My beautiful boss

When Peter observed and realized what all those men were doing, he understood that he was the target and not Brandon.

"Who's your boss?" Peter asked them, trying to remain adamant and strong.

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" said a young man. He smirked at Peter grimly and told others, "Kill him, as soon as possible!"

This young man had no intentions of reconciling with Peter at any cost. So, he didn't even let him speak.

As he'd instructed, all the fourteen men, with knives in their hands, ran towards Peter.

The fourteen knives shined in the broad daylight. It looked like they were going to chop Peter into small pieces and kill him.

Soon, Brandon stepped out of the car and what he saw left him speechless. He knew he had to help Peter even though he would die.

"As your brother, I should share your ups and downs. Bro, don't worry. Here I am." Brandon shouted, as he stepped out of the Hummer and ran towards Peter, trying to save him.

Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what on earth do you think you are doing? Run away from me!"

Peter screamed and ran away quickly. But at that exact moment Peter was deeply touched by Brandon's gesture!

As the famous saying goes, "a friend in need is a friend indeed." Peter finally realized that Brandon truly was his friend. He hadn't considered him a friend before today.

Brandon was stumped. 'What the fuck? Are you freaking kidding me?'

As Brandon saw Peter ran away like a professional athlete, he came back to his senses and thought of going back to the car, especially after seeing those shiny knives.

"Catch them and kill them both!" The young man shouted again, instructing all the others in his gang. Now, they were chasing both of them.

Peter's plan was not to run away from the fight but to reach a certain distance and then face them one by one. Then he could fight and defeat them. He couldn't fight all the fourteen men together, of course.

After all, he couldn't beat all of them up at the same time even though he was a good fighter.

Even if he tried, he'd just end up getting killed. As a result, he thought that the only way out was to run to a distance far away and then fight them one-on-one.

But probably he was underestimating them. They were well trained and highly skilled at their job.

Peter ran as fast as a bullet train.

pros, they all

have the courage to fight us. Why do people keep telling the anecdote

of a bitch is

cursed Peter, took deep breaths and made more efforts to chase him,

surprise, Peter suddenly stopped, turned around and threw a kick at them!

showed their knives and tried to attack him

a tad bit too slow! Peter had already kicked

their knives and further, knocking down others with their

knives ended up

the knives of the guys right behind

at the top

knives!" said Peter and grinned. He stopped and picked up the two knives with his foot!

after that, Peter kicked them

knives flew like two arrows towards the other men

very close to the men running behind him when he threw the knives at them.

no time or measure to defend themselves

through their chests and they fell, helplessly.

ground. Drenched in blood and

were knives, not swords! The two men clearly couldn't stand the pain.

Where did you buy them? Can you

bunch of men witnessed this

Peter did not

son of a

and fight with

now and ran towards Peter to

intended to stab him with their

I have balls!" Peter continued, "You are the ones running behind me with knives!

running. He then looked at Brandon and said, "Brandon, run! Just

"Shit, shit, shit!"

of

"Shame on you!"

it! Kill that

their knives in the direction