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.

they all failed at catching

coward! He doesn't have the courage to fight us. Why do people keep telling the anecdote that he beat down

son of a bitch is way too

deep breaths and made more efforts to chase him, only to kill him once he

suddenly stopped, turned around

showed their knives and tried to attack him with them.

they were a tad bit too slow! Peter had already kicked them

guys screamed loud in pain, dropping their knives and further, knocking down others with

more, the knives ended up being their

knives of the guys right behind the front runners, pierced through

at the top of their lungs and soon

said Peter and grinned. He stopped and

after that, Peter

like

men running behind him when he threw the knives at

they had no time or measure to defend

the knives pierced through their chests and they

as they hit the ground. Drenched in blood and shouting

two men clearly couldn't stand

did you buy them? Can you get some

remaining bunch of men witnessed this and were filled with rage.

been severly injured while Peter did

son of a

here and fight with us if you

were furious by now and ran

him with their knives.

balls!" Peter continued, "You are the ones running behind me with knives! Ten for one

then looked at Brandon and said,

"Shit, shit, shit!"

of

"Shame on you!"

Kill that bastard

threw all their knives in the direction of Peter without