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Chapter 194 Whose Lackeys Were They

Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.

"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.

"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.

Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.

'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.

Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.

'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'

If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.

A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.

"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.

"Damn it, do you want to die?

Haven't you had enough?" one said.

"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.

"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!

This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.

In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.

Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?

is insulting, ' he thought.

Peter, but as it turned out, he was the

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

to surrender, but his speech was cut off with a smack every other word. He could not take

Peter commanded with a wave of his hand. Immediately, the two

difference between you and me?" he repeated.

I do. I do," Griffith finally answered. He didn't have

nothing, you're a

said Peter casually.

said those words out loud, would he still have a

It seems you haven't had enough slaps,"

and

Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am

enough to eat? Why are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice so

Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard!

slapped himself harder and shouted even louder, tears running

did not do things

Crack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match for

yelling. It was so hard that Griffith felt as if he would

Shelly. "This good-for-nothing bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal somewhere else,"

and looked at Griffith

about to leave, he threw

ashamed he wanted

out, he spared no

just

replied, "You're such a bad

can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you

Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments

put your hand away now? People

taking his hand

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