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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?

insulting, ' he

he was the one being crushed, and by his own

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

a smack every other word. He could not take it anymore. He felt like

commanded with a wave of his hand.

do you know the difference between you and me?"

He didn't have the guts to talk

Then, say that you are good for nothing, you're a bastard and you are no match for me,

said Peter casually.

loud, would he still have a face to show? What would Robin do to

you haven't had enough slaps,"

and finally obeyed.

for nothing! I am a bastard! I am

are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice

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

even

was. He did not do things the way they were normally

Crack! "I am good for nothing! I

yelling. It was so hard that Griffith felt as

lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal somewhere

her and looked at Griffith with

about to leave, he threw him a disdainful

ashamed he wanted

out,

was just too degrading.

replied, "You're such a

can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you don't like me anymore?"

Shelly apologized immediately.

you put your hand away now? People are looking at

right, sorry, I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He

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