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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.

but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

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

wave of

between you and

do. I do," Griffith finally answered. He didn't have the guts to talk back this

good for nothing, you're a bastard and you are no match

said Peter casually.

he said those words out loud, would he still have

It seems you haven't had enough slaps," Peter taunted.

shivered and finally obeyed.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no

Why are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice so soft? Do you want me to do that for you?" Peter

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

harder and shouted even louder, tears running down

Peter was. He did not do things the way

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

that Griffith felt as if he would pass out and go into a coma.

bastard is making me lose

arm around her and

leave, he threw him

ashamed he

out, he spared no effort to escape.

was just too degrading.

"You're such a bad

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

not what I meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments later, she

can you put your hand away now?

taking his hand back at

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