My beautiful boss
Chapter 33 See Alfred Again
In seven or eight seconds, about six or seven young people were knocked down, shocking everyone in the room.
They were totally stunned. It seemed that they did not expect Peter to be so fierce.
But after a short period of stupor, instead of fear, anger arose.
Alfred was looking at all thirty of his hired thugs. If they could not beat Peter up, how could they follow Alfred's instructions? How could they ask him for money?
"Brothers, get up and beat the shit out of him! The one who would succeed will be rewarded with a million bucks in cash!"
The young men all howled and screamed like wolves excited to get down on their prey, and once again, their eyes turned red, blood rushing to their faces.
"Come on, squirts, let me see what you guys have!" Peter shouted at these young people with scorn, and all of them rushed toward him even more crazily.
In an instant, he darted toward one of the young men, gritted his teeth, screamed, and smashed the stick in the young man's hand.
The young man looked at the broken stick in front of him, and his head overflowed with cold sweat. He was about to dodge the hit, but Peter's speed was too fast that he had no chance at all.
With a loud bang, the young man's head was directly hit, and a shower of blood splashed out of his forehead. Then, he fell down to the ground with a soft plop.
"Weren't you just so confident? That's all it takes?" Peter sneered and stretched out his leg.
The young man was kicked away like a sandbag and fell to the front desk, crushing it in half.
Peter no longer paid attention to the young man, but he waved the stick and rushed to the other people, instead.
Bam! One of young men was kicked.
Boom! Another young man was knocked down.
In a few seconds, the young men scrambled toward Peter like packs of wolves, but they all ended up falling to the ground like dead flies.
So far, nearly thirty thugs had been beaten to the ground.
looked at the scene from afar. His legs were like jelly, his face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes were full
been taken cared of. Now, can you call Alfred Gao
way! If you dare, go to the third floor and look for him yourself." The manager stomped out and sneaked out
Peter was a little upset. Alfred was such an arrogant bastard. Without hesitation, he went straight to the third
decided
easy. Everywhere he passed, it seemed like trouble was waiting for
hall on the first floor had become a mess of murmurs — unconscious bodies, and broken furniture. It was a
stairs on the second floor there stood more than twenty strong, young men
seemed more than those guys on the first floor, and each of them had a sharp machete
not a fool. He had this all planned, sorted, and calculated. And it
Tell me
his breath, a young man
few hours on the first
all. He raised his stick and smashed it down to the ground, creating a loud
"Bring it on!"
to say three words because
of young men pretended not to care about Peter's immense strength. They all waved their machetes, whined loudly,
infuriated by all of these stubborn people who only had anger and greed in their hearts, even though they
minute later, all of the young men fell to the
destroyed... Finally, I can get to the third floor, " Peter continued to move
was a spacious hall, which was
on a chair that
massaging his shoulders for her, and on both sides of his legs were two equally sexy creatures rubbing his
scene, and he was furious.
up, While Alfred was enjoying all along.
expect you to climb all three floors. But now that you're here, you might
at Peter with a gentle smile.
he was dying to kill Peter,