Mighty Soldier King

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.

The manager looked at the scene from afar. His legs were like jelly, his face was getting redder and redder, and his eyes were full of rage.

Peter flashed his brilliant white teeth. "These shrimps have been taken cared of. Now, can you call Alfred Gao down?"

"No way! I

her hand, stabbing Peter in the abdomen.

Femme Fatale!

Peter smiled faintly, took back his fist, turned his paws into palms, and suddenly stepped back.

The two girls were about to change their tactics, but Peter's speed had accelerated. Before the girls could make another move, Peter grabbed their wrists and gently pinched them. The sharp blades clanged to the ground.

In an instant, the two girls suddenly fell into Peter's arms like beautiful mermaids.

"Haha, thank you for your hugs. Although I know that I'm a handsome hero, now's not really a good time. When I'm done with this, I will fight with you for three days and three nights."

Peter laughed and pinched the two women. Then, they fell to the ground softly, unable to get up.

At last, Alfred could not control his anger. His face became cloudy and cold.

Those hooligans and swordsmen were all defeated by Peter. He was shocked, but he was not worried. But seeing these two girls fall made him panic.

These four girls were his most precious assistants. Whether in handwriting or in gun-shooting, their skills were top-notch.

Each one of the four women was able to sink a gang of fifty to sixty members in blood easily.

Alfred was able to live so well in Golden City because of these four women. One could say that without these four women, Alfred would not be the man he was today.

But now, two of the four girls had been overthrown by Peter in only a few seconds. How could he not panic?