My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 120

"Show me the way now!" Peter never really wanted to go. But he had to change his mind when he saw the tracking cars.

"You made the right choice." Angus sneered at him. He then commanded the others to follow Peter as he watched him get into the car. Peter thought that he wouldn't be able to get away for now as they were guarding him very close.

Sounds of multiple engines suddenly came alive as the cars were started and they pulled out of the area.

Wolf King's men inside the tracking cars were all stunned. They were here to teach Peter a lesson but instead they had to witness this scene.

"Sir, what shall we do? Do we follow them?" the driver asked as he turned around to look at a strong looking figure in the backseat.

This strong man was Tim, one of the best hitmen under Wolf King's leadership. He was so good that he was referred to as the Wolf King Jr., and he was even a better hitman than Caden.

"Follow them? That's too much trouble! Well, it looks like we are going to have a nice fight on our hands! If they obey us, they can live. If not, well, we will have to kill them!" said Tim.

"Yes sir!" the driver answered. Although he remembered Wolf King told them not to kill anyone, he did not dare remind Tim of that! He was such a bloodcurdling guy who killed others if he got irritated. And that would irritate him a lot. So he continued to drive and speed up.

Their car soon overtook Peter's and the others' quickly. Once they did, they blocked the way and stopped their cars.

Tim motioned his men to get move. As they poured out of their cars, the men proceeded to move towards Peter's car angrily.

Angus, seeing this, was aghast and could not believe someone dared to even get near them! He felt his blood boiling.

Diego was the big boss in Golden City! And these people dared to stop their cars? Angus would not have this happen!

"Fuck you! What are you doing here? How dare you stop Diego's car? Have you lost your fucking mind?!" Angus angrily shouted at them while he got out of his car.

His strong men followed him and all stared at Tim with anger glimmering in their eyes.

"Diego?" Tim sneered and cast a scornful glance at Angus. And suddenly, BAM!

A loud sound of skull hitting metal sounded through the streets as Angus' head was slammed onto the hood of a car by Tim.

The car shook violently and Angus' head was cut open. Blood was starting to drip all over his face.

"Who the fuck is Diego?" Tim said with disdain, not a single care in the tone of his voice. He kicked Angus away for good measure. "Destroy everything here!

Kill anyone who dares to stop you! No one threatens me. Let them remember this!" Anger had now filled Tim's voice from the disrespect he felt from Angus as he ordered his men.

"Yes sir!" Suddenly, all of Tim's men charged towards Angus and his men.

Seeing this, Angus' men got angry and counter-charged head on to fight!

"Fuck you arrogant pieces of shit! How dare you!?

No one even dares to cross Diego in Golden City! Do you want to die?"

These were some of Diego's best men and strongest hitmen. They were known and always greatly respected. This was why they could not stand the fact that Tim humiliated them in public.

Angus knew how good Peter was. This was why he was accompanied by their best people.

But, the men sent over by Wolf King were not regular thugs as well. They were very strong and reliable in fights.

Both sides were quickly engulfed by the heat of battle.

Each and every single one fought hard and fiercely.

As the battle played out, it was soon realized that Wolf King's men were better and stronger. However, Angus had the numbers advantage. The fight would not end quickly as both sides were giving it their all.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A number of them fell to the ground covered in blood.

The smell of fresh blood just seemed to make everyone more excited. Like sharks in a frenzy, they fought with more vigor than ever.

Everyone screamed, shouted, and cursed at each other which made the scene even more terrifying.

At first, Tim only watched coldly not lifting a finger to help his own men. Nobody knew what he was thinking.