My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 135

Having their asses hit by the stick, the two men writhed in pain. This infuriated them more.

'This is insulting!

This smart-ass said he'd hit our faces, then he struck our asses instead. He thinks our asses are our faces. Damn bastard!'

"Haha!" Peter shook with laughter and said,"My kung fu isn't bad, right? I didn't miss the targets at all! If you appreciate my fighting style, please give me a thumbs up!"

Some of Diego's subordinates couldn't help but snort and snicker at his revelation, but they tried extremely hard to suppress it, given the serious situation.

"Damn you! You're dead!"

The two men screamed furiously and rushed at Peter.

As two of Diego's best boxers, they were infamous for their agility and ferocity.

The two came to Peter. One tried to attack him from the left while the other from the right. They rose their fists at the same time, getting ready to throw a deadly blow.

Their eyes blazed with fury. They prepared to pummel this ludicrous man.

"Bad dogs!" Peter shouted as he raised his left arm and hit the man on the left with his elbow.

At the same time, he waved the stick with his right hand and struck the other man on his right side.

Peter grumbled,"It seems that you love barking. Then let me discipline you!"

Bang!

Peter's left elbow collided with the young man's punch.

The man on the left recoiled from the impact of the blow. His face began to turn pale.

Zap!

At the same time, the stick held in Peter's hand hit the right arm of the man on the right.

The man raised his right arm to defend himself quickly.

He knew that if he was hit once again, his credibility as one of Diego's best boxers would ultimately be shattered.

This humiliation would not end even if he were to kill Peter — the fact that he allowed himself to be hit would be a shameful reality.

That humiliation would follow him like a dark shadow for the rest of his life.

That moment, as the stick struck the man, both the weapon and his arm cracked from the force.

Peter focused his strength on attacking him.

The stick was not strong enough to hold Peter's brute strength.

The man trembled from the pain of his broken arm, but refused to let out a scream.

Before the man came to his senses and took further reaction, Peter grabbed the remaining half of the stick from the floor, and shoved it into the man's mouth.

The stick settled down in the man's mouth in a flash, and splinters hurt the sides of his lips and cheek.

The man wasn't able to see it coming.

Peter spun the stick around the man's mouth and jerked it back to him. Several of the man's teeth got caught and pulled within the stick.

Overwhelmed by the pain, he knelt as tears started to well under his eyes.

"Haha! What happened to the big, scary man from before? You're weak and pathetic. Keep dodging, if you can keep up with me. You naughty dog. You really deserve a good beating!"

The man couldn't help but open his mouth, trying to minimize the pain whenever his bottom teeth would graze his swollen gums above. Peter sneered before striking his mouth again.

Peter spun the stick another time. The stick painfully hooked itself against the man's tongue, drawing a significant pool of blood within his mouth. When he jerked it back, several of his bottom teeth were pulled out.

"Stop!"

The other man stood with his remaining strength and rushed at Peter.

He mustered up all his remaining energy with his leg.

He ran to Peter and started kicking him frantically.

His kick seemed strong, but it wasn't enough to make Peter flinch.

"Wow, you dog sure kick hard," Peter quipped. He twisted his hold on the stick and bashed it on the other man's head from behind him.

The sound of the stick and his head contacting resonated around the room, like a loud gust of wind.

The boxer alertly swung his head, raised his left arm to block it with equal strength, and continued to kick Peter.