My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 231

"Men, let us gather our energy tonight. The enemy will be coming for us soon." "He's already killed over two hundred people including the elderly and children."

"He's even raped and pillaged the women of their village."

"Even the dead were not able to escape his cruelty."

"What a jerk! He's such a scumbag! He should be executed the minute he steps in here!"

The eight prison officers discussed in hushed whispers as they observed Peter.

They all started to question his intentions. 'He doesn't look like an ordinary man! He sure looks handsome. Why'd he do that? He doesn't look like a pervert at all.'

Suddenly, a sound of chains shackling resonated in the room.

They looked at Peter immediately.

Peter walked to the door of the jail room and beamed at them. "Man, I'm a little hungry. Can I have some food around here?"

"Food? No! Stay hungry!" one of the officers screamed at Peter.

'You're a jackass! You don't even deserve to be fed!' He had every intention to make Peter feel like he was in hell. 'He better rot to death in there, ' they all thought in unison.

"Come on, I'm really hungry. I can smell the pot-roast you're having over there! Can't I have some of that?" Peter tried to plead, but his sinister tone betrayed him. He looked at the officers with an evil smile. "Just a tiny bite? I'll pay all of you back when I get out. You should know: I'm a rich man!"

"Get out?" The officer sneered at Peter's audacity, wondering where he found the guts to even bribe them. 'Are you fucking kidding me? You've killed so many people! You are a murderer and rapist! I'll make sure you won't get out of jail.'

"Man, are you sweating? You don't look too good! I can see that you're starting to get a little sallow there. Your cheeks look a little sunken too. You are feeling tired all the time? Go see a doctor! If you don't go to hospital, your cock wouldn't be able to function like it normally does. That's pretty big trouble!"

Peter teased.

The officer was speechless after his little tirade, his mouth hanging open from shock.

It was his largest secret! Even his best friend didn't know anything about that. How could someone like Peter know that?

The other officers got furious, thinking, 'This son of a bitch! it's like that he's got a death wish. Who the fuck does he think he is? He should not be mocking our good colleague.'

Just as they were about to berate and punish Peter, the officer spoke up a bit timidly, "C-Can you cure my disease?"

The other officers looked at him in surprise. Peter smirked. "Of course I can. Just give me a needle and I swear to you that I'll make you a true man in bed. Your sexual appeal will be so high that I can guarantee that you'd be able to sleep with three different women in one night,"

Peter replied pridefully.

However, the first officer ignored his colleagues entirely and unknowingly took Peter's bait.

The other men continued to stare at him, wondering if he really had such a problem. One of them asked why there was a need for a needle. "What are you going to use it for? You're joking, right? Who do you think you are? You're not even a doctor."

"You don't even have any children, right? I should probably tell you. The problem isn't your wife. It's actually you. You're infertile!" said Peter.

"You don't know what you're talking about. I have children!" the policeman snapped back.

"What? You have kids?" Peter was stunned, and then curled his lips. "Man, you'd better check who the father of your kids is. Your wife's gotten some explaining to do."

"What the fuck? How could you say that? I'll give you a lesson." The second officer was furious. He walked towards Peter with his police baton. However, the first officer stopped him.

He looked at Peter and asked him once more, "Could you cure my disease?"