My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 233

The man in black didn't enter the room right away. Instead, he stood by the door and blew smoke into the cell. The smoke was drugged. Anyone who inhaled it was sure to fall asleep immediately.

He waited. Seeing that Peter did not seem to budge, he decided it was safe to come in.

Creak.

He opened the door and went to Peter quietly.

ZZZZ...

ZZZZ...

Peter snored, oblivious to the impending danger.

The man grinned.

He didn't expect to finish the task so easily.

'People say that he is a skilled fighter. I beg to disagree. This is easier than I thought. This man isn't as strong as they say he is.'

The man took out a sharp knife and immediately drove it into Peter's chest.

It was a sharp shove.

However, in a few seconds, his expression changed.

Fingers clamped his knife, stopping his attack.

Somehow, Peter managed to turn back and react.

The man panicked as he tried to drive the knife down harder. To his surprise, he could not budge. It felt impossible to push his knife down.

It felt immovable despite his best efforts.

He poured in all his strength but the feat remained impossible.

"What are you doing? You're having trouble wounding me, aren't you? Are you surprised?" Peter asked, grinning.

The man's expression changed dramatically when he heard Peter's voice.

He threw a punch at him reflexively.

He was determined to kill Peter and he knew that he had a clear advantage because Peter was cuffed.

"Why didn't you answer my question? Are you mad?" Peter said calmly as he threw the knife up.

As soon as it flew up, Peter grabbed it and threw it at the man.

Swoosh!

The knife tore through the air and wounded the man's fist.

He screamed as his hand bled.

"Go to hell!" he yelled in pain. Then, he jumped up and raised his right leg, ready to give Peter a hard kick.

Peter sneered. He took the knife back and with all his strength, threw it towards the man's body.

As soon as the man saw the weapon, he redirected his kick towards it, forcing it away.

Peter turned over and jumped off the bed to avoid the man's impending attack. Then he looked at him with disdain and laughed.

"Do you work for Robin? Did he tell you how skilled I am? Even Ronald is no match for me. Who do you think you are?"

Peter leaned against the wall as he spoke.

Then, he raised his leg and kicked hard against it

throwing himself up and managing to land a kick on the man's face.

Peter jumped so high that it almost looked like he was standing on midair. It looked spectacular.

The man's confidence drained when he finally realized Peter's competence.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist charging at Peter.

He knew what he had to do. He wanted to catch Peter's legs. If he succeeded, Peter would lose his balance and fall helplessly since his hands were tied back. Then, he would finally be able to kill him.

His injury didn't faze him as long as he could get the job done.

Suddenly, fear struck him.

As if he were reading his mind, Peter switched the direction of his kick before the man could reach his legs.

The chains from Peter's shackles flew towards the man.