My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 237

"Kill him! Kill him, I say!"

"Go on!"

"He's trying to make a fool out of us. We have to kill him!"

The warning sounds of gunshots did not frighten the criminals, but instead it only fueled their anger more.

Some of them ran over to where Peter was, eyes flashing red from fury.

They couldn't stand the thought that they were under Peter's control.

Suddenly, the square was filled with the sound of shouting. There was a loud barrage of gunshots and heavy footsteps resonating in the area.

The square was in utter chaos!

Everything was in shambles.

Peter looked on coldly, ignoring the incoming criminals, as he grabbed the barstool beside him with one hand and hurled it towards two young men with all his might.

Bang! Bang!

The two men flew from his sheer force. He grabbed one of them mid-air, shifted his grip on his collar and undershirt, and threw him towards a group of criminals.

The two men weighed well over four hundred pounds! The men nearly broke their bones from the contact.

"Kill me, you say? I will show you guys how weak you really are!" Peter laughed. He refused to back down. He coolly walked to the side, picking up two parts of the broken stool from the ground. He turned to face the criminals ahead of him.

He was growing tired of this routine.

If these people were intent on killing him, he was going to kill them first.

The prison guards and civilians were all dumbfounded by the events unfolding in front of them.

Was he out of his mind to just rush towards two hundred people?

There was no time left to think. Peter gripped onto the metal rods from the stool and rushed towards the criminals in an instant.

Blood splattered all over the concrete floor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Several clashing sounds resonated inside the prison as the criminals flew from the blast, blood spurting out from their mouths and noses. What followed afterwards was the gruelling sounds of pain.

Peter turned his head to dodge the attacks of the prisoners. He swung the chair leg with his right hand. When he turned his wrist, several prisoners were sent flying. The rod broke itself into two from the impact.

"He's unarmed now. Let's go and kill him!!"

The prisoners had been frightened of Peter's valiant strength, but they regained their confidence as they saw Peter's stool broken.

They must definitely kill Peter, the person who provoked them and made fun of them.

Peter was fearless, After the leg of the stool was broken, he threw the other leg of the back down on the ground. His right hand took out a bayonet from his pocket and charged into the crowd with a rampage.

Swoosh!

One of the prisoners was grazed by it and fell down quickly.

Boom!

With a kick, two of the prisoners were sent flying.

Peter's strength was incomparable like he was the God of Fight.

The fighting had gotten so intense that wherever he went, blood rained down on him.

In a matter of a few seconds, fifty to sixty prisoners fell to the ground, howling in pain. They had all lost their ability to fight any more.

Peter's body was drenched in blood. He looked extremely ferocious, like a man made of blood. But only the wise knew that this wasn't just his appearance. He really was ferocious as a bloodthirsty beast.

When paired with his scarlet eyes, he was like a lone wolf with spirit. Not a single soul would dare to look straight at him.

All of the prisoners looked at Peter with fear.

No one would expect that Peter could defeat two hundred people by himself. They never knew he could be so powerful. Was he even human?

Despite their trembling fear, they stil maintained the courage to fight.

No matter how strong Peter was, he was alone. They still outnumbered him -- it was just a matter of strategy.