My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 260

What Peter saw astonished him. Never had he seen such a formidable fighter before.

Despite his efforts, Peter failed to avoid the man's attack. Pain wanted to consume him but he fought against it.

Fortunately, he managed to avoid any fatal blow allowing himself to still continue fighting with his fists clenched.

'Fight!' thought he.

The pain crawled through Peter's skin. The young man had landed a very critical hit.

Swoosh!

The silver blade sliced through Peter's gut as smoothly as a knife on butter.

Peter bit his lip through the searing pain.

'Shit!

This hurts!' he thought.

Peter was almost cut in half!

Mustering incredible tolerance, Peter continued to throw attacks at the young man.

He couldn't afford to falter. It might kill him.

Unknown to Peter at the moment, the young man was equally astonished at Peter's resilience. He landed blow after blow but Peter was still alive and kicking.

His expression changed dramatically when he saw Peter attack.

Bang!

Peter punched him squarely on the chest.

Bang!

The young man was sent flying to the air as blood gushed from his mouth.

He groaned in pain when he hit the ground. His ribs were broken and he could not stand up.

"How is that possible? How can you continue to fight back even after all my attacks?" he cried in frustration. He started to feel anxious.

Peter had immensely exceeded his expectations. He couldn't believe that this man he considered trash was about to be the one to end his life.

"Die in hell!" Peter grinned as he took out his needles and threw them at the young man. Then, he charged, determined to kill the man and end this predicament once and for all.

"What are you doing? How dare you! You can't kill me!" the man shouted as he saw Peter approaching.

'Son of a bitch! I am a martial artist! I am a respected leader! No one disrespects me! This man cannot kill me! My people won't let him go if he kills me!' thought he.

"Of course, I can kill you!" Peter laughed coldly before finally landing a fatal blow as he bludgeoned the man's head with his fist.

"No! No! Please don't do that!" the man cried in desperation. Pouring all his strength to move, he wanted so badly to avoid Peter's attack. But alas, the pain that took hold of his whole body would not let him.

The punch landed and the man was dead.

Peter stood, alone for what felt like a very long time. He walked slowly towards what remained of his opponent and proceeded to remove the needles on his body and stuck them to himself instead. "Ahhhhh," he sighed as he felt himself feeling better. Then, he immediately got to work as he dragged the corpse by the shoulder and pushed him against a corner.

He needed to get rid of the body. He knew that it would be trouble if anyone found out that he killed this man.

He was very strong. Too strong. It wouldn't surprise Peter if he had huge connections.

Therefore, he was determined to destroy the evidence.

Fortunately, it was already midnight and only a few people roamed the streets. This made Peter's mission a lot more manageable.

He carried the man's body and put it inside the garbage can. He then started to light a fire.

He watched as the flames grew and he kept watching until he was sure that the man's body was no more.