My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 76

But Peter was not intimidated at all. He replied to his fist with a knife and fork that he picked from the table.

Puff!

With a not-so-loud noise, the sharp knife and fork pierced into the skin of the man but were stopped and bended by his bones, unable to go any deeper.

"Ouch!" The fat man screamed out, gasping heavily.

Shameless! Cheap tricks!

He hadn't expected that Peter would use the knife and fork to fight against his fist punch.

"Wow! Such a hard fist. The knife and fork got bended!" Peter said out of sheer surprise, and stabbed him again.

Unable to tolerate more, the fat fighter stood up, cradling his fist. Strong as he was, he couldn't stand more attacks like these.

On seeing his partner get defeated by Peter's dirty tricks, the thin man got angry. He grabbed the wine bottle from the table and hit Peter with it.

Given how Peter was, even he wanted to use cheap tricks now.

"Ouch!" Peter screamed, reaching out to the thin fighter's wrist as quick as lightening, grabbing the bottle in a second.

He broke it on the thin man's head.

"Bamn!"

The bottle broke into pieces. But the thin man was a tough fighter. He remained safe and sound.

The thin fighter was shocked by what had happened, a hint of panic appearing in his eyes.

He thought he might have underestimated his enemy, Peter. Putting aside other things, he realized he wouldn't be able to do what all Peter did.

"Wow. Such a hard head. You are not hurt at all!" On hearing Peter's compliment, the thin fighter couldn't help but feel proud.

"Of course. I have practiced iron head skills. Neither swords nor spears can pierce my skull."

"Bamn!"

As soon as he finished talking, Peter picked up a glass of wine, smashing it on his head yet again.

The glass broke into pieces, spreading the wine all over the thin fighter's head. But his head stayed unhurt.

"It's really so hard!" Peter said, feeling amazed.

The thin fighter responded in an arrogant tone," So it is. Do you think my iron head is a powder-puff?"

But all of sudden his expressions changed as

he saw Peter taking out a lighter and snapping it over his head.

The moment alcohol met the lighter, his head was on fire. He screamed out loudly.

"What a shameless son of a bitch!"

The thin man cursed Peter and tried to put out the fire on his head using his hands.

Eventually the fire was out, but his head was severely injured, bald and red, with burning marks here and there.

"The iron head feared fire, I had no clue! I thought it was not vulnerable to fire and water as you said," Peter sighed.

The thin fighter was mad at Peter.

"I didn't say it was not vulnerable to fire and water. I only said it was not vulnerable to swords and spears. How impudent!"

The fat fighter had recovered after some rest, by now, and he started attacking Peter.

Peter had gained an upper hand on these two men by his tricks. They must take revenge.

Although the thin one wanted to help, he was unable to lend a hand as his head was miserably burnt. He could only hope that his fat brother could teach Peter a lesson.

The fat fighter was a master of inner energy and had incredible force.

When he whipped his fists, air flowed around them and inner energy overflowed from within, bursting blasting sound, containing overwhelming power.

His one punch had enough power to knock down ten wild bulls.

Peter's eyes glittered with the thirst for violence. Without playing tricks or dodging, this time, he slammed his fist up against his enemy.

The fat fighter was amazed on seeing that Peter was not resorting to his dirty tricks for the first time.

"Bamn!"

Their fists smashed agained each other.

The fat fighter had a grin on his face which soon disappeared. In the next moment, he was laying on the ground like knocked down by a racing train.

As he fell, his entire arm cracked inch by inch, which could be heard very clearly.

"Get out of here if you don't want to die. I'll kill you right here, right now!" Peter announced.