My Beautiful Boss novel Chapter 79

"Hah! I'm not afraid of you. My bodyguards can beat the crap out of three men like you and they're hella expensive!"

Bert said arrogantly. "Do the smart thing: get on your knees, beg for mercy and let me have fun with the girl. Otherwise, my bodyguards here will beat the hell out of you and make sure you'll regret this day for the rest of your life."

"You're really scaring me, Bert," Peter said with a fearful look on his face. "I just have one problem: I never really learned how to get on my knees from the moment I was born. Teach me how?"

"I see you wanna do this the hard way," Bert said furiously. "Get him and chop his balls off."

Two bodyguards charged at Peter at their boss' command.

Ping!

One of them delivered a blow to Peter's head

cleanly and quickly.

"Ow!"

Peter screamed as he fell on the sofa while holding Lisa in his arms.

Bang!

The guard's fist landed on the wall instead!

Hiss!

He winced in pain and started rubbing his fist.

He just hit a solid wall with his fist! How could he have endured the impact?

His companion gave him a pat on the shoulder, rose, and started to rush in. He jumped on the table and delivered a kick towards Peter and Lisa.

Reacting quickly, Peter jerked his leg to kick the bodyguard back, hitting him at the waist.

Bang! The guard was knocked back just before his leg reached Peter. He fell to the ground, unable to get himself back up again.

"Oh God! You scared the shit out of me," Peter told Bert as he sat up looking frightened. "Boss, how much did you pay for your bodyguards?"

"One hundred thousand a month for each," Bert answered, looking pale.

"One hundred thousand! And they're so weak! You know what? You've been scammed! I only earn three thousand a month with my level of fighting skills, but they are paid one hundred thousand? Why don't you give me fifty thousand and I'll be your bodyguard?"

Peter offered with a grin.

Before Bert could speak, the bodyguard who hit his fist on the wall started to charge at him.

His eyes were cold. Drawing a sharp knife from his pocket, he stabbed at Peter ferociously.

How was a strong, towering bodyguard supposed to accept being beaten by a mere security guard? What a shame!

The sharp knife pierced the air and went straight at Peter.

Peter got irritated.

He raised his right hand, grabbed the bodyguard's wrist and broke it forcibly. The crack of a bone echoed in the room, leaving the knife falling down to the table.

Peter caught the blade in the air and shoved it towards the bodyguard's arm. Blood spurted from the incision.

"Ahh!"

The injured man screamed.

"Take your buddy and fuck off!" Staring fiercely at him, Peter shouted angrily. The bodyguard quickly helped his companion up wordlessly and ran away as far as they could.

Bert was scared shitless. He never would have expected that the bodyguards he paid so well would be defeated so easily.

More than being defeated, they just ran away and left their employer behind! That annoyed Bert even more!