Mighty soldier king (Peter Wang)

Chapter 59

When Peter observed and realized what all those men were doing, he understood that he was the

target and not Brandon.

"Who's your boss?" Peter asked them, trying to remain adamant and strong.

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" said a young man. He smirked at Peter grimly and told others, "Kill him,

as soon as possible!"

This young man had no intentions of reconciling with Peter at any cost. So, he didn't even let him

speak.

As he'd instructed, all the fourteen men, with knives in their hands, ran towards Peter.

The fourteen knives shined in the broad daylight. It looked like they were going to chop Peter into small

pieces and kill him.

Soon, Brandon stepped out of the car and what he saw left him speechless. He knew he had to help

Peter even though he would die.

"As your brother, I should share your ups and downs. Bro, don't worry. Here I am." Brandon shouted,

as he stepped out of the Hummer and ran towards Peter, trying to save him.

Peter was taken aback. "Brandon, what on earth do you think you are doing? Run away from me!"

Peter screamed and ran away quickly. But at that exact moment Peter was deeply touched by

Brandon's gesture!

As the famous saying goes, "a friend in need is a friend indeed." Peter finally realized that Brandon

truly was his friend. He hadn't considered him a friend before today.

Brandon was stumped. 'What the fuck? Are you freaking kidding me?'

As Brandon saw Peter ran away like a professional athlete, he came back to his senses and thought of

going back to the car, especially after seeing those shiny knives.

"Catch them and kill them both!" The young man shouted again, instructing all the others in his gang.

Now, they were chasing both of them.

Peter's plan was not to run away from the fight but to reach a certain distance and then face them one

by one. Then he could fight and defeat them. He couldn't fight all the fourteen men together, of course.

After all, he couldn't beat all of them up at the same time even though he was a good fighter.

Even if he tried, he'd just end up getting killed. As a result, he thought that the only way out was to run

to a distance far away and then fight them one-on-one.

But probably he was underestimating them. They were well trained and highly skilled at their job.

Peter ran as fast as a bullet train.

Even though they were all pros, they all failed at catching him.

They all got super mad! 'What a moron! He is a fucking coward! He doesn't have the courage to fight

us. Why do people keep telling the anecdote that he beat down all the killers at the Alfred Club?'

'That son of a bitch is way too fast!'

They all cursed Peter, took deep breaths and made more efforts to chase him, only to kill him once he

was caught.

To their surprise, Peter suddenly stopped, turned around and threw a kick at them!

In return, the two front-runners showed their knives and tried to attack him with them.

However, they were a tad bit too slow! Peter had already kicked them and moved on.

The two guys screamed loud in pain, dropping their knives and further, knocking down others with their

fall.

What's more, the knives ended up being their own enemies.

Unfortunately, the knives of the guys right behind the front runners, pierced through their backs.

As a result, they both screamed at the top of their lungs and soon passed out.

"Great knives!" said Peter and grinned. He stopped and picked up the two knives with his foot!

Straight after that, Peter kicked them more.

And not much later, the two knives flew like two arrows towards the other men running.

Peter was very close to the men running behind him when he threw the knives at them.

While, they had no time or measure to defend themselves from this attack.

Soon, the knives pierced through their chests and they fell, helplessly.

They were bleeding heavily as they hit the ground. Drenched in blood and shouting out in pain, they

eventually passed out.

They were knives, not swords! The two men clearly couldn't stand the pain.

"These are pretty good knives! Where did you buy them? Can you get some for me too?" Peter started

teasing them.

The remaining bunch of men witnessed this and were filled with rage.

Four of them had been severly injured while Peter did not even have a scratch on his body!

"That son of a bitch!"

"You have no balls! Come here and fight with us if you can, bloody coward!"

They were furious by now and ran towards Peter to kill him.

They intended to stab him with their knives.

"Of course, I have balls!" Peter continued, "You are the ones running behind me with knives! Ten for

one is not exactly the definition of bravery!"

Peter kept running. He then looked at Brandon and said, "Brandon, run! Just run!"

"Shit, shit, shit!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"Shame on you!"

"Fuck it! Kill that bastard right now!"

All the ten guys immediately threw all their knives in the direction of Peter without any thought.

All knives flew towards Peter.

They were all aimed at Peter like a one big weapon.

The ten men hoped that they would kill him.

Peter just smiled and jumped as soon as he heard the noise of the knives approaching him.

He kicked all knives in air. Surprisingly, the knives turned round and then flew back to where they'd

come from.

The whole thing happened so fast, just in a few seconds.

'What the fuck just happened?' The ten guys were shocked and frightened!

The knives flew back too fast!

Before any of the ten men could react, they were all stabbed by the knives. They all moaned in pain.

Soon there was blood everywhere!

Brandon, Sunny and Tina were flabbergasted after witnessing the whole fight.

'That was freaking awesome! How the fuck did he do that?'

Finally, all of them realized that they couldn't fight Peter. He was on a different level.

"Well, well, well. Now, can you tell me who your boss is? In case you don't want to tell me, I have

enough time to play this game with you all!" Peter smiled, wickedly.

"Alfred Gao!" said a young man without any fear. "I admit that you are better than us and we shouldn't

have belittled you. It was our mistake. However, you won't be allowed to leave alive!"

Suddenly, sound of multiple brakes could be heard. Several vans stopped on the road. Nearly 100

people got off and came out of their respective vans.

About ten of them wore mask just like the previous fourteen ones and all of them were dressed in

black.

And the others were just a bunch of bastards.

Their hair were of variegated colors and different hairstyles. Each of them had a tool in their hands and

looked very arrogant with a cigarette in their mouths.

This time, there were way too many people. It was enough to scare the common people.

It was still a frightening scene, overall.

'Fuck! Have all the thugs of the Golden City come here?' Finally, Peter looked serious this time. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.