Chapter 60 Peter’s Wrath

"Kill'em!"

"Kill'em!"

"Kill'em!"

The delinquent teenagers shouted as they rushed at Peter.

They were really looking for a fight.

"Brandon, hide in the car and call the police!"

Peter shouted as he braced himself for the incoming attack.

Confounded, Brandon gestured the girls in the Hummer to call the police as he rushed over to Peter, gritting his teeth.

"Bro, how do you expect me to get inside the car and leave you to fight them alone? You saved me once, the least I can do is to fight to the death by your side!"

Brandon grinned, kicked over one of the rowdy teenagers, grabbed a machete and charged through the crowd.

Caught off guard, two of the hooligans were caught straight away as six of them hurled knives and sticks at him.

Fortunately, the road wasn't wide enough for them to rush at him all at once. It was lucky that the road was narrow.

Otherwise, Brandon would have been hacked to death, unable to defend himself against so many people.

Six young men stood in front of him while the rest of them stood behind.

Brandon faced as the first six attacked. Swinging his machete, he deflected a knife and kicked one of them with his right leg.

Blood oozed as Brandon's response injured both himself and his attacker.

Despite his quick reaction, a machete managed to hit his left arm and leave it injured.

Two sticks hit him squarely and threw him to the ground.

The guy he managed to kick over was quickly replaced by another one and all six of them struck him, landing six blows all at the same time.

Things happened so fast.

Clearly outnumbered, Brandon waved his machete wildly and fiercely. "If I'm going to die, I'm taking one of you with me! I've done all that I can, Peter. This is it for me. I'll see you in the next life, brother!"

He knew that there was no way he could survive this fight. Still, he had no regrets.

Deeply moved by Brandon's courage, Peter was determined not to go down without a fight.

As the weapons were about to land on Brandon, Peter jumped as high as he could and kicked with all his might.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In a flash, Peter hit the six boys squarely on the chest, breaking their sternums. Blood poured out of their mouths as they screamed in agony.

Peter pulled his brother up with one hand, grabbed a stick with the other, and swung it around fiercely.

He knew that despite thei

ght Peter, he'd be financially set for the rest of his life.

Alas, it only played so well in his head.

Before he could finish his words, Peter kicked him so hard in the stomach and sent him flying.

Crack! "This is for your ruthlessness!" Crack! "This is for messing with me!" Crack! "This is for your stupid cussing!" Crack! "This is for you being no-good delinquents!" Crack! "This is for your gruesome upbringing!"

Peter spit out curses after each and every slap.

In less than a minute, all thirty or forty of them fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Bloody and swollen, they looked at Peter with unspeakable fear.

With sheer disbelief, they almost cried out, 'What the hell! You said that we were ruthless, fine we admit it. We're no-good delinquents? Okay! But when did we cuss at you? We didn't even manage to utter a single word! That's unfair!'

"Who wants to challenge me? Stand!" Peter shouted. "I'd be glad to teach you a lesson, assholes!" Infuriated, Peter couldn't stop kicking and scolding each and every one of them.

Desperation filled them as they screamed in pain wanting nothing but to make it stop.

By this time, about seventy or eighty people had caught up from behind and decided to fight with Peter.

Peter was in a fit of anger.

"Damn it, I don't think you'll learn anything unless I show you what I'm capable of!"

Hearing him, the escaped delinquents shivered from fear and were then filled with relief. They also felt bad for their less fortunate friends.

No matter how many they were, they were no match for Peter, the mighty soldier king!