Chapter 103 I'm Going To Poke You To Death

"Aren't you going to fight back? Come on, we like that! There's no fun in an easy picking."

The five men grinned as they licked their lips like starving wolves. Together, they charged at her!

Astrid was extremely terrified!

In her panic, she grabbed the kettle beside her and flung towards them.

The man at the front looked at her with disdain. To him, she was as good as dead. Her struggle was futile.

He shoved the kettle aside with a wave of his hand.

The kettle looked ordinary. Surely, it would be easy to fling to the side, he thought.

Little did he know, the vessel still contained the boiling water that Astrid was preparing.

Upon impact, the water in the kettle sprayed all over their naked bodies.

Did anyone really know what it felt like to have scalding hot water all over your body? The five men did, now.

They wailed in pain and agony, regretting their decision to remove their clothes too hastily.

Now, their upper torsos were as red as lobsters.

Taking the opportunity to escape, Astrid hurriedly went towards the door at the other side of the house.

Wasting this chance could have meant forfeiting all her means of escape.

The five men were shocked when they saw IT and immediately rushed to stop her, but it was too late.

She was already out of the room.

"Damn it, bitch, you can't run away,"

they shouted as they chased after her.

They ran with utter disregard for their burns and injuries. At that moment, catching Astrid was their top priority. They'd be in big trouble if she managed to get out of the hotel.

Astrid ran as fast as she could, without looking back. She didn't even dare take the elevator. She used the stairs instead.

Despite her efforts, there was no denying that she wasn't faster than five strong men. A hand grabbed her hair even before she reached the stairway.

"You think I'm a fool, stinky bitch? I'll show you who the real fool is," the fierce man said as he dragged her by the hair, turned her around, and slapped her hard across her face.

Red marks and blood streaks appeared on her face and the corners

r all I care. No matter what happens, you are going to die today."

"Uh-oh," Peter groaned. He pushed Astrid towards a safer distance and proceeded to rush at the men, his two fingers outstretched. "How dare you underestimate my Death Touch! By insulting Death Touch, you insult my martial art prowess! I am going to poke you to death!"

"Poke! Poke! Poke! I will poke you to death!" Peter taunted, jumping up and down and poking them with his fingers, specifically targetting their wounds. In seconds, the five men were crying bitterly and helplessly.

'How could this asshole poke our wounds with so much precision?' He touched the exact spots where they were badly burnt. The pain was unbearable!

Peter laughed triumphantly at the sight. "I said I practiced Death Touch and you didn't believe me. Now, do you believe me?" he said.

The five men looked at him with grief and anger. They wanted to kill him so badly.

They underestimated Peter. He was more skilled than they thought!

Still, they believed that if it weren't for their wounds, they would have already beaten Peter easily. He was just a lucky bastard. They were clearly disadvantaged, and he wouldn't be able to beat them if the odds were the same.

"What kind of hero do you think you are, stabbing our wounds? Would you dare fight us fair and square?"

"That's right. Do you think you're brave, using this rogue tactic?"