Chapter 194 Whose Lackeys Were They

Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.

"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.

"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.

Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.

'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.

Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.

'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'

If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.

A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.

"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.

"Damn it, do you want to die?

Haven't you had enough?" one said.

"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.

"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!

This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.

In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.

Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?

This is insulting, ' he thought.

He came here to crush Peter, but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by his own men too!

"I..." Smack. "Surrender..." Smack. "I..." Smack. "Surrender..." Smack.

Griffith wanted to surrend

ately sobbed.

"We were bullied. Please tell us what we have to do," he pleaded.

"Kill that son of a bitch. How dare he do that to you!"

The two men supported Griffith's sentiments tearfully.

Robin was enjoying himself with his companions when the three men came in. His mood changed in an instant when they reported to him what happened, especially when he saw the men's swollen blue and black faces. The bloodstains on his men's clothes enraged him.

"Tell me what happened and speak slowly," he demanded.

"I saw Peter Wang, the security guard from Silverland Group, flirting with women with the name of a rich man from the capital. I tried to stop him and expose his identity, but I did not expect him to beat us up. None of us was really his opponents,"

Griffith explained in between sobs.

'Peter Wang of Silverland Group?'

Robin took a puff of his cigarette. His expression was serious.

The two young women in the private room could not help but wonder what else happened. They had different expressions.

One of the young women looked worried, apparently. 'That bastard, why did he dare cross these men from the capital?'

The other woman was, on the other hand, showed less concern. Instead, she anticipated what would happen next. 'That bastard is surely going to die for what he did, '

she thought as she shot a glance at the other woman, provocatively. 'Your man is toast, ' she thought.