Mighty soldier king (Peter Wang) novel Chapter 60

"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 their intimidating front, the hooligans were all just scared teenagers who didn't want to get hurt. Otherwise, he would be holding a knife, not a stick.

There was another loud noise as six hooligans fell down, screaming and knocking back their companions behind them.

"I'm not dead?" Brandon asked in disbelief after Peter's rescue. He truly expected that he'd already be hacked to death.

"What? Do you really wanna die? Do you want me to kick your ass myself?" Peter said, rolling his eyes. With his stick, he knocked down a dozen more of the hooligans as he spoke.

Brandon didn't manage to respond.

'My brother is unbelievable. How could he have knocked down nearly twenty men in just a few seconds?'

Another six men fell as Peter's stick cracked from the impact.

Blood likewise gushed out of Peter as he also received some of the hooligans' blows.

Even though he was the mighty soldier king, he wasn't indestructible. Fighting with so many people while protecting Brandon, wasn't easy.

Fifty or sixty rushed in from behind them. With less than twenty meters between them, Peter and Brandon were trapped.

"Run! Get in the car! Quick!" Peter knew that things could not go on like this. He kicked the two men in front of them out of the way, pulled Brandon up and started running to the Hummer.

"Don't let them get away!" The hooligans shouted as they rushed madly towards the Hummer.

But Peter was too fast for them. As soon as he reached the car, he threw himself and Brandon in and closed the door behind him.

"Call the police! Quick, call the police!" he shouted as he quickly started the car and drove ahead.

The teenagers fled for fear of being run over by the massive vehicle.

They were just a bunch of bullies and they didn't want to die.

A few of them weren't so lucky and were hit by the Hummer regardless, leaving them to fall to the ground in pain.

Peter made sure that the speed of the car wouldn't kill them as he had no intention to do that. Otherwise, more than half of them would have been dead.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang? This is Brandon Chu. I was almost chopped to death. Why is the useless police force not here yet?"

Brandon dialed a number and started screaming as soon as someone picked up.

"What do you mean there is a car accident? The road is blocked and the police can't get through? Are you fucking brainless? Why didn't you just ask them to get out of the car and run? Are you jammed too?"

Brandon was clearly pissed off.

Peter stayed silent while thinking to himself, 'Isn't Brandon being too arrogant with his tone?'

He was wordless as his face grew grave.

'This series of killings must have been planned a long time ago, and are very carefully coordinated. Alfred Gao is really not that simple.'

No sooner than Peter thought of it, Two cars appeared before him, stopping them in their tracks. No matter how Peter tried to maneuver, he couldn't manage to escape them as they blocked his way.

Behind the automobiles stood about thirty or forty hooligans, clearly ready for a great, big fight.

A part of Peter admired Alfred. How could he have gathered these many people to fight for him? Clearly, he was a worthy opponent.

"Brandon, wait for me in the car. Don't go down, I'm serious. It's a disadvantage to me and it won't help, "

He spoke frankly and quickly got off the car.

He was fed up and infuriated!

All this fighting had worn out all his patience!

"You assholes, why don't you look for decent jobs instead of playing with knives and guns, huh? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget, "

Peter said as he ran straight towards them.

"Fuck your old mo..." one of the boys started to cuss but was cut off as Peter's hand swung across his face.

With a snap, a mouthful of blood came gushing out of him as he was knocked back forcibly.

"Fuck, I'll kill yo..." The young man next to him reacted, his eyes flashing with excitement as he raised his knife to stab Peter!

This was a very opportune moment. If he caught 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!