Mighty soldier king (Peter Wang)

Chapter 38

"Oh my god!"

Peter exclaimed, touching the woman in panic.

'Wow, that feels great, ' he thought.

However, after he saw who the woman was, his face changed.

'What the fuck? Why is she here?' he thought.

Realizing that it was Peter, The woman likewise looked very embarrassed and started to run away.

"Hey, you! Let go of my woman!" a man shouted from across the room.

SLAP! The man slapped the woman's face and cursed her in rage, "You slut! Where do you think

you're going? Your boyfriend sent you here as a gift for me. You have no right to run away! You know I

have the money and power to do with you as I please so don't make me angry. You don't want me

angry, you understand?"

He said, slapping the woman so hard that she fell to the ground.

Peter looked at the man.

He wore expensive clothes and his sleek hair was as shiny as his shoes. He looked at the woman with

arrogance and contempt.

Beck, who was standing behind the man, had his head down and looked terrified.

The girl was Phoebe, Beck's girlfriend!

She knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Frank, please. Please let me go. I'm not that kind of girl."

"You? Are you fucking kidding me?" Frank laughed and slapped her again. "Look at your dress! You Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

look like a slut! Do you think I'm dumb? You'd better come with me or I'll sell you to a brothel."

Phoebe trembled as she looked back at her boyfriend. "Honey, we're engaged. Don't let him do this to

me. Please help me!"

She said desperately. "Frank—" Beck tried to say.

"Shut up! Fuck off!" Frank screamed as he kicked his stomach. Beck fell to the ground in pain.

Frank lifted his leg and pressed his shoe on Beck's face. "You said she was all mine. Don't you

remember? A deal is a deal. Break your word and I swear you won't go far in this city."

"No, no, Frank, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!" Beck said immediately. "You can have her for as long as you

like. Take her, go ahead! She has nothing to do with me. Please forgive me, Frank!"

"How can you do this to me?" Phoebe cried in despair.

"Good dog." Frank laughed with satisfaction. "Look at your man! What a loser!" he told Phoebe. "You're

better off with me, sweetheart. I won't marry you but I won't sell you off like this loser."

"Come, I'll give you a great life if you make me happy, " Frank said, kicking Beck before walking

towards Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at Peter with clear desperation. "Please help me. I don't want to go with him. Please…"

She knew Peter was only a security guard who would most likely be powerless in her situation, but she

felt like she had no choice anymore.

Peter was her last hope, even though she knew that it was probably not a good idea for anyone to

offend Frank. Peter, of all people, wouldn't risk his life for her, especially after how she treated him in

the parking lot.

To her surprise, Peter turned at Frank.

"Stop right there, " he said as he grasped his arm.

Phoebe and Beck were stunned.

'Does this security guard know what he's doing? How could he stand up to a guy like Frank?'

Just as surprised as everyone in the room, Frank turned. "Do I know you? You'd better stay out of this,

mate, "

He said calmly. The people at the party were mostly in high society. Peter was the only one who was

nameless.

While everyone knew how powerful Frank was, Peter couldn't care less.

Though Frank wasn't the most prominent, he still had a very strong influence in the city and only a

small number of people were brave —or stupid —enough to offend him.

"What are you doing, Peter? Are you insane? You're just a security guard, Frank will kill you! Apologize

right now!"

Beck shouted before Peter could respond to Frank's question.

A part of Beck was outraged. He clearly had more resources than Peter, but he was totally deemed

powerless by Frank. How could Peter stand up to him like that?

He felt very jealous of Peter's guts. He hoped that Frank would put him in his place once he found out

that he had nothing.

Driven by his pride, Beck still wanted to be sure he was a notch above Peter even though his friend

was clearly trying to help them.

"Fuck you, Beck! How could you say that!" Phoebe screamed with rage. Why did she even fall in love

with this man? If only she knew what kind of a douchebag he was from the beginning!

"Security guard?" Frank smirked in disbelief. "And you dare to challenge me? Hahahahaha! You're

dead, you son of a bitch, "

Frank said as he struck to slap Peter.

"Ouch!

Ahhh!

My face!"

To everyone's surprise, it was Frank who was screaming.

Clutching his face, Frank looked at Peter in disbelief. "How dare you! Fuck you, you'll regret thi—"

"Pak!" Peter slapped him again.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Peter said.

Beck and Phoebe were completely shocked. They didn't expect Peter to be able to land a hit on Frank

like that.

'You're insane, Peter. You should not have done that. Frank will not let you go, ' Beck thought.

As for Phoebe, gratitude welled up inside her. She felt grateful and safe.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Frank screamed. Peter was just a security guard. How dare he do this to him? This

was embarrassing! He would not let him go!

"Hey! Who are you gonna kill?"

Bella appeared, cold and queen-like.

Frank couldn't believe his eyes. "Bella?"

Everyone in the city knew that Bella was not one you should trifle with. Even Frank wouldn't dare piss

her off.

"Bella, I'm going to kill that security guard. Does he have anything to do with you?" Frank said trying to

control his temper.

"Yes, he does. This 'security guard' is my boyfriend, and it has everything to do with me if you intend to

kill my boyfriend, Frank, " Bella replied.

The eyes of the crowd widened. They couldn't believe what they just heard. 'Is this a joke? Bella and a

security guard?

This can't be true!' They looked at Peter with doubt, envy, and admiration all at the same time.

Bella was one of the most beautiful and sought-after women in the Golden City. Men in high society fell

at her feet. It was unbelievable that she was dating someone like Peter.