Chapter eight

Lisa was the happiest person in the world. She could even give peter the world if she had the power. Since she did not have the power to, she had to settle for what she could give him.

She could not stop thanking him, even though he told her not to anymore.

One of the things she gave him was gold wrist watch with diamond and topaz stones on it.

“You really do not have to.” He said to her. “I can not simply wear this on my poor skin.” He said to her.

“You deserve this and so much more!” she assured him.

At that moment, two black Lexus swept by. They blocked the black G-wagon in the front and rear. More than eight men got out of the car, looking so tall and rugged with eye patches like sailors of ancient days who were believed to have lost one eye. They approached the car, armed with weapons, and others with covered faces. A bald, burly man who seemed to be the leader set his foot on the wagon's bonnet.

Brandishing his knife, he threatened, “Miss Lisa, my boss wants to meet you. We will escort you.” She could now see they were Black mask, a popular class of hired assassins who worked under their boss. The cops, except SWAT, were afraid of them.

“How bold of you to hijack my car!” Lisa growled, fearless. She knew her father’s influence and no one under normal circumstances would try this.

“We wouldn’t have dared with all your bodyguards around. However, they are now at the hospital guarding the kind. We are receiving steady info, doesn't that sound creepy to you?" He twisted his lips. "Luck ran out of you today and you're with your little powerless bodyguard."

"How could we pass this precious opportunity by?” the bald guy smirked.

“Well, you do have some brains in that numbskull of yours to bribe my driver to give you information, doesn't that sound childish? However, please satisfy my curiosity. Who’s your boss?” Lisa asked calmly, clapping her hands.

“You will know once we get there! Now, will you get off?” the bald guy urged. "Get out of your free will or we will force you."

"How stupid and risky that will be, have you forgotten who you are talking to? Should my men come for you, you will be mutilated bodies, scampered all over the street, a free food for the vultures!"

This got the men so angry, their eyes inflamed, getting so red like it was being set on fire.

“You have no right to order me around!” Lisa continued, not even making a single shift.

“Since you are proving too difficult, we will show you we aren't here to joke and who gives a fuck as to who you are?" The leader made signals to his men, calling on them to advance. As he was going to smash the windscreen to bring her out, Peter opened the door and got out. Lisa was scared that he might be attacked.

“Miss Lisa, your boy toy has no guts. See, he even wants to run and you're still inside. You better come out, kneel before us and we will spare you!"

Lisa was so pissed, how could she do that? This mockery was going too far.

“You have five seconds to leave here!” Peter warned. The men looked at him with disgust, murmuring angrily to themselves.

"Go to hell! We are sure you haven't taken any food. A hungry and poor man like him wants to challenge us!" They laughed with each other.

Before their leader could finish his sentence, Peter dealt him a serious blow on his face. The overwhelming pressure almost dislocated his jaw. He staggered back, stars spinning around his head and his eyes turned.

“Fuck! Kill him!” He shouted at his men.

The other men immediately rushed toward Peter with their weapons in hand. Peter faced them fearlessly. He weaved through the crowd, his movements as light as a feather. Each time someone came within arm’s length, he struck out heavy punches. It was almost like magic.

After a few loud cracks and cries of pain, the men fell over one by one. None remained standing after receiving a slap from Peter. Beating up more than eight muscular men who weren't even his size in height and weight, was a very great surprise. The bald man was scared badly. Never in his dreams would he have thought that such a man could beat him up, no one has ever beaten him up before. He wanted to know what type of man he was.

“Interesting.”

Lisa ’s eyes shone with interest, a slight smile playing on her lips. She replaced the handgun she had lying in her bag. Initially, she thought that Peter was going to have some trouble taking down a group of bloodthirsty men by himself. Who knew that he was such a capable fighter? He was much more skilled than even her trained bodyguards.

"Such a handsome, strong man!" She exclaimed to herself, making sure not to let him hear. She remembered her promise to marry him should he heal her dad.

“Stop! Stand back!” The bald man pleaded for his life as Peter approached him. “Don’t come near me! I will make you pay—”

Before he could finish, Peter landed a punch on his abdomen. The man threw up blood, sinking to his feet. He was now the one kneeling before Peter, the same thing he asked him and Lisa to do.

“He’s all yours, Lisa. What should I do to him?”

Peter stepped aside.

“Thank you.” Lisa nodded and stared down at the bald guy. “Tell me, who’s your boss?”

Sweat running down his forehead, the man hesitated.

“Are you not going to tell me?” Lisa smirked and picked up a knife from the ground. She held the blade against his neck and threatened, “I shall have to torture you slowly until you confess then, he's done with his, I'm.l next!”

With that, she raised her arm and swung.

At the last moment, the bald man screamed, “Please don’t kill me! I’ll tell you everything! It’s Kann Ben of the Black mask Group!”

They started as a great business organization but later turned it into an assassination group with deadly men.

His life was more important than his loyalty right now.

“As expected.” Lisa smiled. “Return and inform Kann that I’ll remember this! When I have some free time, I’ll visit him. Get lost right now!” She growled at him.

This man and his colleagues who were lying seemingly dead on the ground got up immediately and took to their heels, even leaving their cars. They were running for their lives.