Chapter 194 Whose Lackeys Were They


    Two minutester, 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 pped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to p themselves if they


    left him unsatisfied.


    Watching, the beautifuldies 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 minutester, 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 themand 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 n to get back at Peter, we wouldn''t be here and be humiliated like


    this!


    This is all your fault!" they eximed.


    In anger, the two men pped 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 surrender, but his speech was cut off with a smack every other word. He could not


    take it anymore. He felt like he would run out of tears.


    "Stop!" Petermanded with a wave of his hand. Immediately, the two stopped.


    "Now do you know the difference between you and me?" he repeated.


    "Yes, I do. I do," Griffith finally answered. He didn''t have the guts to talk back this time.


    "Good. Kneel and p yourself fifteen times. Then, say that you are good for nothing, you''re a bastard


    and you are no match for me, five times. Then, I will let you go,"


    said Peter casually.


    "You..." This was humiliating. If he said those words out loud, would he still have a face to show? What


    would Robin do to him if he went back?


    "No? It seems you haven''t had enough ps," Peter taunted.


    Griffith shivered and finally obeyed.


    Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match


    for you!" Griffith dered.


    "Didn''t you have enough to eat? Why are you pping so lightly and why is your voice so soft? Do you


    want me to do that for you?" Peter continued.


    Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match


    for you!"


    Griffith pped himself harder and shouted even louder, tears running down his face.


    Now he could see how evil Peter was. He did not do things the way they were normally done. He had


    his own horrible ways.


    Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match for you!"


    Griffith kept yelling. It was so hard that Griffith felt as if he would pass out and go into aa.


    Then, Peter turned to Shelly. "This good-for-nothing bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let''s enjoy


    our meal somewhere else," he said.


    He put his arm around her and looked at Griffith with pure disgust.


    As they were about to leave, he threw him a disdainful kick.


    Griffith was so ashamed he wanted to kill himself.


    Even with a way to get out, he spared no effort to escape.


    What happened was just too degrading.


    Shelly was speechless. Giggling in response to what Peter said, she replied, "You''re such a bad man,


    Peter. You really gave the man a hard time, didn''t you?"


    Pak! Suddenly, Peter loudly patted Shelly''s shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly?


    Does this mean you don''t like me anymore?" he asked, seemingly upset.


    "Oh, no. That''s not what I meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few momentster, she


    looked at Peter slightly blushing.


    "Peter, can you put your hand away now? People are looking at us."


    "Oh, right, sorry, I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He


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    The twockeys immediately picked Griffith up and took him away, the moment Peter left.


    Instead of going to the hospital, though, they went to see Robin.


    They needed to tell him about what happened. Revenge was the one thing they wanted and they were


    hoping Robin could help.


    Besides, there was no use keeping it from him. He would surely find out about what happened,


    eventually.


    There were too many witnesses. Also, even before provoking Peter, Griffith revealed his identity.


    Given this, he thought it would be best to admit his mistakes even before Robbin put the me on him.


    He regretted revealing his true identity.


    The three men soon arrived at the entrance of a private room. Griffith took a deep breath, pushed the


    door open, and entered.


    "Mr. Song, I need your counsel," he immediately 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 hispanions 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


    ck 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 Silvend 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 exined in between sobs.


    ''Peter Wang of Silvend 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 nce at the other woman, provocatively. ''Your man is toast, '' she thought.