I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Leyton removed his helmet with a sinister smile, “My dear cousin, I’m terribly sorry, I just wanted to see if your hands are getting rusty recently.”

Terrence Sterling casually flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, unfazed even as the fight behind him turned bloody. The two bodyguards were no match for the dozen men and were quickly injured and unable to get up.

“Since you’ve come to me yourself, this is how it must be,” Terrence Sterling tossed the cigarette butt on the ground, extinguishing it with his foot. He calmly took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and prepared for battle.

Suddenly, a biker brandishing a knife came at Terrence Sterling. Without hesitation, Terrence Sterling unleashed his fury, kicking the man away, grabbing him, pinning him against a car door, snatching his knife, and chopping off a finger with one swift motion.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The rapid and ruthless series of actions left Leyton deeply shaken, his face changing color as a hidden fear flickered in his eyes.

With blood staining the blade of the large knife he held, Terrence Sterling looked at Leyton with a murderous gaze, “Don’t disappoint me.”

He then strode towards Leyton with his long legs, causing Leyton to instinctively take a step back.

Realizing his cowardice, Leyton angrily ordered his men, “Attack him!”

Leyton was vicious, but Terrence Sterling was even more brutal. His earlier demonstration of force left everyone awestruck. If Terrence Sterling had aimed for an arm or head instead of a finger, that biker wouldn’t have stood a chance.

The biker, clutching his severed hand, looked at Terrence Sterling with terror and dared not approach him.

However, under Leyton’s command, all the bikers armed themselves and attacked Terrence Sterling with knives and metal rods.

One biker swung his knife at Terrence Sterling, who met the blade with his own, causing both knives to chip instantly.

Terrence Sterling’s speed was unmatched; before his opponent could react, he disarmed the person who had tried to sneak up on him from behind with a metal rod, knocking him out cold.

In the brawl, Terrence Sterling showed no mercy. In the darkness, the smell of blood quickly filled the air, and Leyton stood on the sidelines, waiting for Terrence Sterling to exhaust himself.

He ordered his men to wear down Terrence Sterling.

But Terrence Sterling wasn’t foolish. He knew he had to finish off everyone at once, or else Leyton’s ruthlessness would leave him with little chance of surviving.

Faced with too many opponents, Terrence Sterling also received a blow to his back, further angering him.

In a swift move, Terrence Sterling turned and went straight for Leyton, striking him on the shoulder with a rod.

The force was so strong that Leyton knelt on the ground in pain.

Terrence Sterling placed the rod on Leyton’s head, exuding a menacing aura, his gaze full of killing intent as he surveyed the people around him.

“Those unafraid of death can continue,” he declared.

The dozen men Leyton had brought were either too injured to stand or too frightened to step forward. They were street brawlers, not skilled fighters. Despite their cruelty, they were no match for Terrence Sterling, an even more ruthless adversary.

Blood stained Terrence Sterling’s white shirt, and his back continued to bleed. He appeared like the God of Death himself, emanating a terrifying aura that instilled fear in those around him.

Leyton, now terrified, gazed up at the rod above his head, his previous arrogance dissipated. Shaking, he stammered, “Cousin, we’re just playing around, we’re family.”

Terrence Sterling was repulsed by Leyton’s words. His cousin and his father harbored big ambitions but lacked the ability to see them through.

His deep eyes glinted with coldness, “Dirty hands deserve death.”

With a swift kick, Terrence Sterling pushed Leyton away and walked towards the car.

Leyton harbored resentment and anger, and as Terrence Sterling turned away, Leyton’s expression darkened. He picked up the knife from the ground and, seizing the opportunity, lunged at Terrence Sterling’s back…