My beautiful boss

Chapter 125 Fierce And Aggressive Wolf King

"Oh, well." Amaris sighed with resignation as she and Peter went on their way.

They cast long shadows in the moonlight. Indescribable sadness and loneliness emerged in Amaris's eyes.

She felt all alone despite Peter's company.

They proceeded to a five-star hotel and booked a Presidential Suite. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Their purpose for choosing such a hotel was very simple: they wanted to stay in a relatively safer place.

People who could afford such a luxury hotel were usually quite prominent. Even Wolf King would have second thoughts about causing trouble in such a place as it might inconvenience other powerful personalities.

Amaris sat, silent and distraught.

Not in the mood to flirt as well, Peter sat with her in silence.

A few drinks later, they soon fell asleep.

Peter found himself waking up at odd intervals, though. It was somehow difficult for him to sleep peacefully.

He had just fallen into another light sleep when he received a call from Amelia. What she said shook him wide awake.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Amaris asked, also shaken to consciousness because of Peter's reaction.

"Wolf King and Diego began fighting with each other! Stay here and rest. Do not leave this room! I'll go and have a look," Peter told her.

"Be careful," she said as she kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I'll wait for you to come back," she added.

"Okay." Peter nodded. He grabbed his coat and left the hotel immediately.

It was a dark and windy night.

Dressed in black armor, Caden left Prairie Pastoral with eight fierce men and went straight to Purple Leaf Tea House.

The men all carried sharp knives that reflected in the moonlight. They all looked fierce.

Caden carried a white canvas bag which contained some homemade explosives.

He was about to go to a fight that would possibly redefine his future.

If he did a good job, he would finally be able to replace Tim completely and receive training from Wolf King to be the next leader of the Northwest Underworld.

Slacking off was not an option. He would not allow himself to fail.

He was not only determined to bomb Purple Leaf Tea House, but also wanted to find a way to kill Diego so that he could prove his worth.

They proceeded to head towards the tea house after parking a few kilometers away.

Little did they know, Diego already sent 30 of his men to Prairie Pastoral. They were ready for blood.

Caden and his subordinates arrived at Purple Leaf Tea House ten minutes later.

With a wave of his hand, the eight men dispersed to hide in themselves from sight. From their own spots, they watched, vigilant and inconspicuous.

Having covered his face with a scarf, Caden walked towards Purple Leaf Tea House.

"Are you..." the two brawny men at the gate were about to ask, feeling something off about the situation.

Before they could finish, Caden swooped forward, took an iron rod, and threw it at them, violently.

Bam!

Instantly, one of the men fell to the ground with his face covered in blood.

His skull was cracked. It was a horrible sight.

Without a pause, Caden waved the iron rod to the opposite direction and threw it towards the other brawny man.

Responding quickly, the man took two steps back and managed to avoid the attack. He was about to shout for help when

a dagger shot out from Caden's cuff, flew in the air and pierced his throat in a split second.

The man fell to the ground, unable to breathe anymore.

"Dead dogs!" Caden mocked them with disdain. He then opened the door with his rod and entered.

Ambush was not unusual in Purple Leaf Tea House.

Diego knew that there was a possibility for Wolf King to attack at night, so he made sure he was prepared.

Seeing Caden break in, dozens of fierce men in the area glared and charged at him, roaring deafeningly.

Caden froze in shock for a moment and then grinned.

He put his iron rod away, took a bomb out from his bag and threw it out.

"Here is a big present for you!" he said with a grim smile as he proceeded to walk out of the tea house. Upon reaching a ten-meter distance, he pressed the button on his remote control and, boom!

With a loud bang, flames soared high into the sky.

Broken limbs and blood flew from all directions as the bomb went off, killing the fierce men. Several unlucky men were soon eaten up by the fire with barely anything left of them.

Screams, howls, bawls, and wails — sounds of pain and agony echoed through Purple Leaf Tea House.

Some managed to escape by jumping through the window of the second or third floor. Surely, these men were all valiant fighters led by Diego, which explained their fast reflexes.

"Go to hell!" Caden roared with a grim smile. Holding his iron rod, he led his men to prepare to attack.

The eight men immediately rose to their feet. With their sharp knives, they rushed at the nearest enemies.

Blood and violence clouded the atmosphere.

Boom! Pak! Swoosh! Clunk!

Caden and his eight subordinates advanced. They were formidable and aggressive.

The men fell at their feet one by one, stained in blood.

Caden's men were also wounded, but they were in a better condition compared to their opponents.

Caden got more fired up and fought wildly.

His iron rod cut and bludgeoned, spreading blood everywhere.

Twenty minutes later, all the valiant men who had rushed out from the tea house were killed. Among Caden's subordinates, one was killed and two were seriously injured.

Caden, though, was not pleased. "Has anyone seen Diego?" he boomed, frustrated.

Diego was his real target. He would never be satisfied until Diego died.

"No," the seven fierce men all shook their heads.

"Retreat!" Caden ordered decisively. With a wave of his hand, the men withdrew.

The fight was so fierce that it was highly likely to attract the attention of the police soon. He didn't want to repeat Tim's mistake.

As the fight was about to end, Prairie Pastoral was also ransacked by 30 of Diego's loyal subjects.

All of them were trained by Diego himself, which made them highly skilled fighters extremely loyal to him.

They showed no fear of death. They would gladly take it just to protect and serve their superior.

30 blood-thirsty men rushed inside and fought against the fierce men led by Wolf King.

In a few minutes, a dozen of Diego's men managed to kill eight of Wolf King's, at the cost of their lives.

What a tragedy!

"Damn it! Go to hell!" Wolf King cursed furiously.

Fired up by the savagery of Diego's men, the fire inside Wolf King was soon awakened.

With a grim smile, he pulled a nearby door out of its frame and charged at his opponents.

The heavy door plank looked light as a crab stick in Wolf King's hands. He waved it around, seemingly effortlessly.

Just in a few seconds, five men were crushed to death under the weight of the door. It was indeed a tragic encounter.