The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage by Chu
Chapter 1243

Seeing that Kit was still ordering him around, Peter's expression contorted viciously.

Raising the brick he was holding, he smashed it violently on Kit's head!

"Fuck you! I'm not a piece of shit nor a dog!" Peter bellowed as he did so. "It's all you and Larry's fault that I ended up like this! Well, I've killed Larry, and you're going to die now too!" "Fucking Peter Lane! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Kit's vision actually blacked out for a moment, and was incensed when he reached up and felt blood on his head.

This mutt who was always beneath him had just hit him!

And what was it that he said... that he was the one who killed his brother Larry?!

Still, Kit growled, "Hit me again, and I'll make your life a living hell—"

Thump!

Peter said nothing as he hit Kit in the head again with all his strength, leaving Kit completely stunned.

"Argh...!!!"

It took the man around ten seconds to regain his senses, and he let out a blood-curdling scream when he felt the blood on his head!

"I've had enough of you! I'm a dog to you, huh?! This dog will kill you now, fucker!"

Peter charged up and knocked down Kit, once again hitting his face with the brick with all his strength.

Crack!

"Argh!!!"

Even as the brick shattered, Kit struggled violently.

Even if Peter's physique was not particularly impressive, he was a young man, and his crazed bludgeoning overwhelmed the fiftyish Kit.

Moreover, Frank had subtly injected a small iota of pure vigor into Kit's body, which spread throughout every corner of his body.

While it would not hurt Kit, it ensured that his muscles were aching so much that he would not even be able to raise his arm-and he would fall over every other step. "Help me... Help..."

Even as kit was breathing his last, he somehow found the strength to crawl away.

A large group of men rushed to the scene just then.

However, they were not from the Bleeders gang, but from the Blue Fangs instead.

"Shit, isn't that Kit Jameson?!" Terry exclaimed before turning toward Peter, who was covered in blood and dirt. "And who are you?"

"He's Ms. Lane's younger brother," Frank replied as he made his way to them.

He glanced at Peter, who had dropped to the ground as if fatigued.

Then, he turned toward Kit, who was wheezing even as he lay sprawled on the ground. Crack!

Kit stared at Frank, wide-eyed even as Frank broke his neck with his foot.

He did not get it-his plan was flawless, so how could Frank and Peter have made it out?!

And Frank especially... he was a monster!

The bomb could not kill him, and he could stay unscathed even as he leapt off Zomber Tower!

"T-This isn't right..." Kit croaked even as he died, his eyes wide open.

Peter then pushed himself to his feet and walked up to spit on Kit's corpse. "Hahaha! I'm just a dog, huh?! Just piece of shit, huh?!"

He collapsed from exhaustion again, and Frank nodded ever so slightly even as he watched.

The brat had done a fair bit of harm, but he had at least kept his promise this time.

From that alone, Frank believed that he held up his end of the bargain.