Family Guy Peter Fights の小説・ストーリー

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stalked toward me, clearly trying to intimidate me. “You’re just a pathetic wolf who transformed a few days ago, and you dare claim you can fight me? Aren’t you tired of making a fool of yourself?” Peter snorted coldly. I stayed silent. There was no point wasting words on him. He let out a sinister laugh. “If you can dodge, then I’ll let you go.” He lunged at me, his hand shooting for my neck, but I quickly stepped aside and avoided him. He stopped and looked at me with a smile.

Neo hesitated, looking at me. Peter got mad and tried to punch him. Neo dodged it easy and Peter lost balance, falling hard to the ground. The whiskey bottle dropped and spilled. Peter cursed loud from the floor. “You bastard!” Neo tried to help him up, reaching out. Peter pushed his hand away rough. “Don’t touch me, motherfucker!” I was still breathing heavy, anger boiling. “Neo, leave.” Neo nodded once, turned and walked out the door. Peter got up slow, brushing himself, face full of rage. He looked at me. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? That’s why you won’t fire him.”

Peter was not afraid at all and poised a fist as he snapped, "A good-for-nothing like you talking back to me?! I'll straighten you out for my sister's sake right now!" That was when Frank suddenly kicked him in the gut, sending him flying like a bullet. "Argh!" Peter's girlfriend turned pale in panic and scrambled to his side. "Are you alright, darling?!" Nearby, Vicky was smiling coolly. Trying to lay a finger on Frank? The brat certainly was brave.

They look at each other like they'd tear themselves up if given a chance. "You slept with my girl!" "And you dumped her." I hold unto Peter to avoid him from hitting Mike. I never prayed to witness two built grown up men fight in my presence. I'd only be helpless and take series of hits if I try to interfere. Before I can blink, Mike dives Peter and push him to the ground. He straddle Peter and punch Peter's face continuously. Peter pushes Mike off and gives him a punch on his face. I stand there, watching two grown up men that I love, on the floor, hitting each other like children.

"How dare you?!" Peter exploded with fury, his face contorting. "You're just a lowly person with mediocre fighting skills. How dare you speak to me like this? Today, I'll show you the power of an upper-class family that you'll never reach. Even my simple bodyguard can crush you effortlessly." "Chuck, why are you still standing there? Finish him quickly. But leave him breathing—I'll enjoy torturing him slowly, picking his bones clean, one by one." Peter's face twisted with a cruel and manic expression.

"Actually, on that subject, there's something I want to discuss with you." The light from the windows spilled his face and I saw it clearly for the first time. There was large bruise that had spread across his cheekbone, dark purple and yellow. One of his eyes was swollen nearly shut. Trying to hide my surprise, I folded my arms. "What is up with your face? Did you get into another one of your fights with your shady friends?" Peter laughed, but it ended in a pitiful cough. "My asshole of a son punched me." "Hmm. I'm sure August had a very good reason."

“How do you prefer to fight?” He looked at me as if this was some type of elaborate joke. “On the ground,” he said. “Deal.” In the next instant, as if not believing his own luck, he had sprung up onto his knees, landing an impressive jab to my side. I grunted. The brown crowd went wild. I heard Peter’s breathing sharpen, as if unsure of what to do next. I didn’t move, waiting for him to decide. He grabbed my torso around the middle. He wasn’t strong, but I allowed him to tackle me backward into the sand. He aimed another blow at my side. It wasn’t even a hard punch. But the crowd behind him roared its approval.

Peter responds, tapping his foot agitatedly. "Okay, stop it!" Max clenches his jaw and looks at his wristwatch. "Let's try to be professional here...we are getting fucking late, Peter. Can we fucking fight over you guys' girl problems later?" He directs glaring at me and I raise an eyebrow at him asking why the fuck is he looking at me? "That's of no use now because I know we fucked up everything." Peter intervenes. "I am sure this fucking bastard is going to take it out on our deal.." He denotes and I roll my eyes at him.

“Like hell I will.” Peter’s fist comes out of nowhere. Crack. Pain detonates in my jaw, but I barely have time to react before he swings again. This time, I’m ready. I duck, throw my own punch, and it connects with his ribs. He grunts but retaliates fast, slamming his fist into my gut. Shit. I punch him back and we roll to the ground, hitting and kicking each other until we’re both bloodied. We’re trading blows like it’s a damn street fight and not a million-dollar office with vintage furniture and a minibar stocked with drinks worth more than some people’s live saving. His assistant barges in and Peter orders her out.

Elliot looked at Peter with his sharp eyes and said without a hint of patience, "If you people had something on me, you would have used it as blackmail a long time ago. I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to dirty my hands. I'll tell you this one last time: Piss off!" Peter's eyes were red with anger. "Elliot Foster, you have been a master for a long time. Do you really think you are master of the Fosters? The old hooligan you had beaten up last time is not only my father, but he is your father too! The blood that flows in your veins, flows through the body of that old hooligan too. That's not the blood of the Fosters! That is his blood!" Bang! Elliot Foster punched Peter in the face!