The Great Ethan Lee

"Dad, is that you?" "Dad, I’m July! Please come and save me! My mom is Sophia Harris!" "Dad, I can't wait any longer. They've taken so much blood from me, I'm about to die." "Dad, can you say something? I really want to hear your voice…" "We're at the City Hospital…" At that moment, the call was interrupted by men shouting, "D*mn it, this little brat stole my phone to make a call!" "Catch her!" "Watch out, that woman surnamed Harris is trying to grab a knife!" The call suddenly ended, replaced by a busy signal. Ethan Lee held the phone and frowned slightly. 'I've been alone for twenty-eight years. How could I have a daughter? Is this some kind of prank?' Ethan thought deeply until the name Sophia Harris, mentioned by the little girl on the phone, came to mind. Five years ago, one night, Ethan was experimenting with a new type of medicine. The side effects of the drug disturbed his mind, making him go mad. At that time, the only person in the lab was a young and beautiful female college student assisting him. When Ethan regained his senses the next day, the girl was gone as if she had never existed. He remembered she had a beautiful name: Sophia Harris. Standing at the podium, Ethan frowned, his elegant eyes exuding a powerful sense of oppression that filled the entire classroom. 'No, this isn't a prank! They are Sophia Harris and my daughter! These crazy bastards dare to hurt my daughter?!' Ethan slammed the table hard. The podium, made of expensive wood, cracked with dozens of lines under his immense strength. He roared angrily and grimly left the classroom without saying another word! The sudden scene made all the thirty six students in the classroom stand up. They were elites from various sectors such as politics, military, business and technology. Among them were five-star generals with great power, business leaders with billions in assets, and sharp-witted tech experts. With just a move of their fingers, they could shake the entire market. But at this moment, all the elites were terrified, their faces pale. They didn't know what had happened. 'What could make the calm, wise, and strong master so furious?!' A general in uniform stood up. He was General Jackson Trump, Ethan's fifth disciple, and a five-star general of the Northern Legion! He shouted, "Pass my orders! Deploy the heavy weaponry from Base Three and send out spy drones to follow the master. All soldiers on high alert! Await my command to support the master at any time! This is not a drill! Everyone, move now!" Next to General Trump was a man in a branded suit. "Agents from the State Information Bureau, move out immediately. Find out what happened to the master as soon as possible!" he commanded. They didn't need to know who was right or wrong, because no matter what, they would unconditionally support Ethan. Even if it cost them everything! Because Ethan was their master, guiding their path. Thirty-six students, thirty-six calls, thirty-six orders—enough to destroy any enemy! On the road outside the city, a convertible sports car was speeding. Ethan, sitting in the passenger seat, gazed into the endless darkness ahead, his face heavy with pain. Years ago, Ethan was abandoned by his family and later taken in and raised by a reclusive old pastor, who schooled him from age 8 to 18. Before the old pastor died, he hoped Ethan would continue his unfinished work: teaching disciples and redeeming the world. Anyone who received Ethan's guidance became a strong person in their field. They called Ethan a saint and were proud to be guided by him. But Ethan had been lonely all these years. But after today's call, a beautiful face slowly surfaced in his mind, making him extremely anxious. 'Did I make a huge mistake that night?!' Ethan frantically recalled the scene in the lab. Nothing in the lab was destroyed, but there were a few torn pieces of clothing on the sofa. At this moment, a possibility flashed through Ethan's mind. 'Sophia Harris and I must have had s*x, and then she had a daughter. She must have endured humiliation to raise her daughter all these years, while I, as a father, knew nothing!' Ethan's hand pounded on the steering wheel, his eyes gradually becoming resolute! 'Since God has given me a chance to make amends, I will never let anyone harm you! Sophia, wait for me! And July, Daddy is coming!' At this moment, fifty kilometers away at City Hospital, Harris was holding her pale-faced daughter and crying, "Please don't hurt my daughter! I'm begging you to let us go! I promise I'll repay the money I owe you, but my daughter is innocent. If you keep taking her blood, she'll die!" Several tattooed men surrounded her. One of them, a man with a scar on his face, said viciously, "I don't care about that! Debts must be repaid; that's the rule! Right now, what is valuable in your entire family is this little girl’s rare blood type. If we don't take her blood, how are you going to pay us back? Take the girl away! Keep drawing her blood!" Sophia held her daughter July tightly. "This is murder! I'll call the police! I'll fight you!" She let go of her daughter, picked up a broom from the floor, and bravely charged at the men. Scarface kicked her hard, sending her weak body flying backward. She hit the wall heavily, and blood instantly started pouring from her forehead. "Mom!" July cried as she saw her mother bleeding. She threw herself on her mother, crying. Scarface pointed at Sophia and said, "Guys, beat her up!" July spread her arms to protect her mother. "Sir, please, don't hurt my mom!" July stretched out her thin arm to Scarface. "I'll be good. You can take my blood..." Sophia held her daughter. "Silly baby, too much blood loss will kill you. Mommy will protect you..." July kissed Sophia's cheek. "It's okay, mom." Scarface showed no pity. He grinned smugly, "Ha ha ha, don't worry! I won't kill this little girl. I'll make her my blood slave. Her rare blood type is worth more than gold!" July walked towards Scarface and said, "Sir, as long as you don't hurt my mom, you can take my blood." Sophia cried out, "No! Silly baby, come back! You'll die!" Two burly men dragged Sophia away and kicked her twice. Scarface smiled falsely, "Little girl, as long as you behave, I won't hurt your mom!" July bravely extended her arm, and Scarface immediately ordered the doctor next to him, "Doctor, draw 1,000 milliliters of blood from her!" The doctor hesitated, "Her body is too weak, and she's just a child. She doesn't have that much blood. If we draw 1,000 milliliters, she will be in danger!" Scarface slapped the doctor. "When I say draw the blood, you draw it! As long as she doesn't die right away, it's none of our concern! Little girl, don't hate me. If you want to hate someone, hate your useless mother and your irresponsible father!" As the doctor tied the tourniquet on her arm, July smiled at Sophia. With blood trickling from his mouth, the doctor whispered in July's ear, "If you have anything to say to your mom, say it now." July waved to Sophia, "Mom, I'm sorry. I can't stay with you anymore! It's such a pity that I've never seen Dad or heard his voice. I also wanted to be like other kids, riding on Dad's shoulders, having him buy me cotton candy... Then you take a bite, Dad takes a bite, and I take a bite... But I won't get to see that day." Sophia cried, "You'll be fine, my baby! Hold on, Dad will come to save you!" Scarface laughed, "How could anyone come to save a bastard abandoned at birth?" "Goodbye, mom." July waved to Sophia, "If you ever see Dad, please tell him that I've never hated him." Covered in blood, Sophia tried to crawl towards July, but Scarface stepped on her back. She crawled helplessly on the floor, leaving a trail of blood, her weak arms sliding in vain. Scarface laughed triumphantly. Sophia cried out, "Let go of my daughter!" But the doctor began his work, taking more and more of July's dwindling blood. July slowly closed her eyes. There was a blissful smile on her face. "Mom, I think I see Dad coming to get me." Bang! At that moment, the ward door was kicked open and shattered. Seeing the scene before him, Ethan's eyes turned red, and he cried out in agony, "My child!"