Chapter 4
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In a luxurious hospital room, a group of top dignitaries focused their worried eyes on the figure lying on the bed.
Ethan looked around and smiled helplessly. "Why are you all here?"
General Jackson spoke up. "Master, why didn't you tell us? Why did you act alone?"
Another disciple added, "If anything had happened to you, we'd regret it forever!"
Everyone expressed their concern sincerely. Without Ethan's guidance, they would have remained ordinary people. He gave them knowledge and strength, leading to their successful careers. They all deeply respected their master.
Suddenly, Ethan remembered his daughter and quickly asked, "How is July?"
Ezra stepped forward. "Master, I've checked on July. Apart from some malnutrition, she's in good health."
Ethan let out a long sigh of relief. Then his eyes filled with hatred and anger. "Since she's safe now, it's time for revenge!"
The room's atmosphere turned icy. Jackson shouted, "Bring him in!"
Scarface, his arm severed, was pushed in by Ghost Wolf. He was no longer arrogant. Despite the pain, he kowtowed repeatedly. "Big Brother! Big Brother, I was wrong! Please, be merciful. Don't hold it against a small fry like me!"
Ethan's eyes were cold. "Tell me, why did you draw my daughter's blood?"
Scarface cried, "It wasn't me! It was the Mitchell family! They forced me to do it!"
Ethan's face darkened. "The Mitchell family?"
Jackson explained, "Master, the Mitchell family is the most powerful family in Greenhill City. They control the city's underground world and have close ties with City Hall and the Police Department. No one can match their power!"
Scarface quickly added, "Yes, yes! I heard that their eldest son, Shawn Mitchell, needed a rare blood type to save his own life. But rare blood types are so hard to come by. Even money can't buy them! So, the head of the family, Leon Mitchell, found out your daughter had a rare blood type. He tricked your wife into taking a loan, and when she couldn't repay it, they planned to use your daughter's blood to settle the debt!"
Leon Mitchell!
Ethan's eyes burned with rage. 'They dared to use my daughter's blood as collateral? How many lives do they have to lose?!'
Feeling the intense anger from Ethan, all the disciples respectfully lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
Scarface trembled with fear. "Big Brother, I've told you everything I know! Please, spare me! I'm just a worker. Everything was done under Leon Mitchell's orders!"
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the ward door was violently kicked open. A huge shadow loomed over Scarface like the grim reaper.
Before Scarface could react, someone grabbed his head. With a low growl, his head was severed, blood splattering everywhere! Many people frowned at the bloody scene.
Ezra couldn't help but speak up, "Drake Will! Shooting him would have sufficed. Wasn't this too cruel?"
Drake was covered in blood like a demon from hell. He sneered, "Cruel? He dared to upset our Master. A quick death was too good for him! I don't care what you useless people plan to do, but tonight, we must wash away the humiliation with blood! If you cherish your reputation and don't dare to kill, then I'll do the killing!"
Jackson, Drake’s friend loudly reprimanded, "Drake, is this how you speak to your friends?! Those villains deserve to die, but we only kill those who deserve it! If you dare to kill innocent civilians, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Drake arrogantly raised his head. "Just you? Jackson, don't think I fear you just because you became a disciple a few months before me! I'm telling you, if killing everyone in Greenhill City would please Master even a bit, I'll turn the entire city into a dead zone!"
Jackson angrily responded, "Drake, if you dare to kill recklessly, I'll arrest you!"
An official commander and a mercenary leader, both had killed many on the battlefield. They glared at each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Have you argued enough?" A calm voice sounded, causing Jackson and Drake to feel uneasy.
They knelt on one knee, showing their submission. "Master, we're sorry for disturbing your rest!"
The other disciples smiled kindly. Jackson was a talented five-star General, and Drake was a hot-headed mercenary leader. Only Master Lee could make both of them behave.
Ethan's eyes were filled with deep fatherly love. "I want to see my daughter! That’s more important than revenge, "
The other disciples quickly found a wheelchair for Ethan, and Jackson pushed him to July's ward.
Knocking on the door, Ethan looked at his sleeping daughter with eyes full of love. She was his daughter, his life's continuation, someone he needed to protect and care for with all his heart.
After a long time, Ethan slowly turned his gaze to the haggard-looking Sophia Harris. Their eyes met, and an unspoken emotion quietly spread between them.
After a long while, Ethan said, "Sophia, I'm sorry about what happened that night."
Sophia, fixing her disheveled hair, replied softly, "That night wasn't your fault."
Ethan fell silent. That night, Sophia had a chance to leave. But Ethan had taken an experimental drug that caused mental confusion. If the drug's side effects weren't neutralized in time, it could have been life-threatening. Sophia stayed to save Ethan, resulting in an encounter with the mentally unstable Ethan.
Thinking of this, Ethan looked at Sophia's beautiful face, his eyes filled with love and regret. "Sophia, I know these past five years have been tough on you. It's all my fault! Since fate has brought us together again, Sophia, give me another chance to take care of you..."
Before Ethan could finish, the ward door was rudely kicked open.
Someone arrogantly demanded, "Where's that little b*stard's blood?!"
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