The Great Ethan Lee

Chapter 5

Barging into the ward was none other than the eldest son of the Mitchell family, Shawn Mitchell.

Shawn's fierce gaze fell upon July, who was lying on the hospital bed, and his eyes filled with greed. "So, she's here. I've been looking everywhere for her! Take this little b*stard away! Hahaha, my body got better after multiple blood transfusions. She is my blood bank. Take her away!"

Sophia shielded July in her arms, looking at them warily. "What do you want to do to my daughter?"

Shawn, accustomed to vulgar and gaudy women, found Sophia's pure and beautiful face as refreshing as clear spring water. He laughed heartily, "Damn, I didn't expect this little b*stard to have such a beautiful mother! Pretty lady, I'm going to f*ck you several times tonight. If you behave, I might consider sparing this little b*stard's life! Hahaha!"

Just as Shawn reached out to touch Sophia's chest, a large hand came over, gripping Shawn's hand like a crocodile's mouth, making it immobile!

Shawn noticed a man sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed, looking at him with intense anger and coldness in his eyes. He felt a hint of fear.

But then, Shawn thought of his family's power and cursed arrogantly, "F*ck! Where did this cripple come from? Control your filthy hand, or I'll throw you into the sea to feed sharks!"

Ethan's voice was low and cold. "Are you the one who draws my daughter's blood?"

Shawn blinked in confusion, "Your daughter?"

Then he sneered disdainfully, "So you're the father of this little b*stard!"

With the Mitchell family's influence in Greenhill City, they naturally had July's identity thoroughly investigated. For the past five years, July lived with her mother, Sophia, in poverty. Although Shawn didn't know who July's father was, a man who let his wife and daughter live like beggars couldn't be that powerful, could he?

Thinking of this, Shawn impatiently took out a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it in front of Ethan. "Damn cripple, this money is enough to buy half the blood in your daughter's body!"

Shawn's high-and-mighty tone felt like he was offering alms to a beggar on the street! As if he was saying, "It's your honor that I, Shawn Mitchell, can draw blood from your daughter!"

Then, Shawn's greedy eyes turned to Sophia again, filled with lust. "Your wife is very beautiful. If she spends one night with me, I'll give you another twenty thousand dollars. How about that?"

Hearing Shawn's extremely insulting words, Ethan seemed unfazed, his gaze calm as if looking at a dead man.

Ethan calmly asked, "Have you finished your last words?"

Shawn laughed loudly, "You fool! You’re not only a cripple but also a madman!"

Shawn viciously pointed at Ethan's head, "Do you know who I am? You should be honored that I want to f*ck your wife!"

A deep anger flashed in Ethan's eyes. "I hate it when someone points at my head!"

Shawn cursed, "F*ck! Who do you think you are, you hate..."

At this moment, Jackson, unable to suppress his anger any longer, walked over.

He quickly reached out his right hand, grabbed Shawn's finger, and twisted it upwards! There was a crisp cracking sound! Shawn's shrill scream instantly filled the entire ward!

Shawn cried out in pain, "My finger! My finger! How dare you break my finger?"

Shawn was full of disbelief! How dare anyone offend the eldest son of the Mitchell family in Greenhill City? The severe pain from his hand made Shawn's eyes bloodshot. "What are you all standing around for? Kill them for me!"

The bodyguards Shawn brought were usually very arrogant. Upon hearing their master's order, they all rushed forward menacingly!

Jackson wore a disdainful smile on his face, swinging his fists. His heavy punches were accompanied by screams.

Ten seconds later, several injured bodyguards lay on the floor of the ward, groaning in pain, unable to move!

Gulp!

Shawn swallowed in fear! He noticed Jackson's eyes, filled with hatred, fixed on him. In fear, he staggered back, no longer having the previous arrogance ."You... Stay away! My dad is Leon Mitchell!"

Ethan looked at him coldly, "Do you still want to draw my daughter's blood?"

Shawn said in fear, "I..."

Ethan continued, "Do you want my wife to sleep with you?"

Shawn was drenched in sweat, "You..."

Ethan stared into Shawn's eyes, "Do you want to throw me into the sea to feed sharks?"

Three questions, like the grim reaper's interrogation, thundered in Shawn's ears!

Shawn trembled all over, cold sweat pouring from his forehead!

But his innate sense of superiority made Shawn maintain his last bit of dignity. "Fine, you guys are indeed powerful! I'll concede for now! But this is Greenhill City. My father is Leon Mitchell! You'd better let me leave safely, or you'll face the consequences."

Hearing this, Ethan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Do you know what my favorite saying is?"

Shawn was puzzled. 'Why did he suddenly say this?'

Ethan's lowered gaze lifted slightly, his eyes filled with endless coldness. "My favorite saying is: Whatever you do to me, I will return to you! Kindness repaid with kindness, blood repaid with blood!"