Chapter 4

When Damien heard "organ harvesting", his mind exploded with rage. Without asking another question, his right hand suddenly clenched tight.

Nash's neck bone snapped.

Damien casually tossed the body onto the expensive Persian carpet.

"Ironmount, take fifty men to the top floor," Damien's voice was ice cold. "Lock down the presidential suite. If anyone dares to touch a single hair on Sophia's head, kill them without mercy."

"Yes!" Ironmount took the order and led half the black-clad killers straight to the elevator.

Damien turned and headed for the emergency stairwell leading to the basement, "The rest of you, follow me."

Underground level three, private medical center.

The harsh white light of the surgical lamp shone on the operating table. Faye was strapped down with leather belts on the cold stainless steel surface.

Her big eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the masked doctors around her.

"What are you going to do to me?" Faye's voice trembled.

The doctor with gold-rimmed glasses picked up a scalpel, examining its sharp blade.

"Don't be afraid, just take a nap and it'll be over," he said coldly. "Anesthesiologist, prepare general anesthesia. Mr. Ford is in a hurry. Remove the corneas first, then draw blood."

The anesthesiologist walked forward with a syringe.

Faye shook her head desperately, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes.

"Daddy... Daddy save me..."

"Your daddy's long dead," the anesthesiologist sneered, grabbing Faye's thin arm, preparing to insert the needle.

BOOM!

A massive explosion.

The blast-proof steel door, weighing half a ton along with its frame, flew directly into the operating room. The door smashed against the wall, shaking loose chunks of plaster.

Several Ford family bodyguards who had been guarding outside flew in with it, crashing heavily to the ground with caved-in chests, dead on the spot.

The doctors in the operating room turned around in shock.

Through the dust and smoke, a man in a black trench coat strode forward, carrying a thick smell of blood.

"Who are you?" the doctor with gold-rimmed glasses demanded loudly, "This is the Ford family's private territory!"

Damien didn't waste words.

He raised his right hand, snatched the syringe from the anesthesiologist's hand, and thrust it back.

The thick needle plunged directly into the anesthesiologist's eye socket, piercing straight through his brain. The anesthesiologist didn't even have time to scream before falling straight down.

The other doctors turned to run in terror. Damien's figure flashed, appearing in front of the gold-rimmed glasses doctor.

Damien grabbed his throat with one hand, lifting his entire body into the air.

"Who gave you the nerve to touch my daughter?" Damien's voice was extremely low.

The gold-rimmed glasses doctor kicked his legs wildly, his hands desperately prying at Damien's wrist, but couldn't budge it at all.

Damien's fingers applied slight pressure.

The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out. The remaining two assistants were so scared they dropped to their knees, frantically kowtowing.

"It's not our fault, it was Mr. Ford's order! Spare us!"

Damien didn't even glance at them. Suddenly two dark shadows flashed from behind him. Ironclaw's blade rose and fell, and two heads rolled to the ground.

The entire operating room instantly fell silent, leaving only the ticking sound of running equipment.

Damien walked to the operating table. On the cold stainless steel surface, four-year-old Faye was tightly bound hand and foot with thick leather straps.

Her tiny body trembled in the cold air, her pale face streaked with tears, dried blood at the corner of her mouth.

On the cart beside her lay sharp scalpels and blood collection bags. Damien's breathing stopped for a moment.

He had killed countless people, his mind long hardened like stone, but at this moment, looking at the little girl on the table, his heart clenched painfully.

Faye opened her eyes and looked at this blood-covered stranger. She wasn't afraid, but instead felt a closeness that came from blood ties.

"Are you... Daddy?" Faye asked tremblingly.

Damien's eyes grew hot. He reached out with slightly trembling hands, blade flashing as he cut through all the special restraints binding Faye.

"I'm Daddy. Faye, I'm sorry. Daddy came too late."

Damien took off his black trench coat, wrapped Faye's small body tightly in it, and carefully lifted her into his arms, his movements so gentle as if afraid of hurting her.

Faye reached out her small hand and touched Damien's cheek, big tears rolling down.

"Daddy, you really came. They said you were dead, that you didn't want me and Mommy anymore."

Damien's heart was wrenched hard. He took out a bottle from his inner pocket and poured out a pill that gave off a rich medicinal fragrance.

This was Shadow Sect's most precious Creation Pill. As long as there was still life, it could bring someone back.

"Faye, be good. Eat this and it won't hurt anymore." Damien brought the medicine to Faye's lips.

Faye obediently opened her mouth and swallowed it. A medicinal fragrance spread through her mouth, slowly dissolving. Faye immediately felt the pain lessen.

The handprint on her face faded at a visible speed, her pale complexion gradually regained color, and her breathing became steady and strong.

"Daddy, go save Mommy quickly! Bad people want to hurt her!" Faye clutched Damien's shirt, shouting anxiously.

Murderous intent flashed in Damien's eyes, but when he looked down at Faye, his gaze instantly became incredibly gentle.

"Daddy will bring you and Mommy home right now." Damien held Faye and turned, striding out of the operating room.

Ironclaw and his men stood guard outside. A few bodyguards were screaming in pain; the others had already been dealt with.

"Leave them alive," Damien's voice was ice cold. "Find out everyone in the chain of interests behind this hospital. Everyone who participated, kill them all."

"Yes!" Ironclaw bowed his head in acknowledgment.

Damien, holding his daughter, walked toward the private elevator to the top floor.

At that moment, the top floor banquet hall was magnificent and glittering. San Francisco's powerful and famous elites had gathered together.

Ronnie wore a custom white suit, standing on the flower-decorated stage.

Sophia was pressed down by two burly maids gripping her shoulders hard, forced to stand beside Ronnie.

She wore a gorgeous wedding dress, but her eyes were like a dead pool of water, without any light.

Milo and Clio sat in the front row VIP seats. Milo's face was full of smiles as he clinked glasses with several bosses beside him.

The emcee held the microphone, his voice booming, "Today is the engagement ceremony of Ronnie and Sophia. Let us bless this new couple..."

Ronnie leaned close to Sophia's ear, lowering his voice with a lewd laugh, "After today, you'll be my plaything. That little bastard of yours is probably already a pile of body parts by now. The private medical center's surgeries are very fast."

Sophia's whole body trembled. Her dead-water eyes moved, and she turned to look at Ronnie.

"What did you say?"

"I said, with the money from selling her organs, I'll buy you a few designer bags." Ronnie's words were like a devil's whisper.

Rage consumed Sophia's entire being.

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she instantly broke free from the maids, pulled out the sharp hairpin from her head, and stabbed viciously toward Ronnie's neck.

"I'll make you pay with your life!"

Ronnie sneered and grabbed Sophia's hand, backhanding a loud slap across Sophia's face.

Sophia fell hard to the ground, her wedding dress train tearing, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.