'You dare to hit my daughter, you stinky scavenger?'

The old bastard looked at me alone and wanted to slap me.

But I didn't give him a good expression. 'Is your whole family here? Especially that little bastard!'

The old bastard didn't feel scared at all, and he also found it uninteresting.

With a ferocious expression, he waved his hand.

The surrounding bodyguards surrounded me with batons.

I grabbed a baton and charged towards the old bastard.

These so-called bodyguards had never encountered someone who didn't fear death.

After taking two hits, I went straight to the old bastard.

He didn't expect that I would be so fearless and still charge at him even after taking a beating.

I swung the iron rod towards his head.

The old bastard raised his hands to block, but instantly, both his arms were broken at a 90-degree angle.

The old bastard's screams echoed throughout the villa.

I struck his face with the rod again!

A piece of his cheekbone caved in, a few teeth flew out, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

He collapsed on the ground, crying in pain.

I turned around and held the iron rod towards a group of bodyguards. They were frightened and hesitant to approach.

The old bastard's blood splattered all over my face. The warm and sticky blood reminded me of the tragic state of my daughter in the video.

I dragged the old bastard, who was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream, and headed upstairs.

I was going to seek revenge on that little bastard.

Dongge and the others rushed in just in time, and they quickly subdued the group of bodyguards.

I dragged the old bastard's head up the stairs, and his head knocking against the steps made a knocking sound.

I stopped outside a room on the second floor.

Because I faintly heard sobbing from inside.

I kicked the door open, and sure enough, that little bastard and her mother were inside.

The wounds on the little bastard's face hadn't healed yet. When she saw me, she looked as if she had seen the god of death.

Perhaps they heard the screams of the old bastard downstairs just now, so they were holding their phones, intending to call the police.

I threw the old bastard in front of them, stepped on his head, and raised the iron rod.

'Hang up the phone! Otherwise, for every second, I'll strike him again!'

After saying that, I directly struck the old bastard's ribs with the rod.

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the little bastard's face.

She was frightened and hurriedly dropped her phone, trembling as she hid behind her mother.

'Come out! If I wait for one more second, I'll strike him again!'

I looked at the little bastard, and another strike hit the other side of the old bastard's ribs.

He was in so much pain that his eyes nearly rolled back.

However, this time, the little bastard didn't come out.

She kept shaking her head, shrinking back in fear.

'You're not coming out? Then I'll continue beating your father.'

The old bastard became anxious and, while spitting blood, yelled at his daughter to come out.

Unfortunately, the little bastard covered her ears and didn't care about her father's life or death.

I struck the old bastard's leg with the rod, directly fracturing his bone.

He cursed in pain, blaming his daughter.

Just as I was planning to find the right angle to break the old bastard's other leg,

her mother finally pushed the little bastard out.

'Why aren't you smiling? Wasn't it fun playing with Uncle?'

I grabbed her face and slapped her.

'Speak! Was it fun?'

She was slapped so hard that she hit the headboard, and her head and mouth were bleeding.

'I'm sorry! It wasn't fun!'

How could it not be fun? You were all laughing happily back then!"