Daddy Is Coming, and No One Will Survive

Chapter 10

Bam! Bam! Bam! Tables, chairs, and benches around exploded; windows on the walls shattered into pieces, and the bar counter collapsed with a crash. Clark, like a cannonball, was thrown out, smashing through the wall behind him and crashing onto the cement floor outside.

"So strong." He managed to utter a few words before a large amount of blood spurted out, his body convulsing a few times before going limp.

He never imagined that he, the underground king of Keklia Town, revered by thousands, would one day lose his life because of a little girl! If given another chance, he probably wouldn't have taken on that job from the Maldonado family! But life had no 'ifs'. Karma had its retribution, and everything had its consequences!

Splurt! Junior, blood rushing to his heart, suffered even more. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura also weakening.

"Ah..." Junior fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, crying out into the sky with a heart-wrenching cry. 'In the end, was I too late!? Why would God punish me like this! Why so cruel! Laurel, she's just a child!'

Thud! Thud! Thud! Soon, hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway. It was Iris rushing in, followed by hundreds of fully armed police officers, each one alert as if facing a formidable enemy.

Hiss! As the group entered the lobby, they gasped in unison at the scene before them. What was once a bustling restaurant hall now resembled a hellish nightmare. They were chilling to the bone.

The front row of people, glancing over at Clark lying motionless in the distance, wore expressions of profound shock. 'The Underground King of Keklia Town actually died!? What on earth happened!? Who had the audacity to take the life of such a prominent figure on Keklia Town's turf!?'

"Stand by!" Iris withdrew his gaze from Clark's body, turning to his subordinates with a solemn voice. His shock was no less than anyone else's. Ever since Timothy called him earlier to handle the aftermath, he had vaguely sensed that something big was about to happen. So, as soon as he hung up the phone, he rushed over with his men.

He had fought with Clark for so many years, knowing his adversary very well. Clark was ruthless, cunning, and had thousands of men under his command, none of whom were pushovers.

Although he knew the members of the Shadowstorm Legion were highly skilled, no matter how strong they were, they couldn't possibly take on hundreds alone! If Junior had met with trouble under his watch, he would be in deep trouble himself! And now, seeing the scene before him, he truly understood Junior's strength!

"Yes, sir!" Everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Commander, are... are you alright?" Iris cautiously approached Junior from about ten meters away, stopping in his tracks. It wasn't that he didn't want to get closer, but Junior's overwhelming killing intent made it nearly impossible to take another step forward. Even so, he couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.

"You should be familiar with the Maldonado family's situation, right?" Junior took a deep breath as he stood up and turned to Iris.

"The Maldonado family?" Iris met Junior's gaze and nearly collapsed.

At this moment, Junior seemed like a demon just emerged from hell to Iris. His rage was overwhelming, his aura murderous, and his eyes like two sharp swords, instilling fear deep into the soul.

"Who are the main members of their family?" Junior continued in a low voice.

"The head of the Maldonado family is Nicolas Maldonado. Nicolas has three children. He also has a brother who is a skilled martial warrior," Iris took a deep breath to steady his emotions. "Nicolas's eldest son, Patel, and second daughter, Celeste, are mainly responsible for all the family's illegal businesses, such as nightclubs, private clubs, casinos, martial arts academies, and so on."

He continued. "His youngest son, Omar, manages the family's legitimate enterprises and serves as the CEO of Maldonado Group. Omar is also the most favored by Nicolas among the three children and is likely to be the next successor of the Maldonado family. He..."

"Does Omar have a daughter about the same age as Laurel?" Junior interrupted him directly.

"Yes, she just turned six today." Iris seemed to suddenly realize something, trembling all over. "Commander, what do you mean?"

"Omar's daughter needs a heart transplant, and Laurel happens to be a match!" Junior replied coldly.

Hiss! Iris shivered all over. The Maldonado family was truly asking for trouble!

"Where is Laurel now?" After taking another deep breath, Iris spoke again.

"Nicolas has taken her to Qiekery!" Junior's eyes turned bloodshot, every word dripping with fury.

"Ah!?" Iris exclaimed, trembling all over. He knew exactly what this meant!

"Immediately track Omar's phone and locate him!" Junior ordered in a stern tone.

"Yes, Commander!" Iris nodded vigorously and quickly took out his phone to give instructions.

In less than five minutes, Iris's phone rang.

"Commander, we've located Omar!" After hanging up, Iris looked at Junior. "He's at a private club under the Maldonado family."

"Send me the address!" Junior said briskly as he walked quickly towards the lobby door. At the same time, he instructed, "You handle the cleanup here quickly. Don't worry about Omar for now. I'll call you when I need you!"

"Tell your men not to interfere for now, Junior. Handle this personally," Timothy quickly added, catching up with Junior.

"Got it!" Iris shouted loudly behind them and quickly sent the address of the private club.

Boom! Two minutes later, Timothy started the car, pressing down on the accelerator, and the car roared out with a burst of speed.

At that moment, in the largest private room on the third floor, Omar was half-lying on the sofa, one arm around a stunning beauty, the other holding a cigar. Two other young men were also in the room, accompanied by equally attractive women, with cigarettes and alcohol in hand.

"Congratulations, Master Omar, on securing another major project. We'll be counting on you in the future!" The tall young man raised his glass towards Omar.

"Huh, rest assured, I won't let you down!" Omar smiled faintly and clinked glasses with him.

"By the way, Master Omar, how is your daughter's heart surgery going? Have you found a suitable donor?" The shorter young man asked after taking a puff of his cigar.

"Found it!" Omar's face lit up with a smile. "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, she'll be on the operating table in half an hour!"