Daddy Is Coming, and No One Will Survive

Chapter 13

"You...you have no idea what we Maldonados are capable of," Omar continued, taking a deep breath. "I promise you'll regret this. No one has ever dared challenge the Maldonado family like this in Keklia Town. Not just you two, but Rosemary and her entire family will suffer..."

"You really are an idiot," Timothy sighed, shaking his head. He couldn't help but recall battlefield scenes where the Commander, alone with his battle sword, left a trail of bodies, turning the place into a hellish landscape.

Such power was far beyond what a small family like the Maldonados could withstand. Truly, ignorance was bliss.

Just then, Junior's phone rang. Seeing Rosemary's name, his breath caught.

Guilt from his earlier harsh words towards her surged through him. Taking a deep breath, he answered softly, "Rosemary."

"Where are you? Any news about Laurel?" Rosemary's anxious voice came through the line.

"Rosemary, don't worry. Laurel is safe now," Junior reassured her.

"You found Laurel?" Rosemary's voice was filled with excitement.

"Yeah," Junior replied. "Stay home and wait for me. I'll bring Laurel back soon."

"What do you mean?" Rosemary hesitated. "Is Laurel still in danger?"

"I just got the news. I promise I'll bring Laurel back to you safe and sound," Junior said firmly.

Rosemary's voice trembled with urgency, "Who took away Laurel?"

Junior replied, "Leave that to me. Trust me!"

Knowing his determination, Rosemary felt a wave of reassurance. She nodded, "You...you stay safe too."

Junior felt a warm sensation in his heart. "I will." After a pause, he added, "Rosemary, about earlier..."

"What is it?" Rosemary asked.

Junior thought back to how harsh his words had been, making Rosemary cry. He wanted to apologize, but he knew it had to be in person to show sincerity. Over the phone, it wouldn't be enough.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "Nothing. Just wait for my news. Once I have Laurel back, I'll tell you personally."

An hour later, Timothy took a sip of water, and said, "The Maldonado family should be sending people soon."

"Of course. Nicolas wouldn't leave his son with us for three hours without doing something," Junior replied calmly.

Just as he finished speaking, a large group of people stormed into the hotel.

Leading them was a wealthy-looking woman in her mid-thirties, Omar's sister, Celeste. Everyone wore matching uniforms with "Maldonado Security" emblazoned on the chest. The ten men directly behind Celeste each carried a Desert Eagle, while others wielded various melee weapons. Outside, nearly two hundred more people, all in security uniforms, surrounded the building.

"Celeste... save me..." Omar, lying on the floor like a beaten dog, cried out in pain.

Seeing his pitiful state, a cold fury radiated from Celeste.

She glared at Junior and said, "You've got guts. To beat up a member of the Maldonado family like this in Keklia Town, you're the first, and you'll be the last!"

Junior chuckled. "I don't know if I am the first, I wouldn't know. But I do know there won't be any after me. Because starting tomorrow, there won't be a Maldonado family in Keklia Town."

Celeste laughed, "You're quite a brave comedian!"

Her expression turned icy. "You think taking down Clark gives you the right to challenge the Maldonado family?"

"Is that not enough?" Junior responded coolly.

Celeste snorted, "Clark was just a small-time thug. He can't compare to our Maldonado family! If you think killing him would scare us, you're naive. Believe it or not, the people I brought could kill Clark several times over!"

"I believe you," Junior shrugged. "But did you really bring all these people just to tell me you can kill Clark multiple times?"

"Humph!" Celeste sneered again. "This is your last chance. Release my brother now, and cripple yourselves. I'll let you live. Or you'll regret ever being born."

"Are all Maldonado family members this stupid?" Timothy sighed, looking at her with disdain.

"Really?" Timothy smirked and looked at Junior. "How far should I go?"

"Leave Celeste. As for the rest, if they want to die, grant them their wish," Junior said calmly.

"Got it," Timothy replied, then moved like a phantom.

"Kill him!" Celeste shouted in surprise.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The ten men with Desert Eagles fired at Timothy's shadow.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The bullets sparked off the floor, missing Timothy entirely.

In the next instant, Timothy was among them, and the ten men were thrown back like they were hit by a hurricane. Blood gushed from their mouths as they crashed into the people behind them, knocking many down. They couldn't even utter a word before dying.

"Attack!" the remaining men roared, rushing Timothy with their weapons.

Seeing this, another hundred men outside charged into the hotel. If the space were larger, they would've all stormed in. In less than three minutes, over a hundred men lay on the ground, half dead and half severely injured, their groans filling the air. The hundred remaining outside were paralyzed with fear, not daring to enter.

"How... how is this possible?" Celeste stood trembling, sweat pouring down her face.

"So, do I now have the right to challenge?" Junior asked as he walked towards her.

"Don't... don't come any closer," Celeste stammered.

"Didn't you just tell us to cripple ourselves?" Junior continued walking. "I'll give you the same opportunity. Cripple yourself, and I'll let you leave alive. How about that?"

"Your... your daughter is still in our hands. If you hurt me, she dies too," Celeste said, her voice shaky. She quickly took out her phone and called her father on video. Nicolas had instructed her to do this if she was in danger, using Laurel as leverage.

Celeste had initially thought her father was being overly cautious. Bringing so many people to deal with two random guys seemed excessive. But now, she was extremely grateful for his foresight, knowing it was the only thing keeping her alive.

As the video call connected, Junior saw Laurel tied tightly with a rough rope to a sofa. She was filthy. Her skin was cracked, and her face was streaked with tears.

"You... you bad man, let me go," came a familiar, innocent voice from the phone. "My... my daddy will come to save me soon. Daddy is a hero. He won't let you get away with this."