52: My daughter is my God of War Xiao Tianyu's Achilles' heel! Whoever touches her will die!

"Hall Master! Wake up!"

A man in black, seeing this, instantly widened his eyes, filled with panic and anxiety, and rushed forward.

With a "thump," he knelt, shaking Xiao Tianyu's shoulders with all his might, and yelled hoarsely, "Hall Master! Hall Master! Please wake up!"

His voice was hoarse from overuse.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto Xiao Tianyu's black robe, creating a small, dark water stain.

Seeing Xiao Tianyu unresponsive, he slowly stood up, his tall and straight figure like a volcano about to erupt, with surging anger churning in his chest.

He suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at the Gao Family members.

His gaze was like that of an Asura from Hell, cold and ruthless, with killing intent spreading around him like solidified black mist, as if the surrounding air was frozen by this Aura.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and advanced step by step towards the Gao Family members, each step like a heavy hammer striking the ground, making people's hearts tremble.

"Listen carefully!"

He roared, his voice like a surging tsunami, carrying endless deterrence.

"If anything happens to the Hall Master, your entire Gao Family will be buried with him! I will turn this Gao Family upside down, leaving no chickens or dogs!"

The middle-aged man from the Gao Family had legs as soft as soaked noodles, his knees trembling uncontrollably.

If not for someone supporting him, he would have collapsed into a puddle of mud.

He tried to steady himself, his lips quivering as he spoke to the men in black, his voice trembling severely:

"You... who exactly are you? In broad daylight, surrounding people with guns, is there no law anymore..."

As he spoke,

He quietly clenched the corner of his clothes, trying to hide the cold sweat on his palms, his eyes frantically scanning the faces of the men in black, speculating about their origins.

Before he finished speaking,

The man in black, like a lit stick of dynamite, instantly erupted, darting forward with a "whoosh."

His face flushed purple, veins on his neck bulging out like they would burst through his skin any second, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

His gaze was like a hungry wolf that had starved for days, ready to devour people.

He took a swift step forward, pressing his gun tightly against the middle-aged man's forehead, his arm trembling slightly from the effort, and roared:

"Law? In Tianhai City, our Hall Master is the law! If anything happens to the Hall Master, your entire Gao Family will be buried with him!"

In an instant, the dozens of other men in black moved in unison, like a well-trained mechanical squad, raising their weapons simultaneously.

A "click" echoed all around, crisp and clean.

Bullets were swiftly chambered, and the dark muzzles of the guns pointed at the Gao Family members, glinting coldly like the eerie green eyes of hungry wolves in the dark night, with a chilling killing intent that seemed to freeze one's blood.

The Gao Family members were scared stiff, their bodies trembling like sieves.

Some were pale as paper, their lips bloodless, their teeth chattering wildly, and saliva mixed with tears of fear streamed down their faces.

They fell to their knees with a "thump," clasped their hands together, and repeatedly kowtowed to the men in black, crying out, "Don't kill me, I didn't do anything! I have elders and children, please spare my life!"

In their hearts, they cursed Gao Shiyuan and Gao Yunyun, regretting not staying away from the Gao Family's messes.

Some rolled their eyes and fainted directly, collapsing to the ground, hands and feet twitching.

Others scrambled backward, hands and feet clawing at the stone floor, leaving deep scratches, but their weak legs couldn't move an inch. Their hearts were filled with a desperate desire to survive, wishing they could crawl even one more inch.

The night descended like a vast, impenetrable black silk cloth, heavily enveloping the Gao Family manor.

The fierce wind, carrying sharp grit, raged like an out-of-control mad beast, howling and roaring, mercilessly tearing at the flowers, plants, and trees in the manor.

Branches were twisted into grotesque arcs by the gale, and leaves rustled in sorrow, as if weeping in despair.

It was as if the heaven and earth were permeated by the current desolation and terror, falling together into an endless black hole of Chaos.

The Gao Family members at this moment were like ants on a hot pan, both anxious and terrified.

"Doctor! Call a doctor quickly!"

The shouts were uneven, filled with uncontrollable trembling and panic.

Someone waved their hands wildly in the air, as if trying to grasp at a fleeting straw of hope, their eyes wide, as if they would pop out any second, their face filled with terror, and they shrieked at the top of their lungs:

"Where has everyone gone? Hurry up and find a doctor! If anything happens to the Hall Master, we'll all be buried with him, it's all over!"

This person stomped their feet while shouting, their body trembling uncontrollably, their heart filled with endless fear.

Horrifying images of Xiao Tianyu's men in black going on a rampage kept flashing in his mind.

Fortunately, they had already called a doctor earlier.

Not long after, the sound of an ambulance came from the roadside.

Upon seeing the doctor, they felt as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

Once the doctor arrived, he immediately began emergency treatment without a word.

This ambulance was originally called for Gao Shiyuan, who had been shot, but now no one cared about him.

Everyone tremblingly gathered around Xiao Tianyu, not daring to breathe loudly.

They only dared to glance sideways, their eyes filled with panic and unease, silently praying that Xiao Tianyu would wake up quickly.

After a while,

Xiao Tianyu finally slowly regained consciousness.

His parched lips trembled slightly. Before his consciousness returned, his mind was a blur of Chaos, with only the faint, smiling face of his daughter flickering in and out of view.

Once his eyes cleared, his first words were a hoarse shout: "Where is my daughter?"

The roar was like rolling thunder, making everyone's ears buzz.

Blood tears gushed from his eyes, tracing a path down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, blooming into dazzling bloodstains.

His hands, like two clamps, gripped the clothes over his chest tightly, his knuckles white, veins like earthworms crawling over the back of his hands, and the veins on his neck bulged high, like angry little snakes.

He sat up with a "whoosh," gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, his entire being exuding a surging malevolence, like a wild beast driven to its extreme, having lost its reason.

He had only one thought: find the true culprit who killed his daughter, and tear apart anyone who dared to stop him!

At this moment, the middle-aged man from the Gao Family dared not conceal anything, his lips quivering, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and he truthfully said:

"Your daughter isn't dead... she was taken away by Lu Chen."

"My daughter isn't dead?!" Xiao Tianyu's eyes widened with shock, immense joy instantly filling his mind.

But upon hearing the latter half of the sentence, he instantly became furious again!

"Lu Chen?" Xiao Tianyu frowned deeply, his brows furrowed into a deep ' river' character, muttering the name repeatedly.

Each time he uttered it, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and killing intent surged like an overwhelming tide, wave after wave, ceaselessly.

"Who is he?" His voice sounded as if squeezed through clenched teeth, low and hoarse, yet imbued with an bone-chilling terror, like the whisper of a demon on a cold night.

He wondered who this Lu Chen was, daring to touch his precious daughter!

"He's from the Lu Family in Yanjing." The middle-aged man's voice trembled, almost inaudible, as large beads of sweat rolled from his forehead and splattered on the ground.

Xiao Tianyu paused, a vague impression of the Lu Family in Yanjing flashing through his mind—a powerful, deeply entrenched force.

But what did that matter!

His daughter was his life; whoever touched her had touched his inverse scale!

No matter who it was, they had to die!