Chapter 9 The Wrath Of Tartarus

• The truck burst into the courtyard at breakneck speed, crashing through the doors.
• It careened directly toward a young man holding a half-filled basin of water.
• The truck's arrival was sudden, its speed too fast.
• The young man, who had just fetched half a basin of water, hadn't even had a chance to douse Nadine before being sent flying.
• His body was slammed against the wall by the truck, instantly splattering blood everywhere. Half of his torso was reduced to a pulp.
• He instantly met a tragic death!
• Even before the dust had settled, the door of the truck swung open.
• Zoran, seething with fury, leaped out.
• As soon as his feet touched the ground, Zoran's gaze fixated on the small girl inside the dog cage.
• The resemblance between the girl and Zoran was striking.
• With just one glance, Zoran was certain; the girl was his daughter.
• After all, blood ties and intuition didn't lie.
• His daughter, the daughter of Tartarus, was actually locked up in a dog cage!
• D*mn it, and she was being forced to eat dog food and tortured into unconsciousness.
• She was only four years old, for God's sake! These despicable, heartless scums!
• “You all deserve to die!”
• Zoran's eyes were bloodshot, his murderous intent soaring as the temperature plummeted around him.
• With a furious shout, he took a step forward.
• He raised his hand and slapped the face of a young man.
• Crack!
• The young man's neck snapped instantly, his face and the back of his head exchanging positions as he died a gruesome death.
• The sight left the remaining young men wide-eyed with fear, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
• In the end, they were nothing but a bunch of hoodlums.
• Witnessing Zoran kill two people in one go, they were petrified.
• They wanted to run, but Zoran didn't give them a chance to escape.
• “Attack!”
• “Kill, kill, kill!”
• With a swift motion, Zoran drew the Full Moon Machete from behind his back.
• Moving like lightning, he swiftly decapitated all the young men, leaving only one alive.
• Pressing the blade against the survivor's neck, Zoran demanded, “Who ordered you to do this?”
• “It... it was Horace Watson!”
• “Where is he?” Zoran's eyes blazed red with murderous intent as he asked.
• “He's... he's at Lovers Hotel, waiting for a woman named Sheila Sullivan!”
• As soon as the survivor uttered these words, his head thudded to the ground.
• Zoran sheathed his blade and took out a satellite phone, dialing a number.
• “I know you're all here. Do something for me,” he commanded.
• “Don Tartarus, you may speak.” came the voice of Anonymous, the First Tartarus Guard, on the other end of the line.
• “Anonymous, this is Clusia. I don't want my wife and daughter to know my identity for now, to avoid scaring them. So from now on, you will address me as 'Boss'.”
• “Yes, Boss!” replied Anonymous respectfully.
• “Go to Lovers Hotel personally and restrain a man named Horace Watson for me. Remember, restrain, don't kill him.”
• With that, Zoran hung up the phone.
• He dashed toward the dog cage in a single stride, looking at the little girl confined within. His eyes instantly welled up with tears.
• “My daughter, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry you've suffered so much! But I'm here now, and no one will ever dare to bully you again!”
• Gritting his teeth, Zoran fought back the urge to kill.
• He dismantled the dog cage barehanded, then carefully lifted his daughter into his arms.
• Seeing his emaciated daughter, her mouth still stuffed with dog food, Zoran couldn't control his tears, which streamed down uncontrollably.
• She was merely four years old, yet she had to endure such suffering!
• Before she fell unconscious, how helpless and scared must she have felt? And how desperately she must have yearned for someone to save her?
• “Sheila, I hope you're okay!”
• With his daughter persecuted to this extent, Zoran could only hope that Anonymous wouldn't be too late.
• Otherwise, no one would be able to withstand Tartarus's wrath!