Chapter 12 A Catastrophe Was About to Unfold!

After the long-unused beacon tower was lit, Marcus headed straight for Trash Peak! By this time, everyone from Don's faction had already gathered at Trash Peak. Seated on the highest chair, Don looked down at the Trebecs below him. Don waved his hand, signalling for someone to bring over a corpse. The corpse was Devon’s. "Everyone, Black Dragon Springs was forced to disband back in the day. I planned to regroup after a few years and return to the underworld, but today I can wait no longer ... "Today, Black Dragon Springs will rise again, and we will be unstoppable in Netherwood!" The people on Trash Peak pounded their chests and shouted, "Black Dragon Springs will rise again, and we will be unbeatable!" "Black Dragon Springs will rise again, and we will be unbeatable!" "Black Dragon Springs will rise again, and we will be unbeatable!" The voices were filled with excitement. Don laughed heartily. Every organisation needs a spark to start a war. And his son’s death was undoubtedly the best spark. At this moment, Don's second brother, Fangs, knelt in front of him. "Don, I used to work in the military. I asked someone to check, and Marcus has no notable position in Wintermere. He’s probably just a low-ranking soldier." Don laughed loudly. "A low-ranking soldier dares to avenge his daughter? He must pay for his actions." Fangs were right; they couldn't find Marcus’s position in Wintermere. That was because the person he asked didn’t have the clearance to access Marcus’s rank. Marcus in Wintermere was like a king! And he would be the same back in Netherwood! Fangs said fiercely, "Don, we must not let Devon’s death go unpunished. Let me throw Lily off the tower crane right now." He was about to act when Don stopped him. "No ... Killing her wouldn’t be painful enough for Marcus." Don took out an iron pipe, a plan already forming in his mind. All the Trebecs stepped aside. Don walked toward Lily. Seeing Don approach, Lily knelt on the ground and whispered, "Please, let my grandfather go." Don ignored Lily and swung the iron pipe directly at Doran’s arm. Bang! The pipe shattered Doran’s bone. Blood splattered on Lily’s face, and she was stunned. Doran, who had already been beaten, was now lifeless. Why? Why wouldn’t they leave him alone even after he was dead? "Still holding onto this child even in death, truly ... " Don gritted his teeth and smashed the pipe down again. Bang! Another strike broke Doran’s other arm. "Still not letting go." Don twisted his neck and then swung the pipe down on Doran’s head. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds echoed continuously from Trash Peak. At this moment, Fangs walked over to Don again and whispered, "Don, that b*stard’s father is here." Don smirked; this was the moment he had been waiting for. "How many people?" Fangs, holding a monocular, looked down the mountain and said, "Two people." Don laughed. "Only two? Hahaha, we have thousands of men, and they come with just two? Are they here to beg for mercy? Keep beating him! Turn that old man into minced meat, and then beat that little b*stard too! ... At this moment, Marcus was rushing to Trash Peak at full speed. When he arrived at Trash Peak, he was stunned. The old man who had once helped him was clutching Lily tightly. His head, hands, and feet were all covered in blood. Not a single part of him was unscathed! He was still holding onto Lily, his hunched body beaten in multiple places. Marcus had saved countless lives in Wintermere and around the world, but he had never seen injuries as severe as these, even on the battlefield. His heart sank. Doran seemed to have a final breath left, and he gently closed his eyes toward Marcus. Finally, his head slumped to the side, and his hand fell. "Lily, your dad is here ... I can let go now ... " A faint voice was drowned by Lily's heart-wrenching cries, which echoed through the sky. "Grandpa ... " Lily's small hands shook Doran's body desperately, her eyes filled with despair. Marcus had no idea Lily had been tricked into leaving the hospital. He couldn't fathom how much this event would scar her young heart. For the past five years, Doran had protected Marcus's wife and daughter without asking for anything in return, only to meet such a cruel end. Marcus's eyes turned blood-red with fury. Don saw Marcus approaching and arrogantly said, "Marcus, I thought a coward like you wouldn't dare to show up." He couldn't begin to comprehend the rage building inside Marcus, a rage ready to erupt like a volcano. Marcus rushed to Lily and scooped her up. Lily's face was pale, her tears had dried up. "Daddy's here, don't be scared ... " Marcus gently stroked Lily's head. Lily's face was blank as if she had suddenly grown up. She looked up with a hoarse voice and asked, "Daddy, is Grandpa dead?" Marcus hugged Lily tightly, unable to find the words to respond. "Is Grandpa never coming back? Will there be no one to open the door for me when I come to Trash Peak to pick up trash? "Daddy, answer me. "Is Grandpa gone?" Marcus's eyes were bloodshot as he held Lily tightly and said, "I will make everyone pay for this!" Lily finally began to sob, her small body unable to bear the overwhelming grief, and she fainted. Seeing this, Don became even more arrogant. "Marcus, do you know how to make your daughter suffer the most? It's by beating this old man into a pulp right in front of her. A scene like that would haunt her for life. "And do you know how to make you suffer the most? "By beating your daughter to death right in front of you. "I'll give you one night to gather help. If by dawn you still have only two people, you'll watch your daughter die." Marcus clenched his fists tightly. Five years ago, he went to Wintermere, a place ravaged by war where battlefield doctors were incredibly rare. Wintermere was in such turmoil that those who survived didn't have medical skills, and those with medical skills couldn't survive the battlefield. In those five years, Marcus organised Wintermere's most elite force, the Blade, and roamed all over Wintermere and beyond. Whenever anyone in Mandoria needed help, Marcus would rush to their aid as quickly as possible. He had saved people in freezing conditions, nearly freezing to death himself. He had carried the burden of Wintermere on his shoulders during its toughest times. He had saved countless lives, perhaps not millions, but hundreds of thousands. Yet now, in Netherwood, his daughter was nearly killed. His wife and daughter had been tormented for five years. He only wanted justice! Not only had Don killed Doran in front of Lily, who had protected them for five years, but now he threatened to kill Lily in front of Marcus himself. They had gone too far. Marcus was beyond enraged, each breath he took sounded like a roar. His fury echoed across Trash Peak, and his murderous aura filled the air. Even the storm clouds seemed to fear him. He was completely driven to madness! A catastrophe was about to unfold!