Chapter 4: You Are Not Worthy of Life!
Mo Han was utterly enraged! Murderous intent surged from him like a tidal wave.
He transformed into a blur, launching himself at the middle-aged man with explosive force.
In that instant, his speed reached its pinnacle—so fast that no one could see his movement clearly.
The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed slightly. The moment Mo Han’s figure vanished, a powerful sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Bang!
Suddenly, as his heart skipped a beat and his vision blurred, a fist smashed into his face.
Crack!
With the sound of a nose breaking, the middle-aged man grunted in pain, his body sent flying backward.
Mo Han seized the opportunity to snatch the small, unconscious child from his arms.
“My child, my precious, your father is late—I'm so sorry!” Clutching his daughter, still deep in unconsciousness, Mo Han’s heart shattered, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The Tan family was utterly ruthless!
His daughter was only four years old, yet they had forcibly cut out her corneas...
Mo Han broke down completely, trembling from the pain and anguish.
“Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao!”
Li Anan rushed over, nearly collapsing at the sight of her daughter in Mo Han’s arms, unconscious and robbed of her corneas. The world spun, darkness closed in.
The Tan family had done it—they had cut out her daughter’s corneas!
From this moment on, her little girl would be blind forever!
“Heavens, what have I done to deserve this?” Li Anan fell to her knees, gazing up in utter despair. “Why are you so cruel? My daughter is only four! How could you just watch as the Tan family took her sight…”
Tears streamed down her face, her spirit shattering with immeasurable pain.
“Kill him! Kill him now!” The middle-aged man, regaining his senses, roared at the crowd of thugs.
At his command, the thugs surged toward Mo Han.
Mo Han’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. He pulled Li Anan close, placing Xiaoxiao in her arms. “Take Xiaoxiao to the hospital first. Once I retrieve her corneas, I’ll come to you.”
Stunned, Li Anan took Xiaoxiao and turned to leave.
Glancing back at the mob of thugs rushing at them, her face turned ashen. “We have to run—they won’t spare you!”
Mo Han shook his head. “It’s fine. They mean nothing to me. Besides, if I don’t retrieve Xiaoxiao’s corneas now, she’ll never recover her sight. Go to the hospital and wait for me.”
“But you—” Li Anan tried to protest, but Mo Han was already striding toward the oncoming thugs.
“Take Xiaoxiao to the hospital. Stop wasting time,” Mo Han ordered sternly, his brow furrowing.
With so many enemies, he worried for their safety—a single mistake could endanger both mother and child. It was best they leave immediately.
Li Anan was shaken. In five years of marriage, it was the first time Mo Han had ever spoken to her so harshly, catching her off guard.
But in that moment, Mo Han took a single step, vaulting more than three meters forward. As he landed, his foot smashed into a thug’s chest, sending the man flying. Four or five others behind him were knocked over like dominoes, unable to rise.
With a blur, Mo Han dodged slashing blades and clubs, his fist crashing into another thug’s face, sending him flying as well.
When a steel pipe came swinging at him, Mo Han seized the attacker’s wrist and twisted violently.
Crack!
The thug’s entire right arm was broken in a single move.
Within the mob, Mo Han’s kicks and punches felled thugs left and right. No one could even get close to him.
Li Anan wanted to say more, but was so stunned by Mo Han’s combat prowess that her fears eased. Carrying her daughter, she found her car and drove away from the manor.
For now, getting her daughter to the hospital was all that mattered.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Barely a minute after Li Anan’s departure, nearly a hundred thugs lay sprawled in pools of blood.
The ground was littered with broken limbs, shattered faces—merciless, grotesque carnage.
Tan Xiaorong and the middle-aged man watched, trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with terror.
Was this even human?
He was a devil, a monster!
Unstoppable.
Mo Han walked toward the trembling middle-aged man.
With each step, the man’s heart pounded in dread.
The Tan family had its share of skilled fighters, but never had he seen anyone as terrifying as Mo Han.
“What are you going to do? If you dare touch me, the Tan family will never forgive you!” The man stammered, legs shaking.
He wanted to run, but Mo Han’s chilling aura rooted him in place—he simply couldn’t move.
“It’s not about whether I spare your family—it’s whether your family can survive me,” Mo Han said coldly, smashing his fist into the man’s abdomen.
The man groaned, a spasm of pain wracking his stomach.
“Where are my daughter’s corneas? Bring them to me—if you want to live three days longer.” Mo Han seized the man by the collar, his voice icy.
“In... in the infirmary…” The man was terrified now. Mo Han was a demon incarnate.
“Take me there.”
Trembling, the man led Mo Han to the infirmary.
They had just removed Li Xiaoxiao’s corneas when Tan Xiaorong’s cries for help sounded, so he had rushed out carrying the child.
He had intended to use Li Xiaoxiao’s life to threaten Mo Han.
He never imagined Mo Han would be this terrifying—over a hundred men defeated in minutes. Such fearsome power was rivaled only by the legendary war gods of the military.
Soon, Mo Han obtained Xiaoxiao’s corneas. His eyes reddened with emotion.
Unable to contain his rage, he punched the middle-aged man in the chest.
Bang!
The man was thrown against the wall, vomiting blood, two ribs snapping instantly. He collapsed, barely conscious.
Still unsatisfied, Mo Han turned his cold gaze to the doctor in a white coat.
“You were the one who cut out my daughter’s corneas, weren’t you?” His voice was glacial.
The doctor was already trembling with fear. Under Mo Han’s frigid stare, he could only nod in terror.
“You deserve to die.”
Mo Han’s fist smashed into the doctor’s face. With a muffled cry, the doctor was sent crashing into the wall.
Mo Han stepped forward, yanking the doctor up.
Blood streamed down the man’s face; his vision swam. He stammered, “Spare me! Please—”
“You could harm a child so young. You’re not fit to be a doctor. You’re not fit to live.”
Mo Han’s tone was grim as he seized the doctor’s head and jaw, then twisted violently.
Crack!
The doctor’s neck snapped, and he died instantly.
Tossing aside the corpse, Mo Han looked at the barely conscious middle-aged man. “Tell Tan Taijun: Three days from now, I, Mo Han, will bathe your Tan family in blood.”
With those words, he strode out of the infirmary, called Li Anan to ask which hospital she was at, took Tan Xiaorong’s car keys, and drove straight to the hospital.