Liam's Road to Revenge

"Daddy, is that you? Daddy... please come save Sasha... They don't give me food, and they hit me with a whip every day... It hurts so bad... I'm so scared... Boo hoo hoo..." A notification sound chimed as an anonymous video message appeared on Liam Anthony's phone. The footage was shaky, obscuring the scene, but the trembling voice of a terrified girl pleading for help was clear. This IP address had sent him several messages last night. But at the time, he had been in the midst of a brutal battle and couldn't afford any distractions. Liam's brows furrowed as he was about to hang up the video call. "You've got the wrong number." "No way! My mommy gave me this number. My mom is Cree Montgomery. Are you my daddy, Liam Anthony?" Boom! Liam felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. The figure he had buried deep within his heart for seven years now came crashing back into his mind, vivid and real. Seven years ago, Liam had been expelled from his family, reduced to a castaway, and was hunted by countless assassins due to a bounty on his head. During his escape, he got into a car accident. It was Cree Montgomery, the eldest daughter of the Montgomery family, who braved the raging fire to save him. It's no exaggeration to say that she was like an angel, giving him the courage and hope to survive. Later, when Liam's location was given away, Cree once again risked her life to help him escape overseas. It was on that very day that they became intimately involved. He never imagined that Cree had given birth to his daughter. "Aah! I won't do it again! Please... don't hit me..." The frightened cries of a little girl broke Liam's train of thought. The flashlight flickered over the girl's battered body, bringing her into painful clarity.. Her body was covered in horrifying whip marks, with blood oozing from her wounds. What pained him even more was the thick iron dog collar, covered in spikes, tightly fastened around the girl's slender neck. The rusted spikes had already torn her delicate skin, leaving it bloody and mangled. A bald man with a sinister face appeared on the screen, grabbing the little girl's hair and lifting her off the ground. "You little brat! Gotcha. Tell me! Who are you sending videos to?" The little girl trembled in fear but bit her lip, refusing to say a word. Liam's heart raced as he yelled, "Stop! Let go of my daughter!" The bald man looked into the camera with a sick grin. "So, this little brat is yours? That makes you the infamous Liam Anthony, the one everyone calls worthless." Liam's eyes flashed with cold fury. "I don't care who you are. If you hurt my daughter again, I swear you'll wish you were never born!" The bald man mocked, clutching his chest dramatically. "Oh no, I'm so scared!" Before he finished speaking, he threw the girl heavily onto the ground and stomped on Sasha's frail chest. With the pressure from his foot, Sasha's pale face visibly turned purple. With her last bit of strength, the girl weakly whispered into the camera, "Daddy, help me... Sasha doesn't want to die, Daddy, please..." "Hear that? Isn't it just a wonderful melody to your ears?" The bald man taunted as he looked into the camera, laughing maniacally. "Goodbye, deadbeat. Uncle Jack here is going to play some more thrilling games with my little sweetheart!" The video was abruptly cut off. Sasha's heartbreaking cries echoed like a hammer in Liam's heart. "Sasha!!!" Rage tore through Liam, his vision going red as murderous intent surged like a tidal wave.  Liams fury was overwhelming, surging like a storm to the heavens! Several of his loyal subordinates, who had fought by his side for years, quickly surrounded him. Behind him, a tall woman appeared, looking worried. "My Lord, what happened?" Tossing the phone to Angelica, Liam's voice was icy cold. "Gather all our best fighters. Head to Ramapo immediately and find that girl as fast as possible! Get the private jet ready! We're going to Ramapo! Kill anyone who tries to stop us!" "Yes, sir!" Angelica looked stunned. She had followed Liam for years but had never felt such intense killing intent from him! Within moments, a shadowy jet cut through the sky, vanishing into the clouds. Ten thousand soldiers saluted in unison, "Farewell, my Lord!" On the plane, Liam's grief erupted, breaking through the walls he'd carefully built over the years. He let out a low roar, "Sasha... my daughter..." After seven years of fierce battles, Liam had built the Azure Radiance from scratch. Over these years, wherever Azure Radiance went, they were unstoppable! Invincible! Heads of state all respected Liam, calling him the Divine Lord. But now... the mighty Divine Lord wept silently. Sasha's horrific screams still echoed in his ears. At this moment, a chilling aura emanated from him, making the surrounding air seem to freeze. 'Die! Whoever harmed my wife and daughter will pay with their lives!' *** In a remote, filthy courtyard on the outskirts of Ramapo, over a dozen burly men with brutish faces sat around a table playing poker. The bald man tossed the bloodstained whip onto the table, twisting his neck with a satisfied grin. One of them, a scarred man, glanced at Sasha's bloody figure on the ground not far away and spoke coldly, "Jack, you better not kill that little brat. If you ruin the young master's plans because of this..." Jack sneered, "Sam, that little brat can take a beating." As if to prove his point, Jack walked over to Sasha, unbuckled his belt, and let his yellowish urine fall onto her face. Sasha coughed weakly as she came out of her unconscious state, her eyes filled with terror as she looked up at Jack. Jack shook himself off, pulled up his pants with a grin, and turned to look at Sam and the others. "See? I told you this little brat wouldn't die that easily." Seeing that Sasha was still alive, Sam snorted dismissively and turned his attention back to the card game. Jack then dumped a foul-smelling bowl of meat mixed with bones and fur right in front of Sasha's face. The meat had clearly been left out for days, as maggots occasionally wriggled within it. Sasha's eyes stayed shut, and her thin, frail body trembled uncontrollably. Jack grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face close to the rotten meat. The nauseating stench filled her nostrils, causing her to retch. With a twisted grin, Jack taunted, "You little b*tch! Tonight's dinner is your sweet dog, Bobby! As punishment for trying to escape, you must eat every last bite!" Hearing this, tears rolled down Sasha's scarred cheeks. Her puppy, Bobby, had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, and after being taken to this place, he was her only source of comfort. Now, even that last bit of warmth had been snuffed out... Sasha's eyes went blank, her small, battered hands mechanically gathering the meat as if trying to bring her lost companion back. "Bobby, don't worry... Daddy will come to save us... Watching the girl, he had tortured to the brink of collapse, Jack felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Just then, Sam came over, patting Jack on the shoulder. "That woman doesn't know her place. Young master says you can go ahead and enjoy your sweet little treat." Jack licked his lips, eager to finish off the girl. He yanked her face up close to his. "You really think your worthless dad is gonna save you? Don't worry, I'll be sending you to meet little Bobby soon enough." Humming a tune, Jack fetched a set of professional dissection tools and laid them out in a row on the ground. "Tsk tsk, my little sweetheart, let's start with your pretty eyes!" With that, Jack raised a sharp scalpel in his hand and moved it toward Sasha's bright eyes.