Wolves, Maces, And Blood

Chapter 4 Baby Girl, I’ll be Your Daddy

According to the investigation data provided by the middle-aged general, after Cecilia gave birth to her

daughter, the child took her surname.

And her name was Phyllis Moore!

That was to say, the crying little girl who were surrounded by those little boys and being bullied and

humiliated at this moment was Sean Mason’s precious daughter!

Bang!

It was as if a silent thunder burst through his body, and the dark energy was released uncontrollably.

Within 10 meters of Sean Mason, garbage fluttered, the floor creaked underfoot, and the glass of the

hotel door cracked. The faces of the two hostesses standing at the door of the hotel changed, and they

felt cold and numb.

Outside the detention center, Sean Mason was unflappable and didn’t release his dark energy, even

when confronted by dozens of burly men.

And now, he couldn’t! He moved, and then the whole man disappeared in an instant into a shadow.

Tens of meters away, but he was there in a blink of an eye.

“You’re the bastards!”

“I have a dad. I have a dad. Mom said my dad was a super hero. He’s gone far, far away, but one day,

he’ll come back and beat all of you villains away!”

Sean Mason appeared silently behind the boys and heard Phyllis Moore’s stubborn voice.

Phyllis Moore was squatting on the floor.

Her face was covered with tears, but she did not reach out to wipe it. She raised her proud little chin,

and her eyes were as firm as her tone. It seemed that in her heart, she really regarded the father she

had never met as a super invincible hero.

She believed it, and she was proud of it.

“Pooh!”

The boys stopped, and one of them spat in Phyllis Moore’s face, rolling his eyes, “You’re the only idiot

to believe that kind of bullshit!”

The other boys, who seemed to take the lead from him, agreed.

“That’s right! And my mom said you were picked up by your mom.”

“Your dad must be dead.”

“Super hero? Do you really think you dad is superman?”

“Aha…”

Seven or eight little boys talked and laughed at her.

“Shut up! Take off your pants and piss her!”

The head of the little boys suddenly pulled open his pants and said proudly, “Didn’t you say you had a

dad? Didn’t you say your dad was a super hero? All right, shout it out. Will he say yes?”

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“Me, too!”

Laughing, these little boys scrambled to take off their pants.

But they were halfway there when they felt a sharp chill behind them, as if summer had turned into

winter. Everyone couldn’t help but shivered.

Except for Phyllis Moore, who was stuck in the middle.

Sean Mason was in control of his dark energy, and he certainly wouldn’t hurt his precious daughter.

“It’s so cold!”

“What’s going on?”

Shocked, everyone pulled their pants back up and turned to look at Sean Mason, who suddenly

appeared behind them.

Sean Mason was tall and muscular, with eyes as cold as a knife.

He stood there like a monster!

“Wow!”

How could a group of children under the age of ten resist Sean Mason’s cold eyes? Just one eye

contact, and before Sean Mason could speak, two of the boys were crying and three were flogging to

the ground as they tried to run.

“You, how could you…”

The leading boy quietly swallowed, winched his neck, and summoned up courage to ask, “Uncle, who

are you? Are you the help the little bastard sent for?”

Bang!

As he spoke, a line of bright red fingerprints appeared on the boy’s face.

“How dare you hit me?!”

The little boy put his hand over his face and said angrily, “Do you know who I am? Do you know who

my dad is?”

Bang!

Another slap!

A line of bright red fingerprints appeared on the other side of his cheek.

“You!”

The little boy covered his face with his hands and looked at Sean Mason with fear in his eyes. He

opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back, not daring to speak out in front of Sean Mason.

His tears poured out...

Originally, Sean Mason didn’t want to do anything to children.

But the boy at the head was different. Sean Mason immediately recognized him as the son of Isaac

Moore, whose photo and personal information were on the profile provided by the middle-aged general.

Lucas Moore, nine years old.

Speaking of which, Phyllis Moore was his cousin, but didn’t act like a cousin at all. Instead of taking

care of Phyllis Moore, he invited a group of friends to bully her.

And pee on Phyllis Moore in public?

He deserved to be hit!

It was a good thing he was only nine years old, otherwise a furious Sean Mason would have slapped

him to death.

“From now on, no one is picking on Phyllis Moore, you hear me?”

Sean Mason looked around, and said in a sharp voice.

The little boys looked at each other, afraid to speak, and one of them was so scared that he wet his

pants.

“Don’t waste your pee. You’re trying to pee, aren’t you? All right, hold him down, pee on him, and

whoever pees the most gets the 100 bucks…”

Sean Mason pulled out a hundred dollars and pointed at Lucas Moore, who was wiping his eyes.

“Anyone who doesn’t pee on him is his partner, and don’t blame me for being rude!” When there was

no response, Sean Mason added.

“I’ll do it!”

Either out of greed for money or fear of Sean Mason, one of the chubby boys bravely stepped out and

strode over to Lucas Moore.

“And me, too!”

“Me, too!”

One of the boys made the first move, and Lucas Moore was surrounded in a blink of an eye. Lucas

Moore turned pale for a moment and tried to escape, but where could he escape?

He was pinned to the ground by the boys in the same predicament Phyllis Moore had been in.

He that insulted another shall be insulted.

Sean Mason tossed a hundred dollars into the crowd. Then he walked over to Phyllis Moore, who was

in shock, and hugged her in his arms. “Phyllis, are you okay?” he asked, his cold face warming with

concern.

“Do you know me, uncle? How do you know my name?”

Phyllis was a good girl. She did not struggle, but looked puzzled and stared at Sean Mason with

twinkling eyes.

Sean Mason laughed, “I know you dad.”

“Really?”

Phyllis Moore lit up, then pursed her lips and snorted, “You are a liar. Mom said my dad is far, far away.

You can’t know him. I wasn’t born yesterday to be taken in by you.”

“Then how old are you?”

“I’m four years old. I’m not easy to fool.”

Phyllis Moore threw up her chin and looked proud.

“A four-year-old is very clever.”

Sean Mason reached out and scraped her small sully. With a warm smile in his heart, he said, “I’ll take

you to your mother, ok?”

“Okay!”

Phyllis nodded and asked, “Grandma wouldn’t let me in. I heard from my cousin that there was a big

bad guy who wanted to be my father. Uncle, you’re so good. You can help me fight those little bad

guys. And help me fight that big bad guy later, okay?”

“…”

Sean Mason’s face went black at the words. He turned and walked into the Emperor Hotel with Phyllis

in his arms. “I can fight anyone for you but your father,” he thought to himself.