Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 151 Dead Soldier

As the blood flow began to slow, Lela squeezed the red stress ball tighter, urging the blood to gush more swiftly.

Dr. Watson removed the needle, and Lela pressed down on the wound, which promptly healed.

Releasing her grip, she slipped off her white lab coat and walked out.

Seeing Lela's nonchalance, Dr. Watson's face turned pale with fear. He quickly stored the blood bag in the refrigerator and rushed over with a sterile gauze pad, "Cicery, press down on this, will you? That was a large gauge needle. Aren't you worried it might bleed through if you just let go?"

Lela glanced at Dr. Watson, took the gauze pad from his hand, pretended to press it to the spot, nodded, and headed out. It was getting late, and she needed to get moving.

Lily had been waiting at the docks, her striking Western features accentuated by curly red hair, alluring and enchanting.

As Lela stepped off the cruise ship, Lily wrapped her in a warm embrace.

"Lady Phoenix, long time no see. You don't call, you don't FaceTime - that's cold," Lily said.

Mentioning cold-heartedness, Lela raised an eyebrow and immediately pushed Lily away, "I'm starving. Take me somewhere good to eat."

Lily fell silent. Lela had always had a ruthless streak.

But as she looked at Lela's beautiful face, any annoyance she felt melted away.

After their meal, Lily led Lela to the room she had booked in advance - the Presidential Suite with two bedrooms, perfect for looking after each other. Yet, as soon as they entered, Lela sensed something amiss. A menacing aura enveloped the room.

Lily felt it, too, and reached for her thigh, where she had a silver pistol tucked away.

Lela also reached into her pocket, pulling out a lipstick tube that transformed into a mini pistol when opened.

She had seen Violet before coming here.

Back-to-back, they proceeded into the room.

Suddenly, a curtain stirred, and a shadowy figure emerged, gun pointed directly at Lily.

In that instant, five or six figures dressed in black, their faces obscured, surged from within the room.

Lela's eyes narrowed, and she shoved Lily out of the way. With a lift of her hands, a red dot appeared on the forehead of the man by the curtain. He crumpled to the ground.

Witnessing Lady Phoenix in action for the first time, Lily was stunned by her speed. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes before she focused on tackling the three attackers on her side.

Lela quickly dispatched the man by the curtain. With a swift motion, she was in front of the two on the left. She pressed the button on the lipstick, turning it into a Swiss Army knife. A flick of her wrist and the blade slit one's throat, blood spurting out.

As onlookers spotted the commotion and moved to grab Lela, she raised an eyebrow and delivered a swift backward kick. The attacker staggered, dazed and slightly disoriented, stumbling a few steps back.

Lela took the moment of confusion to aim her lipstick gun squarely at him.

Five minutes later, Lela and Lily were sitting on the ground amidst the overwhelming stench of blood that permeated the room, enough to turn one's stomach.

Lily peeled back the mask from a man's face, revealing a sun symbol tattooed at his jawline. Her expression turned grim.

Lela caught on immediately. "They were after you?" she asked.

Without objection, Lily let out a cold snicker. "Guess they just can't let it go, even going as far as to recruit dead soldiers."

With a gesture of disdain, Lily flicked the mask away and gave the now lifeless man a spiteful kick. Dead soldiers, as they were known, had no identity. They moved across the world unnoticed, left unremembered; their travels were limited to skulking and smuggling. They served whoever paid them; loyalty was bought and sold in an instant. One moment, you could be their benefactor, the next, their victim.