Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 168 Flora Dragged Away

Lela's eyes locked onto Flora's, who had just rushed out. Flora's complexion was ghastly pale, a bruise evident at the corner of her mouth, and half of her face appeared swollen as if from a blow. Her bloodshot eyes and her sickly gaunt expression revealed clear malice upon closer inspection. Frantic, with her clothing askew, the scratches on her smooth shoulder were unmistakable. Lela was shocked.

Flora had never expected to encounter Lela here, her complexion turning ashen.

"Lela, you need to get out of here," Flora thought desperately.

John was a monster, and he wasn't alone in there. Flora couldn't bear to think of what might happen if they saw Lela.

Flora took a step toward Lela, but her movement halted as her hair was viciously yanked backward, throwing her off balance.

Lela clenched her fists and dashed toward the corridor where Flora was.

Seeing Lela approaching, Flora's eyes grew wide with urgency, and she mustered all her strength to shout, "Go, run!"

In an instant, Flora was dragged back inside. The door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

Inside the room, John carelessly threw Flora onto the couch, leaving her in disarray. Two other men emerged from the bathroom, still fastening their pants, exuding an unsettling aura of brutality.

Observing the roughly handled Flora, one of the men commented, "Trying to escape once more, huh? John, you gotta admit she's not bad, just too disobedient. Look what she did to me."

John's gaze was dark and menacing as he stared at Flora slumped on the couch. His hand swung out, delivering a hard slap across her face, accompanied by a barrage of curses spilling from his lips. "Do you think you can run from me just 'cause I step out to take a leak? Disobedient wench."

"You wench, planning to run? Go ahead, keep running," he taunted as he leaned over her, while the two other men in the room bursting into boisterous laughter.

Flora struggled weakly, her eyes hollow, the will to survive seemingly drained from her.

"Mom, I guess I'll never see you again," she thought despairingly.

Lela was at the door now, her mind reeling from the scene she had stumbled upon moments ago, and a sense of danger for Flora washing over her.

Her eyes were bloodshot with rage. She drew back her leg and, with pent-up force, kicked fiercely. At that moment, Sylvester's bodyguard appeared, carrying a big bag of exquisitely packaged food, and he looked puzzled. "Lela, what are you doing outside this room?"

The bodyguard had been stationed at the door but had been called away to fetch a meal for Lela. Upon his return, he didn't even have the chance to react as Lela snatched the pistol holstered at his waist.

The high-stakes gambling event was over, and naturally, bodyguards had their weapons returned to them.

Before the bodyguard could even understand what happened, Lela had his gun; she deftly disengaged the safety and fired a shot at the door lock.

With a loud "bang," the recoil jolted the web of her hand, and the door lock shattered. Holding the gun firmly, Lela kicked the door open and stepped into the hotel room.

A scene of utmost fury unfolded before her eyes-three naked men standing by Flora.

Lela's eyes rimmed with red; she leveled her gaze at the scene before her, then raised the gun and fired-"Bang, bang, bang"-their legs were all hit, and the room instantly filled with agonized wails.