Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 169 I don't like using guns; they're not painful enough.

Writhing on the ground, the three men clutched their wounded legs, casting up hateful gazes at Lela, eyes brimming with a malicious intensity that seemed poised to tear her apart. Flora lay motionless on the couch, her gaze still empty.

The bodyguard who followed her in was still holding the bag of food when Lela snapped at him, "Close your eyes."

He obeyed immediately, shutting his eyes tight.

Lela quickly ran over to Flora, grabbing a blanket to cover her and taking her hand, her voice trembling slightly, "Flora."

A single tear slid down Flora's cheek. She turned her head slightly, looking at Lela. The previously lifeless glint in her eyes sparked with a hint of light, "Lela, we need to get out of here. It's not safe." Bending down, Lela embraced Flora, her cheek gently brushing against Flora's, "Don't be scared, Flora. I'm here now. I'll make them pay."

Lela held Flora close for a while, letting go only when she felt the trembling subside. She commanded the nearby bodyguard, "Take Flora to my room."

Hesitation flickered in the bodyguard's eyes as he gazed at the three menacing figures on the ground. His sole priority was Ms. Lela's safety; he didn't concern himself with anything else. "Ms. Lela."

"Are my instructions not clear to you?" Lela's voice suddenly rose, a chilly edge to it she seldom displayed.

What was to come was too gory for Flora to witness.

With little room to defy her, especially given the incapacitated state of the three assailants with their legs rendered useless and three bullets still in his gun-not to mention Lela's impressive sharpshooting-he reluctantly nodded. Picking up Flora, he carried her away as instructed.

In the safety of the hotel room, the bodyguard gently laid Flora on one of the beds and promptly stepped out to call Mildred. Once they were all gone, Lela's hand reached for her pistol. Her gaze was sinister and distorted as she faced the three men.

John panicked immediately. Their legs were shot; they couldn't escape. Now, they begged for mercy. "Please spare us. We are begging you."

The other two joined in, desperately pleading, sobbing uncontrollably. Ruthlessly brutal in doing evil, they turned into cowards at the slightest threat to their own lives.

Lela had always despised such people. She took a deep breath, a devilish grin curling her lips. Her slender finger hooked around the gun's handle, but then, she abruptly fired three shots at the ceiling.

The men exhaled in relief, thinking their lives were spared for the moment.

They thought to show weakness, offer a bribe, make a deal, and once they were free, they planned to take care of this 'bitch'.

They all shared a common assumption, believing Lela remained unaware, yet she had already deciphered their intentions.

With a predatory smirk, Lela backed into the kitchen, casting the gun aside right before their eyes. She spread her arms, a gleam of malice in her eyes, and sneered, "I don't like using guns. It's not thrilling enough, not nearly painful enough for you."

She intended for them to endure inhuman torture before death.

After her chilling declaration, Lela disappeared into the kitchen. The terror in the men's eyes was palpable as they scrambled toward the door.

When Lela reemerged, she was clutching a kitchen knife. As the three struggled miserably toward the exit, her sinister laugh mocked their foolish attempts at escape.

She advanced toward them with a leisurely pace, each step heightening their sense of dread.

Upon reaching the hotel door, Lela loomed above them, and in a sudden movement, she crouched down, hoisting the knife high and bringing it down with a furious force. A hand was severed, spraying blood vividly across Lela's face and clothes, painting her as a demon from the pits of hell.

A horrific roar echoed through the hotel.