Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 390 She Can't Die

Over at the square, there were already people watching.

It had been almost an hour, way too long.

Usually, it took about an hour to complete the 108-turn mountain road race and return.

Moreover, Joseph's last spring mountain road race record was 47 minutes; it couldn't possibly take this long.

People in the crowd had started whispering, and the discussions were getting louder, each person with their thoughts.

"What took those two so long? Could something bad have happened?"

"There are no lights on the mountain road but cliffs around. Could it be..."

Accidents with racers were common.

"I don't think so. With a beauty racing with him, Joseph didn't seem to take it seriously. As for why they haven't come back, maybe they're having sex out there." The crowd burst into laughter as if it was already a fact.

However, just as the person finished speaking, Charley grabbed his head and slammed him to the ground.

"Don't you dare say that again."

Pinned to the ground by Charley, the man received a storm of hard punches from Charley and snapped, "Is it wrong?"

"Say it again, and I'll rip your tongue out."

Charley thought, 'How dare he slander Lela! He is asking for trouble!'

It was James and Gilbert who pulled Charley away.

"Charley, let go. If you keep hitting him, he might die." Although Gilbert also wanted to rip out his tongue, it wouldn't be good to go to jail for such a disgusting man. Charley finally got up, stomped on the guy hard before leaving, took Gilbert's car keys, and walked towards his Pagani.

At the bottom of the mountain road cliff, broken car fragments and helicopter wreckage lay below, with the smell of gasoline permeating the air, carrying a pungent odor. Upon closer inspection, there was even a faint smell of roasted flesh.

When Alvin drove to the small road at the bottom of the mountain road, he found obstacles ahead, and the fire was burning fiercely.

He frowned; the car had crashed!

"These young people nowadays don't cherish their lives, only to seek thrills. Now look, the car is destroyed, and people are dead. How heartbroken their families must be." The mountain road, with its 108 turns, had always been popular with young people, and many raced on it.

Alvin wasn't surprised by this.

What puzzled him was why there was a helicopter there.

The helicopter wreckage had crashed into two luxury cars, lying in an extremely dilapidated state.

The smell of gasoline was everywhere, and there was even a smell of roasted flesh.

As for the smell, it was easy to understand!

People were dead here.

And it was quite a few.

Just as he was thinking of getting out of the car to take a look, he saw a bloodied woman crawling out of the wreckage.

Her movements were eerie and difficult.

There were even small flames burning on her.

Alvin marveled at her survival; what a strong will to live!

When they fell off the cliff, the car was too fast, and there was a helicopter attached above. With such explosive force and destruction, Lela once thought she was going to die. But she couldn't. She still had Sylvester. She couldn't die, absolutely no.

Lela used all her strength, clawing at the forest soil with her hands, ignoring the sharp stones piercing her.

She knew she had to leave here alive.

Alvin was actually ready to turn around and leave, but Lela's tenacity was terrifying. He had never seen someone so determined to live.

This stirred a ripple in his hardened heart.

Seeing Lela struggling, Alvin sighed, opened the car door, and walked towards her.