Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 8 You Bastard

The scent of blood was strong and pungent. Rachel, who had never witnessed a murder and was pregnant, covered her mouth, feeling nauseated.

The bodyguards quickly came in, swiftly dragging the corpse away, while the servants nervously approached, mopping up the blood from the floor with a trembling hands. Finally, they sprayed air freshener to mask the remaining odor before considering the task complete.

Elvis hugged Rachel gently, patting her back to comfort her.

Raymond chuckled.

With the removal of his elder nephew and what remained of his brother's children on the verge of death, Raymond would be in charge from now on.

He sneered at his younger siblings, "Ashlee, if you want to send them to the hospital, go ahead."

His casual tone chilled their hears in fear.

Ashlee tightened her clenched fist resolutely. No, nothing bad could have happened to Sylvester and Charlie with certainty. She took a step forwards to announce the same when an echoing tone interrupted, seemed half mocking and half smiling.

"How lively."

The words were ice-cold, piercing through everyone's ears, devoid of any warmth, and mixed with an inexplicable cruelty. Much like Ashlee's entrance in their family home, everyone froze and turned to look outside to see a crowd approaching.

Geoff and Michael, each accompanied by a team of bodyguards, rushed in, splitting to surround the bodyguards already inside. The two tall me remained at the doorway, bowing respectfully towards the entrance as their boss and friend approached.

uncle, his expression carrying a terrifying façade of the wickedness

her face covered by a blanket which

clouded his expression. Didn't the Wolf Gang's assassin deal with him? How did this little bastard Sylvester survive, only to appear here instead? Where did

Her delicate

to look at her without lingering in the living room, carrying her through the crowd and

in the room.

ear, nervously

worry, we will have

her

staircase step by step with, his hands in his pockets and, head slightly lowered, an intense aura of pressure surrounded him, sending

incredibly ruthless, never showing mercy, even to family. That's why he had needed

killer

sitting so casually, Raymond immediately put on a smile. "Sylvester, you found the Divine

staring eerily, as he smirked." You suddenly seem to care about me

want you

how to react. As members of the renowned Gomez clan, they

the Divine Doctor, but I did find someone else while searching." Sylvester raised his hand, and

and covered in dirt, but clearly lifeless. Raymond's face turned dark as he observed the lifeless form. Sylvester stared at Raymond and sighed, "The Wolf Gang's killer for hire. It turns out his marksmanship is only

and he forced a smile uglier than crying. "Sylvester, you must be joking. How could I

and index finger. Raymond's eyes were drawn to the jewelry denoting his leadership of the Dragon Gang. Sylvester spoke to the room. "It seems Raymond is getting old and his memory isn't too good." His eyes darted back to his uncle."

the hair, dragging his