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.

advanced, his tall figure storming toward his uncle, his expression carrying a terrifying façade of the wickedness that

her face covered by a blanket which obscured

the approaching figure and shock clouded his expression. Didn't the Wolf Gang's assassin deal with him? How did

shifted in Sylvester's arms. Her delicate fingers unconsciously scratched at his chest, showing signs of her slow

his gaze to look at her without lingering in the

the tension in the room. It seemed they couldn't confront him head-on

ear, nervously asking, "Raymond, what do we

kept a calm gaze and said, "Don't worry, we will have to just wait

the bed, covered her with a blanket, then turned and

pressure surrounded him, sending chills down people's spines. He sat on the sofa, reclining slightly, casually resting his hand on the armrest, causing Raymond to tremble

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

a killer to deal with

so casually, Raymond immediately put on a smile. "Sylvester, you

up, his amber eyes staring eerily, as he smirked." You suddenly seem to care about

"Of course, I want you to find

Ashlee, and Rachel didn't know how to react. As members of the renowned Gomez

that so?" Sylvester continued to smile and sighed lightly. "Unfortunately, I couldn't find the Divine Doctor, but I did find someone else while searching." Sylvester raised

was dressed in black, with an marred face, 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 so-so. Why did you

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

Sylvester nodded, still relaxed. He habitually twirled the dragon ring on his left hand with his right thumb and index finger. Raymond's eyes were drawn to the jewelry denoting his leadership of the Dragon Gang. Sylvester spoke to the

by the hair, dragging