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."

suddenly rose, a chilly edge to it she

too gory for

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

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

escape. Now, they begged for mercy. "Please spare us. We

in, desperately pleading, sobbing uncontrollably. Ruthlessly brutal in doing evil, they turned into cowards at the slightest threat to

people. She took a deep breath, a devilish grin curling her lips. Her slender finger hooked around the

in relief, thinking their lives

bribe, make a deal, and once they were

common assumption, believing Lela remained

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

intended for them to endure inhuman torture