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.

Sylvester advanced, his tall figure storming toward his uncle, his expression carrying a terrifying façade of the wickedness that lay just below the surface.

He held a girl in his arms, her face covered by a blanket which obscured her features.

Raymond glanced around in alarm at the approaching figure and shock 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 things go wrong?

The disturbingly bloody smell stirred the girl who shifted in Sylvester's arms. Her delicate fingers unconsciously scratched at his chest, showing signs of her slow awakening.

Sylvester lowered his gaze to look at her without lingering in the living room, carrying her through the crowd and heading upstairs.

Raymond watched Sylvester's casual appearance, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. It seemed they couldn't confront him head-on now.

Tiffany leaned in close to her husband's ear, nervously asking, "Raymond, what do we do now?"

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

Sylvester placed the girl on the bed, covered her with a blanket, then turned and headed downstairs.

As he descended the spiral staircase step by step with, his hands in his pockets and, head slightly lowered, an intense aura of 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 under this sight.

This nephew of his was incredibly ruthless, never showing mercy, even to family. That's why he had needed to bribe the Wolf Gang.

He needed a killer to deal with him.

Seeing his nephew sitting so casually, Raymond immediately put on a smile. "Sylvester, you found the Divine Doctor?"

Sylvester finally looked up, his amber eyes staring eerily, as he smirked." You suddenly seem to care about me a lot."

Raymond chuckled and rubbed his hands together nervously. "Of course, I want you to find the Divine Doctor so that you and Charlie can receive treatment."

Elvis, Ashlee, and Rachel didn't know how to react. As members of the renowned Gomez clan, they naturally hoped for a harmonious family without a need for violence.

"Is 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 his hand, and the head of his bodyguards brought the assassin's corpse over.

The body 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 take an interest in him?"

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

"Oh?" 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 room. "It seems Raymond is getting old and his memory isn't too good." His eyes darted back to his uncle." Do you need me to help refresh your memory?" With those words, the smile on his face instantly disappeared.

He raised his hand, and Michael grabbed Raymond by the hair, dragging his trembling form to kneel in front of Sylvester.

Michael never expected that the person planning to assassinate his friend would turn out to be a member of the Gomez family. He couldn't help but exert strength.

No wonder the boss asked him to use the assassin's phone to reply to the person who placed the order, claiming that it had been completed.

Now he understood. This was a trap to draw out the snake.

Sure enough, wasn't Raymond lured out tonight?

Michael was impressed at his forethought.

Sylvester lifted his foot and hooked Raymond 's chin, forcing him to look up. Not hearing any words from him, Sylvester grew impatient and stepped on Raymond's hand, crushing it slowly. Raymond, in excruciating pain, was sweating profusely on his forehead.

"I remember now!

Sylvester leaned slightly forward, his amber eyes sinister and icy.

Elvis and Ashlee had never seen Sylvester like this before; he was more terrifying than a demon, and it was daunting.

Recalling Charlie's condition, Elvis was instantly alert. He hurried over and anxiously said, "Sylvester, go check on Charlie first. He has been injected with something by Doctor Johnson and he may not have long to live." Sylvester's pupils contracted as, he glanced at Elvis, his gaze chilly.