Chapter 344

Dmitri's face drained of color, his hands trembling uncontrollably. "P-Please, don't! I'll call him right now!"

Evelyn tilted her head, intrigued by his reaction. "What's in that syringe?"

When Dmitri hesitated, she feigned another jab toward him. He flinched violently, nearly choking on his words. "W-Wait! It's—it's a drug!"

Her expression darkened instantly. With a swift movement, she planted her boot on his chest, pressing down just enough to make him wheeze. "You're still trafficking this filth?"

"Ah—!"

Dmitri coughed violently, blood splattering onto the floor. His mind raced in frustration. Why does this always happen to me?!

"N-No, it's not ours! Our employer gave it to us! He said... he said you'd obey us if we injected you with it!"

More blood spilled from his lips as he hacked violently.

Evelyn's laughter was sharp, devoid of warmth. "Obey you?"

Her entire aura shifted—cold, predatory, like a demon emerging from the abyss. The glint in her eyes promised violence.

"Please, spare me! I don't know anything! We were just hired hands! And—and we never even got the chance to use it on you—!"

Dmitri's pleas dissolved into desperate sobs, terrified she might snap his neck without warning.

She's just a woman. How is she this terrifying? The reality was worse—three grown men, all incapacitated without a fight. Evelyn had complete control.

"H-Huh?!"

Dmitri's wail was loud enough to rouse Ivan from unconsciousness. Groaning, he shifted, the blanket slipping off his head. Then—silence.

His single eye widened as he took in the scene before him.

What the hell happened here?

"Finally awake, are we?"

Evelyn's voice dripped with venom as she turned toward him.

When she had first entered, he had been the one eager to plunge that needle into her. No—he had wanted to do far worse.

"Since you're conscious now, I'll let you enjoy this little gift." She stepped over Dmitri, advancing toward Ivan with deliberate slowness.

Ivan remained frozen, his mind struggling to process the situation. Then, his voice cracked. "What did you do to my men?!"

"Bro, I—I couldn't speak for a while," Dmitri groaned, clutching his throat.

"Couldn't speak?"

Ivan had never heard of such a thing. He pieced together that Dmitri meant he'd been rendered mute.

But how? How did one woman take down all three of us? She silenced Dmitri, beat Viktor half to death— His thoughts scattered as the syringe inched closer.

"Ms. Evelyn, let's—let's talk this out!"

Ivan pressed himself against the bedframe, breath ragged. He knew exactly what was in that syringe. One dose, and his life would be over.

Their gang had indulged in every vice—gambling, women, even violence—but never drugs. That was a line they never crossed.

"Fine. I do want to talk." Evelyn's tone softened, her demeanor shifting to something almost gentle. "But your friends weren't very cooperative. You, however, seem smarter. Call your boss. Let's make a deal, shall we?"

She smiled sweetly, the picture of innocence. No one would guess the monster lurking beneath.

Ivan hadn't witnessed her brutality firsthand—but Dmitri had, and he still couldn't reconcile the woman before him with the demon who had dismantled them without breaking a sweat.