Blood dripped to the ground from a long, gruesome gash on Sylvia's cheek, sending shivers down one's spine.

Sylvia clenched her red lips, bearing excruciating pain in silence.

Lucas licked his lips and remarked, "You're quite captivating, even with your lovely face nearly ruined. You remain composed!"

He extended his tongue and ran it over the open wound. "The blood of beauty is sweet, but this isn't enough."

With the dagger in hand, he caressed Sylvia's cheek, saying, "Vee, believe me, I truly love you."

He made a second and then a third cut on her face.

Eric was already outside the door.

The boxer assumed defensive stances to block his attacks. Eric's eyes were ablaze with fury. All he cared about right now was Sylvia's safety, and he wanted to get to her side as soon as possible.

He charged at the boxer, and the latter furrowed his brow deeply. Eric's attack was lightning-fast, and he closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

The boxer could tell the attack was power