The couple was too absorbed to notice someone coming in, and they gradually moved into the bathroom. Eleanor Hollis found some clothes inside to put on, wrapping up her wounds to prevent more blood from spilling; only then did she put on another layer, otherwise it’d soon be soaked, and she’d be found out. She had just finished all this when she heard noises in the bathroom, suggesting that the two were about to come out. She quickly bent down, her face drained of color, and hid behind a single-seater sofa. "Darling, not again, I can’t take it anymore." The woman said sweetly, approaching the single-seater sofa. Eleanor’s heart trembled, and she curled up as much as she could. Her hands and waist were covered in cuts from glass, and this posture made her wounds split open again; she could almost feel the blood flowing once more. Fortunately, before the woman reached the single-seater, the man grabbed her, pulling her back, and they rolled back onto the bed. Seizing this chance, Eleanor quietly opened the door and slipped out. As soon as she stepped out, she straightened her waist, trying not to let others know she was injured. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Loud noises erupted outside, likely because someone noticed her disappearance and was searching for her everywhere. Suddenly, she didn’t dare to leave anymore; it seemed that hiding in the previous room was the best choice. But as soon as she turned around, she saw the man who had hit her before rush into the room, seemingly searching for her. Eleanor quickly lowered her head, forcing herself to walk forward. Soon, she reached the dance floor, blending into those still dancing, which meant even if they were looking for someone, it would take some time. The entire bar was locked down; she originally wanted to leave but saw girls attempting to exit being pushed back, then having their faces pinched tightly for examination. Eleanor hurried back into the corner, hiding behind the curtains. The bar owner didn’t want to affect business, so instead of stopping the revelry of the crowd, he ordered a detailed search among the people. Curling up, Eleanor didn’t know when the curtains in front of her might be lifted. There wasn’t a window behind the curtains, just decorations, so there was no window to escape from. "Not this one, take a closer look, it’s something the boss just bought, cannot let anyone escape." She heard the man’s voice getting closer, and she couldn’t help but hug herself tightly. Yet, they didn’t lift the curtains; she heard footsteps pass right in front of her, and her heart nearly leapt into her throat. A sudden loud noise erupted outside, plunging the bar into a frenzy of screams. Eleanor didn’t dare look out, just curled up even tighter. Lan Yancy was holding a gun, pointing it at the people inside, his face cold. The few people who were still checking weren’t happy; who dared to challenge them on their turf? "Brat! Get out quickly; do you know who’s backing us?! If you dare shoot, you won’t have a place in Breyburn City anymore!!" Lan Yancy almost shot without hesitation, the gun barrel still smoking; the man instantly fell to the ground wailing, the deafening music stopped, and everyone quickly squatted in place, holding their heads, afraid to speak. The bar’s bodyguards also emerged with guns, shooting in the direction of Hugo Quinn and Lan Yancy. Suddenly, the place was filled with gunfire. Such a small bar could actually hide so many weapons. Clearly, the business here was more than it seemed; no wonder that man was so arrogant just now! More and more bodyguards flooded into the bar, and the sleazy middle-aged man appeared, having heard someone was causing trouble in his bar, which he couldn’t believe. Everyone knew who backed him, yet upon arriving at the chaotic scene, he shrieked aloud. "Kill them! Damn it!" No one had dared to challenge his authority in a long time. He stood smugly behind a group of bodyguards. Hugo’s eyes flickered, quickly approaching that side, eliminating a few bodyguards around the middle-aged man before seizing him, pressing the gun against his temple instantly. His voice was icy, like it came from hell. It was the first time the man was threatened by someone else, scaredly waving his hands. "Quick, stop! Stop it now! Do you want to see me dead?!" The man immediately cowered, and the bodyguards who were still shooting quickly stopped their actions. Eleanor didn’t know what was happening because her head was too dizzy, likely from losing too much blood. The wound on her waist also seemed to be bleeding uncontrollably; maybe she really was going to die here. She held the curtain tightly, her hand left bloodstains directly on it, and she heard a voice from outside which sounded very much like Hugo’s, but it couldn’t be. This wasn’t Serenford, how could Hugo find his way here? Her vision grew dimmer, finally collapsing in the corner, losing consciousness. "I want to find her; hand her over at once, otherwise—" Hugo placed Eleanor’s photo in front of everyone, pausing before taking it back. The man remembered the girl because he personally set the price today. She looked nice, and her skin was fair, just the kind these men favored most nowadays. His lips were trembling, body rigid. "That... that girl was indeed in the bar earlier, but she’s already escaped. I’m still searching for her in the bar." Hugo glanced at Lan Yancy, signaling him to search. The surrounding bodyguards put down their guns, bending down and holding their heads tightly. But no matter how thoroughly the place was searched, they still couldn’t find Eleanor. "Boss, I found this." Lan Yancy brought a bloodstained piece of clothing, placing it in front of Hugo. Hugo’s gaze landed on the clothing, recognizing it as Eleanor’s. Upon seeing the amount of blood, his aura turned icy instantly. The middle-aged man was tightly restrained by Hugo, knowing if he nodded, he wouldn’t survive this. "No... no, really not, I don’t know what the blood’s about either." The middle-aged man slowly fell, a bullet hole in his temple. Those around shook with fear, wanting to scream but had to hold it in. "Keep searching. If you can’t find her, blow this place up." His tone was indifferent, gaze lingering on Eleanor’s clothing amidst all that blood, pondering where she could be now, If anything happened to her, he didn’t know what he would do... Blood was dripping from Eleanor’s body, flowing out from behind the curtain.