Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Philip cradled a glass of wine, taking a small sip before glancing at Sylvester on the screen. He smiled. "I bet he'll win."

Martin looked at Philip with a disapproving expression, clearly unhappy. "Are you that sure?"

Sylvester was nothing but good-looking.

He was also very arrogant.

Martin believed a man's most important quality was having a gentle personality.

Philip glanced at Martin upon hearing this. "Yes. I've never misjudged a person before."

Though first displeased, Martin grinned as soon as he heard this. He even reached out to shake Philip's hands. "Dear, I will take that as a compliment." Lloyd felt so speechless watching them.

Meanwhile, on the screen.

Sylvester strode out of the elevator.

The second floor looked like an ethereal garden, with flowers blooming everywhere and filling the air with a delightful fragrance.

In the middle of the garden was a circular flower bed made of flowers.

It was indeed worthy of its title, the Divine Doctor Association.

Sylvester sauntered towards the center of the flower bed, his eyes darting around cautiously. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Would those old men let Sylvester off so quickly?

At that moment, faint smoke began to waft around the garden. This smoke differed from ordinary smoke as if it could bewitch one's heart. Sylvester smirked. Was the test coming? He held his breath and tried to minimize inhaling the smoke.

Sylvester didn't think that these old men would kill him. So, this should be a test.

"Sir, the purpose of life is to enjoy pleasure. Why don't you make love with me?"

Sylvester looked towards the source of the voice, only to see a woman lying on the large circular flower bed in the center. She was Mary Smith.

Mary's figure was graceful and her eyes were filled with allure. Every movement she made was irresistibly seductive.

Besides the circular flower bed, four or five women wore white gauzy garments. They held harps in their hands, playing seductive melodies.

Sensuality wasn't about revealing clothing but Mary's allure.

The women of the Divine Doctor Association were not comparable to ordinary women from the outside world.

As Sylvester's eyes fell upon them, a flicker of bloodthirsty ruthlessness crossed his gaze.

He glanced at the infrared camera in the ceiling corner, a smirk gracing his lips. "That's your best shot?"

They used women to deal with Sylvester.

They were courageous.

Martin sneered as he watched the scene from the top floor. "This is the Divine Doctor Association's enchanting witchcraft. I don't believe he can resist it."

If Sylvester couldn't resist, Martin would immediately go up and kill him.

Philip watched the scene unfold silently.

The music gradually intensified and the fragrance became more robust. However, Sylvester still stood there. His body was resisting the effects of the drugs and the music, but his face showed no signs of it. Sylvester even found the place boring.

A woman leaned over and whispered to Mary, "Miss Smith, he seems unaffected."

No one had ever been able to resist the Divine Doctor Association's aphrodisiac and the sound of the harps.

Mary raised an eyebrow. Philip had her test Sylvester, but Sylvester seemed indifferent to Mary's attempts.

Just as Sylvester was about to leave, Mary approached and stopped him.

"Sir, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Sylvester suppressed the discomfort in his body and frowned at Mary. "Get lost!" Sylvester's voice was laced with anger.

Mary smiled. Sylvester was not unaffected. He was struggling.

The enchanting witchcraft, the music, the drugs of the Divine Doctor Association, and the seductive Mary, no man had resisted any of them.

However, Sylvester was no different from an ordinary man.