Darian had become more cautious. Lilah had a knack for unleashing her formidable power in critical moments, so he knew to keep his distance.

"Go to hell!" Lilah merely sneered, swiftly dispatching the first black-clad man who lunged at her. The man was caught off guard and sent stumbling backward with a hard blow.

"Watch out!" Miranda warned in a low voice.

"I am fine." Lilah shot Miranda a reassuring glance. "As your elder sister, I won't let anything happen to you."

Her voice was calm and rough, yet it carried an unmistakable sense of reassurance.

Miranda's expression softened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

But then she relaxed, realizing that Lilah's intelligence and strength were as profound as ever.

"Oh, so you two really are sisters! No wonder you look so alike. If I'd known, I would have had you both serve me together," Darian said, lounging back, his eyes filled with lust.

"In your dream!" Lilah seized the opportunity to kick a man in black. Her strike sent him crashing directly onto Darian, who hit the floor with a jarring thud. It was a two-for-one blow.

Darian's head struck the sofa with a resounding smack. The pain made him gasp as he instinctively touched his head and felt the warmth of blood trickling down.

"You're courting death, you filthy bitch!" Suddenly, Darian sprang to his feet, his face contorted with rage. "You pathetic losers! How could you fail to subdue a drugged woman? What value do you even have?"

At his command, the men in black surged forward, their eyes blazing with renewed determination as they rushed toward Lilah.

Weakened and struggling, Lilah spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her condition had deteriorated significantly, and she was no longer able to mount any serious resistance.

"Lilah!" Miranda's voice quivered with anguish as she watched her sister's plight, feeling a deep pang of sorrow.

Lilah's heart warmed at Miranda's concern. She wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve and managed a reassuring smile. "I'm okay. Don't worry."

But before she could react further, she was forcefully pinned to the floor.

"Since you clearly don't know what's good for you, you're going to serve all these men," Darian sneered viciously, gripping Lilah's hair.

In a sudden burst of strength, Lilah launched herself at Darian, attempting to strangle him.

Caught off guard, Darian was thrown to the floor. He tried to fight back, but Lilah's iron grip on his neck was suffocating him, nearly choking him to death.

Unfortunately, the effects of the drug quickly took hold. Lilah's strength waned, and her grip soon loosened.

Feeling his neck with trembling fingers, Darian slowly rose to his feet, gasping for breath. It took him a moment to recover his composure.

"Bitch, bitch..." Darian slapped Lilah's face with a forceful strike.

She fell to the floor, looking pitiable, like a drowned rat.