"Let them step inside the room," Nicole commanded.

“Enter, all of you."

The eight men made their way into the VIP room. Once they were inside, Nicole locked the door from the outside and deliberately broke the keypad.

Lowe found himself admiring her tactical moves.

Nicole then guided Lowe toward the underground garage where she had parked her motorcycle.

As they approached the elevator, they encountered a woman in distress.

Her face was smeared with blood, her lips swollen, and her body bore the marks of a prolonged assault.

Blood gushed from her mouth as she continued to whimper and plead, “Someone, please, help me, help me..."

Such incidents were not uncommon in these types of establishments.

Nicole's main goal was to exit the club without any complications.

She needed to leave the club safely.

The wounded woman clung to Nicole's legs, pleading desperately, “Please save me. Don't leave me behind..."

Witnessing her battered state, Nicole couldn't bring herself to forcefully shake her off.

"Save me, save me, save me..." The woman's tremulous cries persisted.

Unable to turn a blind eye, Nicole nudged Lowe into a corner of the elevator and reached out to pull the woman in.

But as her hand made contact, a sudden force yanked Nicole downward.

The woman's sorrowful facade vanished as she brandished a shattered bottle, aiming a vicious stab at Nicole's throat.

Nicole acted swiftly, lifting her arm to fend off the strike. The bottle sliced through her arm, and blood gushed forth immediately.

The sound of the knife in Nicole's grip clattering to the ground echoed in the room.

Lowe wasted no time in rising to his feet and dashing outside. He then bellowed down the hallway, "Damn it! Come here now!"