Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 239 Like a Poor Injured Little Beast

Trenton grew up in a military camp and became the top leader of the Ironfist Holding Center. Although he couldn't do it without Sylvester's promotion, it was also related to himself. He had been through all kinds of storms to reach this position.

Seeing the girl in such a fierce manner, who looked quite menacing, he couldn't help but chuckle at a situation he hadn't encountered in many years.

Looking at the hand that had been sucked by her, which already turned white, he felt somewhat helpless. Well, what threat could a very fierce little girl pose? They were now trapped in this cave and needed to figure out how to get out. Trenton sat on the ground, looked up, and saw the thick fog gradually dispersing.

When the little girl found that he didn't see her as an opponent, she flashed a cunning look in her eyes.

Just when Trenton wasn't paying attention, the little girl suddenly pounced on him.

But as she pounced on Trenton and was about to bite his neck, she felt a heart-wrenching pain under her feet.

The girl's face instantly turned pale. "Ouch."

She was hungry and in pain.

Her once cunning eyes suddenly became watery and moist and were full of grievance.

The pain prevented her from biting, and as she pounced on Trenton's tall figure, the excruciating pain made her sob. She looked like a pitiful, injured little beast.

Just as Trenton raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a fluffy white figure pouncing towards him. Before he could react, the little one had already wobbled and landed on him, emitting a sobbing cry. He felt sorry for her.

This stirred up his military instinct to protect her.

He pondered, 'This child, who appears from nowhere, is stranded in this cave alone.'

He lowered his head and looked at the girl's feet, where a trap had caught her, and her fair ankles were oozing thin streaks of crimson blood.

Just looking at it made one feel the pain.

Let alone a little girl. Even if it were one of his soldiers under his command, it would be unbearable to be like this.

Helplessly, he flicked her head. "You're in this state and still not behaving yourself. It serves you right."

After a moment of thought, he knew she was just a child. He decided not to argue with her.

The girl, after being flicked, stared at him fiercely and made a fierce, animal-like sound from her abdomen.

Trenton came from the Salazar family, three generations of which were in military service. In Central City, he mostly interacted with exquisitely dressed socialites and ladies, some of whom even approached him. He was used to the group of overly dressed and exaggerated women and had long been aesthetically fatigued, so he never gave them a second glance.

This was the first time he had seen someone so naturally beautiful.

But her habit of occasionally emitting animal-like sounds had to change.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, ruffle her little head, and say, "Child, don't be like this. Remember that you are a human, not an animal."

Upon hearing this, the girl stiffened.

"Human! I'm a human! How long had it been since I was treated like a human last time? And how long had it been since I last saw such a pleasant-smelling human?'

But even in the face of humans, she dared not let her guard down. After all, their entire clan was wiped out years ago. She thought, 'Wasn't it done by seemingly well-dressed and good-looking humans like him?' Moreover, for so many years, every time a human saw her, it was always with eyes full of desire, which made her feel disgusted.

The girl stared vigilantly with her bright, big eyes and dared not move, as any movement would cause pain in her foot.

What should she do?