Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 32 Dominate the Assassins

As he watched the collapsed base behind him turn into ruins, his expression turned ashen. It's over, everything is ruined.

The Wolf Gang's operations in Pliar were destroyed in an instant. All their internal information was gone, and billions worth of goods vanished. But now was not the time for regret; he had to quickly escape from this heavily surrounded environment.

As he tried to stand up, his hand throbbed in pain. The 7-kilogram AK dropped to the ground. He frantically turned his head and saw a group of people wearing the distinctive uniforms of Ironfist Holding Center aiming their rifles at him. He froze in place, too afraid to make any move.

"You're all that's left of the Wolf Gang. You and nothing more."

A mocking voice came from behind the specially trained personnel of Ironfist Holding Center.

The combatants in camouflage quickly made way and Sylvester, wearing a dark trench coat, stepped forward, accompanied by Michael.

"Are you... Sylvester?"

It was the first time Max had ever seen this influential figure. Although he wore a mask and sunglasses, his overwhelming aura made Max unable to meet his gaze and almost want to bow down in submission. "Outrageous!" Michael roared angrily, "Do you think you can address Mr. Gomez so familiarly!?"

Max's legs trembled in fear from the roar, and he couldn't even manage his incapacitated right hand. But he was still the leader of the Wolf Gang's assassin division, and even under the threat of his life, he had to pretend everything was fine. He rapidly regained his composure.

Sylvester took steps forward, one by one, towards the scar-faced man. It was the first time the scar-faced man felt so helpless and at a loss when facing a powerful individual. "Tell me: who finances you?"

His voice was low and cold, a dominating presence that filled the room. Overwhelmed by this giant, with his mere 5'7" height, Max was having a hard time holding up.

As the scar-faced man remained silent, Michael couldn't bear it any longer and delivered a kick, "Still not talking?"

Max's leg buckled, falling to the ground. Unable to support himself with his right hand, he forcefully smashed his head into the ground, eating a mouthful of dirt. He looked particularly miserable. "Even if you kill or torture me, I wouldn't say."

Max was stubborn. Using his left hand, he propped up the upper half of his body and struggled to maintain eye contact with Sylvester.

Sylvester looked down at the pitiful Max, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

With a smirk, "Quite resolute."

In the next second, he restrained his smile and stomped harshly, causing the surrounding dust to swirl. Just as Max had managed to lift himself up again, he was forced down. His left cheek smashed forcefully onto the ground, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. It couldn't be more embarrassing.

Max could clearly feel the damage done to his lungs. He couldn't help but be shocked by the immense strength of Sylvester. Those around had already experienced the astonishing power of this man, as the senior leadership at Ironfist Holding Center had all endured his beatings during training.

"But this resilience of yours is of no use to me. It will only make you suffer more. Tell me about the person behind you, and I can make your death a little more pleasant."

Max trembled and croaked from his throat, "You... can't hope for that." The Wolf Gang would never betray their Queen.

"Hmph! Very well." Sylvester retracted his foot, crouched down, and forcibly lifted Max's upper body, making him face him. "You do have some courage. But those who challenge me, Sylvester, usually don't have a good ending. Since you won't talk, I'll start by cutting you."

Max suddenly laughed as he looked at Sylvester. "Th-the rumored Master Sylvester is indeed... not overrated. But you can't... pry open my... mouth because a dead man's mouth can't be pried."

Michael immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly said, "He wants to poison himself!"

The speed of Sylvester's actions was almost the same as the speed at which Michael spoke, but it was still too late. Sylvester's face turned dark, and he threw Max away and stood up.

Michael felt guilty since he had already noticed that once threatened, members of the Wolf Gang would poison themselves. He'd seen it on the way back from Skya; the same was true for the sniper who had been assassinated. But he still couldn't perceive it in time. Why did he always mess up at critical moments?

"Sir, I'm sorry. I should have known he might do such a thing."

Sylvester's face was gloomy. "It's not your fault. He had already bitten into the poison before speaking."

Making a last-ditch effort to play dirty, interesting. Trying to outsmart him? Max was already on the verge of death, the blood at the corner of his mouth was no longer bright red, but a dark shade that made one nauseous. Sylvester lowered his gaze and contemplated as he looked at the blood. Trenton Salazar quickly arrived from another direction.

"Master Sylvester," he caught sight of Max lying on the ground in an unrelenting position.

"A girl shouldn't be too skinny," said the housekeeper while Lela held a chess piece and glanced at Charlie.

Was she really skinny? Although she had only just reached adulthood, she had a good height and figure. She was thin in the right places and well-developed where she should be. Did he think he could trick her into eating?

No way. She would wait for Sylvester to come back and then they would eat together.

She shook her head, stubbornness evident on her face. The housekeeper thought to himself, ['Oh no, once Master Sylvester returns, I'll inevitably face a round of scolding.']

He had already been scolded once this morning. The housekeeper suddenly felt his heart couldn't take it anymore. Unfortunately, these two little troublemakers were not ones he could provoke. Charlie sat across from Lela, looking at the stubbornness almost overflowing from her face and asked, "Why aren't you going to eat?"

Lela looked at him and pointed at his chest as if to ask, "Aren't you waiting for your brother too?"

Did this little mute girl actually have such thoughts?

Lela nodded. A gust of wind blew, bringing a coolness and aroma she recognized as the everyday scent of the man she was growing to care for. Lela immediately stood up and ran towards the door.

Sylvester walked toward her against the sunlight, and Lela ran towards him with all her might, hoping to jump into his arms like she had previously. However, Sylvester dodged her, leaving Lela frozen in place as the light in her eyes faded.