Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 37 Prologue I

Michael actually felt somewhat regretful. They hadn't needed to be so aggressive from the start, they could have just restrained the people inside and later claimed those goods for themselves. But the boss disagreed and insisted on blowing

up the base.

What did he say back then?

"Am I worried about this small amount of inventory?"

Michael was taken aback at the time. After all, the Lord's personal wealth was enough to rival a nation, so why would he worry about this?

However, Michael was a bit puzzled. "Sir, why did Ironfist Holding Center publicly disclose information about the Wolf Gang this time?" When did Ironfist Holding Center become so high-profile?

Sylvester picked up his glass, took a sip, put it down, glanced at Michael, and spoke, "I'll teach you a lesson: killing doesn't always have to be done personally."

Wolf Gang members in Pliar were very cautious, making it difficult to find handles on them. By blowing up their base this time, although it was pleasing to the public, it also meant destroying the evidence of their crimes. It wouldn't be easy to sentence every single person involved. Ironfist Holding Center had a renowned reputation, and Sylvester didn't want to tarnish it because of a few ants.

Only by exerting pressure through public opinion, letting the public understand how despicable the Wolf gang was and revealing the presence of such a huge cancer in their own country, could they stir up public anger. The government of Pliar wouldn't directly impose the death penalty then, thus preserving the reputation of Ironfist Holding Center and being able to eradicate the influence of the Wolf Gang in Pliar, and serve as a deterrent to others.

It was a win-win situation, and he wouldn't even get his hands dirty. This was the highest level of killing.

Michael pondered the words coming from his friend's mouth, somewhat understanding but not fully comprehending. He only knew that this time, his Lord wasn't as crazy and bloodthirsty. If it had been before, those who wanted to go against the Gomez would have been personally dealt with. He'd have instructed his men to torture and kill everyone, just like what happened to Jonas and his self-proclaimed army in the northern part of Klievoria.

After leading the boys to become formidable, the boss was the first one to take on the militia in Klievoria. He did to Jonas what Jonas had planned for them.

He watched as his subordinates cut off their hands and feet, then skinned them alive, while keeping them alive with drugs, forcing them to watch as they were tortured. Eventually, their eyeballs were gouged out, then their bones were crushed and turned to ashes, which were scattered into the river, feeding the fish and shrimp. Truly, nothing was left behind.

Sylvester glanced at Michael and shook his head. "By the way, did Ashlee have anything unusual yesterday?"

Michael didn't understand why the boss would suspect Ashlee, but since the boss had doubts, it meant that Ashlee must have been up to something unspeakable.

Just before preparing to attack the Wolf Gang, he had sent someone to track Ashlee as ordered by the boss.

However, all the replies he received were that nothing unusual had happened.

"Not as of yet. Ashlee and Elvis went to the cemetery yesterday to arrange Raymond's ashes. After that, they didn't return to the mansion but went straight back to her apartment in Central City. During that time, no suspicious individuals approached her."

Sylvester narrowed his eyes slightly but did not say anything.

A knock came at the door and the butler popped his head in to report.

"Master Sylvester, Mr. Salazar is here."

"Send him in."

In no time, Trenton came in wearing a simple outfit, he was here to report on the work he had recently completed.

"Master Sylvester, the body has been autopsied by the forensic doctor at Ironfist Holding Center, and the bodies, along with the toxins, have been sent to the Greafury City Pharmacological Research Institute."

"As for the others in the Wolf Gang, according to the proposed policy discussed by the Central City Prosecutor's Office and the International Law Firm, Ironfist Holding Center's maximum-security prison has decided to execute all of them." "Okay.” Sylvester smirked, this was the outcome he desired.

Michael snorted coldly on the side, this was the organization the boss wanted to deal with. Who in the international arena would dare to intervene?

"There has been no activity around the base since last night. I suspect that the highest-ranking leader of the Wolf Gang won't show up."

No matter how foolish that person is, they wouldn't willingly walk into a trap.

"As to capturing the person behind the scenes, we should carefully consider our approach. For the remaining goods that weren't destroyed, should we submit them or...?"

Sylvester glanced at him. "Do I need to give you orders for such matters? Since no one from above is coming, we'll keep them for ourselves."

Michael thought to herself that someone from above would have to come down to dig things out of the boss's pockets.

"Understood."

As the conversation began to wind down, Lela descended from above wearing a white princess pajama dress and jumped directly into Sylvester's embrace. On the side, Trenton watched this scene in shock. She was so audacious! Daring to jump directly into Master Sylvester's embrace without fear of being struck.

But the next second, Trenton Salazar was stunned. Heavens, this girl is too beautiful.

As he regained his senses from the stunning appearance of the girl, Trenton couldn't help but wonder who she was. He had never seen any women beside Master Sylvester before, let alone someone so intimate. Ignoring the gazes of others, Lela snuggled into Sylvester's embrace and looked up at him, gently caressing her little tummy.

"You bastard, I'm hungry," she mimed.

With Lela nestled in his arms, Sylvester lightly chuckled at her actions. "Hungry?" he asked. Lela nodded. She wanted to eat lots of delicious food.

Sylvester cast a cold glance at the butler waiting nearby, his tone devoid of the gentleness he had with Lela.

"What is the chef even doing? Breakfast isn't ready at this hour?"

The butler jolted, feeling helpless. It was barely morning; breakfast was never prepared this early. However, the butler dared not say much. He had already been scolded enough since yesterday and was trembling inside. "Master Sylvester, I will go and urge them right away."

In the kitchen, the chefs hastened their preparations upon hearing the butler's words. They only wanted to finish this breakfast as quickly as possible.

It wasn't until all the breakfast was served and Lela began eating happily that Sylvester's expression improved.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke," he said, not eating himself but instead taking care of Lela.

Lela scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it to him without hesitation. Sylvester ate it without hesitation as well.

The two completely disregarded the gazes of others, engaging in affectionate activities that could make others envious.

Trenton Salazar turned his head and quietly asked Michael, "What's going on?"

Michael looked conflicted. Everyone was asking him this question, and he didn't know how to respond.

Should he say that Miss Lela is a Mutant? No way. As for being the boss's girlfriend? He was afraid the boss would strike him.

Charlie came down and, upon hearing the conversation, whispered, "Trenton, this is my brother's girlfriend, Lela."

Very good, he won't be the one getting beaten up. But how could he not know that Miss Lela was Sylvester's official girlfriend? How did Charlie know?

Trenton stared on in shocked silence.

Why is he so unbelieving?

But watching the intimate way that Master Sylvester and that girl behaved, Trenton quickly came to believe it.

After careful consideration, it's better this way. He no longer needs to speculate about whether his friend Sylvester is frigid. With that, he messaged the last of the boys that escaped with them from Kielvoria, Burl Cain.