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?"

filled the room. Overwhelmed by this giant, with his mere 5'7" height,

remained silent, Michael couldn't bear it any longer and delivered

forcefully smashed his head into the ground, eating a mouthful of dirt. He looked particularly miserable. "Even if you kill or torture

up the upper half of his body and struggled to maintain eye

at the pitiful Max, as if looking at an

a smirk,

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.

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

suffer more. Tell me about

from his throat, "You... can't hope

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

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

was wrong and

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

Skya; the same was

I should have known he might do

He