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?"

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

the scar-faced man remained silent, Michael couldn't bear it any longer

smashed his head into the ground, eating a mouthful of dirt. He

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

the pitiful Max, as

a smirk, "Quite

himself up again, he was forced down. His left cheek smashed forcefully onto the ground, causing blood to flow

help but be shocked by the immense strength of Sylvester. Those around had already experienced the astonishing power

no use to me. It will only make you suffer more. Tell me about the

trembled and croaked from his throat, "You... can't hope

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

"Th-the rumored Master Sylvester is indeed... not overrated. But you can't... pry

sensed something was wrong and hurriedly said, "He wants

almost the same as the speed at which Michael spoke, but it was still too late. Sylvester's face turned

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

I should have known

not your fault. He had already bitten into the