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?"

Overwhelmed by this giant, with his mere 5'7" height, Max was having a

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

smashed his head into the

he propped up the upper half of his body and struggled to maintain

Max, as if looking

smirk,

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

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

no use to me. It will only make you suffer more. Tell me about the person behind you, and

from his throat, "You... can't hope for that." The

Max's upper body, making him face him. "You do have some courage. But those who challenge me, Sylvester, usually don't

not overrated. But you can't... pry open my... mouth

something was wrong and hurriedly said, "He wants

at which Michael spoke, but

way back from Skya; the same was true for the sniper who had been assassinated.

I should have known he

not your fault. He