Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 34 Give Me the Map

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. The onlookers sighed in admiration at his lovely appearance while the boys' eyes filled with respect. The other militia members mocked him for overestimating himself.

Even Stan halted his footsteps, staring at Michael as he turned around. He was astonished, staring at the ten-year-old boy who slowly stood up. To his surprise, there was a breathtakingly beautiful boy he had overlooked.

He was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter. Setting Michael down, he walked towards Sylvester. As Stan approached, he realized that this kid was about the same height as him, despite having a muscular build. He thought to himself, ["It should be more fun to play with the little one later."]

"You say you're more skilled than him, but how old are you? What skills do you have?" Stan asked, intrigued as he looked at the handsome and exceptional boy in front of him. Stan considered where this child had come from. Pliar truly produced outstanding individuals, both women and children, all unbelievably good-looking.

Sylvester raised his lips, his eyes clear as water, but upon closer inspection, one could see the hidden ruthlessness within his clear gaze.

"You'll only know if you try." Sylvester turned around, pointing his hands bound by rope towards himself, tilting his head.

"Untie me, I'm uncomfortable with my hands bound, and you won't be comfortable either."

His tone was bold, his actions audacious.

Hearing such words coming from a ten-year-old boy's mouth, Stan found the child piquing his interest.

Yoko instinctively wanted to stop them, but he knew about Stan's explosive temper. However, he thought, what waves could a ten-year-old boy possibly create?

Stan untied the rope, grabbing Sylvester's hand with his fat, sturdy palms and led him into the wooden house.

A cold shiver ran down Sylvester's spine, but he endured it, keeping his head lowered as he followed Stan inside.

Michael, without thinking, ran over and called out, "Big brother."

Stan thought this boy was also quite good, and with his other hand, he tried to grab Michael, but was stopped in the next moment.

"I won't be at my best if anyone else is in the room. It

this child was vying for affection and wanted to indulge him, so he pushed Michael

moment they entered the wooden house, Sylvester peered out through the door and saw the bloodthirsty jealousy in Jonas's eyes, which mirrored the brightness of the fluorescent

at the sight. Someone wasn't convinced by this big guy, so let them fight amongst themselves.

to take action as well. Young

as Stan lunged at him, Sylvester swiftly dodged to

Stan was momentarily stunned.

severed the tendons in Stan's left hand, causing blood to spray

covered Stan's

sounds leaked from the wooden house. The people outside thought it was just an intense "battle"

the little brat is quite capable, able to make

try him too. I wonder if Stan's

anything? We better choose what we

side, Jonas pursed his lips,

Stan that! What is he

one-on-one fight, Stan wouldn't have gained any

comrade patted him and said, "Jonas, don't think too

and grabbed

...

the knife against Stan's neck, his voice emanating from the depths of hell, soft and slow, carrying a hint of ruthlessness. "Ah, ah! Don't scream. Give me the map of this area, and I'll let you go." Stan gasped for breath, wishing he could tear this kid to

him, he couldn't break free. His strength was the greatest among the entire self-defense army, but now he couldn't escape. This little brat had incredible strength. He looked to

sneered. Raising his hand, the knife fiercely pierced Stan's Achilles

face

smell of blood filled the entire wooden house, making Stan nauseous. He convulsed in pain, his whole body

and feet." Sylvester put the knife back against Stan's neck. His voice, previously so clear and youthful, sounded

try next? Your neck? They say that cutting the major artery will make blood