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.

be at my best if anyone else is in the room. It bothers me if there's

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

and saw the bloodthirsty jealousy in Jonas's eyes, which mirrored the brightness of

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

action as well. Young Sylvester knew he had

swiftly dodged to his side and drew out the knife at Stan's

Stan was momentarily stunned.

Sylvester had severed the tendons in Stan's left hand,

covered Stan's mouth, muffling

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

brat is quite capable, able

he makes me want to try him too. I wonder if Stan's novelty has worn off. Can he give us some

Stan give us anything? We better choose what we like

Jonas pursed his lips, gripping his hands

Stan that! What

fight, Stan wouldn't have gained any fame

bad mood, a comrade patted him and

held his breath and grabbed a boy directly on

...

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 pieces or throw

firmly holding him, he couldn't break free. His strength was the

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

sprayed onto Sylvester's face and

blood filled the entire wooden house, making Stan nauseous. He convulsed in

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

neck? They say that cutting the major artery will make blood spray up to the ceiling. Do you want to give it a