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.

eyebrows, Sylvester said, "I won't be at my best if anyone

vying for affection and wanted

door and saw the bloodthirsty jealousy in Jonas's eyes, which

by this big guy, so let them fight

made his selection, and others began to take action as well.

swiftly dodged to his side and

Stan was momentarily stunned.

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

hurriedly covered Stan's mouth, muffling

from the wooden house. The people outside thought it was just an

the little brat is quite capable, able

me want to try him too. I wonder if Stan's novelty has worn off.

give us anything? We better choose what

his lips, gripping his

this! Stan that! What

defeat Stan in a one-on-one fight, Stan wouldn't have gained

a comrade patted him and said, "Jonas, don't think too much, let's wait

grabbed a

...

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

and a hand firmly holding 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 be no more than ten years

appearance, Sylvester sneered. Raising his hand, the knife

face and body, darkening his

entire wooden house, making Stan nauseous. He convulsed in pain, his

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

try next? Your neck? They say that cutting the major artery will make blood spray up to the ceiling. Do you