Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 37 Prologue I

Michael actually felt somewhat regretful. They hadn't needed to be so aggressive from the start, they could have just restrained the people inside and later claimed those goods for themselves. But the boss disagreed and insisted on blowing

up the base.

What did he say back then?

"Am I worried about this small amount of inventory?"

Michael was taken aback at the time. After all, the Lord's personal wealth was enough to rival a nation, so why would he worry about this?

However, Michael was a bit puzzled. "Sir, why did Ironfist Holding Center publicly disclose information about the Wolf Gang this time?" When did Ironfist Holding Center become so high-profile?

Sylvester picked up his glass, took a sip, put it down, glanced at Michael, and spoke, "I'll teach you a lesson: killing doesn't always have to be done personally."

Wolf Gang members in Pliar were very cautious, making it difficult to find handles on them. By blowing up their base this time, although it was pleasing to the public, it also meant destroying the evidence of their crimes. It wouldn't be easy to sentence every single person involved. Ironfist Holding Center had a renowned reputation, and Sylvester didn't want to tarnish it because of a few ants.

Only by exerting pressure through public opinion, letting the public understand how despicable the Wolf gang was and revealing the presence of such a huge cancer in their own country, could they stir up public anger. The government of Pliar wouldn't directly impose the death penalty then, thus preserving the reputation of Ironfist Holding Center and being able to eradicate the influence of the Wolf Gang in Pliar, and serve as a deterrent to others.

It was a win-win situation, and he wouldn't even get his hands dirty. This was the highest level of killing.

Michael pondered the words coming from his friend's mouth, somewhat understanding but not fully comprehending. He only knew that this time, his Lord wasn't as crazy and bloodthirsty. If it had been before, those who wanted to go against the Gomez would have been personally dealt with. He'd have instructed his men to torture and kill everyone, just like what happened to Jonas and his self-proclaimed army in the northern part of Klievoria.

After leading the boys to become formidable, the boss was the first one to take on the militia in Klievoria. He did to Jonas what Jonas had planned for them.

He watched as his subordinates cut off their hands and feet, then skinned them alive, while keeping them alive with drugs, forcing them to watch as they were tortured. Eventually, their eyeballs were gouged out, then their bones were crushed and turned to ashes, which were scattered into the river, feeding the fish and shrimp. Truly, nothing was left behind.

Sylvester glanced at Michael and shook his head. "By the way, did Ashlee have anything unusual yesterday?"

boss had doubts, it meant

before preparing to attack the Wolf Gang, he had sent someone

he received were that nothing unusual

didn't return to the mansion but went straight back to

narrowed his eyes slightly

came at the door and the butler popped his

Sylvester, Mr.

"Send him in."

Trenton came in wearing a simple outfit, he was here to

by the forensic doctor at Ironfist Holding Center, and the bodies, along with the toxins, have been sent to the Greafury City

the others in the Wolf Gang, according to the proposed policy discussed by the Central City Prosecutor's Office and the International Law Firm, Ironfist Holding Center's maximum-security prison has decided to

organization the boss wanted to deal with. Who in the

night. I suspect that the highest-ranking

that person is, they wouldn't willingly walk into

carefully consider our approach. For

him. "Do I need to give you orders for such matters? Since no one from

have to come down to dig things out of the

"Understood."

embrace. On the side, Trenton watched this scene in shock. She was so audacious!

second, Trenton Salazar was

beside Master Sylvester before, let alone someone so intimate. Ignoring the gazes of others, Lela snuggled into Sylvester's embrace and looked up at him, gently

bastard, I'm hungry,"

her actions. "Hungry?" he asked. Lela nodded. She wanted

a cold glance at the butler waiting nearby, his tone devoid of the

even doing? Breakfast isn't ready