Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter115 Negotiation

"I do, a little," Lela admitted to Master Sylvester.

Master Sylvester Gomez didn't say much, a shadow of concern fleeting across his eyes, followed swiftly by a command. "These things are dangerous. I don't want you messing with them anymore, you hear?" With that, Master Sylvester tossed the gun to Mildred, who was trailing behind, and drove his car around Josh Fudge's stalled vehicle, heading deeper into the forest.

Lela was bewildered that Master Sylvester didn't probe any further but decided it was best to keep her mouth shut.

...

Inside his car, Josh Fudge tossed his gun aside, irritation written all over his face.

"What's going on here?"

His subordinate stuttered out a reply, "Mr. Fudge, it looks like we blew a tire."

Fudge glanced at his man in the rearview mirror, his look as venomous as a snake's. "What are you waiting for then? Get on the phone and call the crew!"

The subordinate, not wanting to be literally thrown to the beasts, quickly fumbled for his phone, hands shaking.

...

in the underbrush, licking at a wound on its hind

it was a single shot, the tungsten shell would

the primary weapon

close range, the weapon wasn't deadly,

worst, but some of the scattered pellets had

seeped out, staining the

presence drawing

White, I know it's you,

herself into Big White's arms, holding him tight, her eyes

his car, Mildred Gomez witnessed the scene and felt as if he'd been dealt the most severe blow of his life. Pointing at Lela, his eyes wide with shock, fingers trembling,

Gomez harbored a deep discontent, feeling a bloodthirsty urge swelling within him. His long fingers were wrapped tightly around the silver

seeing Lela's joyful expression, his fingers gradually relaxed, forcefully suppressing

Damn.

Annoying as hell.

watch for any predators. If anything approaches, take it

previously ghostly pale, took up her weapon and scanned

soft bundle in its arms-it was its beloved

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it was a mix of