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.

...

the underbrush, licking at a

unlike regular firearms, didn't fire bullet cartridges but shells. Even though it was a single shot, the tungsten shell would burst into countless tiny pellets

primary weapon for apprehending suspects

fired at close range, the weapon wasn't deadly, but it was excruciatingly

but some of

out, staining the white

to his wounds, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence drawing near. Before he

know

holding him tight, her eyes welling up

most severe blow of his life. Pointing at Lela, his eyes wide with shock, fingers trembling, tongue almost failing him, he stammered,

feeling a bloodthirsty urge swelling within him. His long fingers

fingers gradually

Damn.

Annoying as hell.

for any predators. If anything approaches, take it down," he

ghostly pale, took up her

the soft bundle in its arms-it

hand. A

you listened closely, it was a mix of