Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Michael kicked at the ground in frustration. [Dammit, I can't believe that we didn't get anything out of him.]

Their assassin actually committed suicide by biting a capsule of arsenic between his teeth like some movie villain.

The bodyguard was startled, "The Wolf Gang's men? Have we done something to offended them?"

Michael's face fell as he murmured, "Their men always snatch other people's prey. Could they know about the Mutant?"

The bodyguard didn't understand what Michael was talking about. All he heard was trouble., It would be a huge problem if they couldn't find the mastermind behind this assassination plot.

"Michael, there must be someone pulling the strings behind this. If we don't catch the person behind it, we will be in deep trouble."

They knew Master Sylvester's temper, after all.

Michael snapped out of his thoughts and replied irritably, "If you have the skills to interrogate a dead person, I'm all ears."

The bodyguard sighed in frustration. Obviously he didn't have that ability. But if things went wrong, their days were numbered. "Michael, what are your orders?"

Michael had been with Sylvester for many years and remained calm and composed in such situations. He had a plan to begin cleaning up this mess. "Enough whining. First, bury the driver properly and appease his family. Provide financial support, and if there are children, ensure their education through university. As for the assassin's body...?"

Michael hesitated. Should they dispose of it like they had their previous adversaries?

At that moment, his phone buzzed. 'Sylvester Gomez' flashed on the screen.

["Try to bring the body back to Pliar."]

At least there would be no more questions regarding what to do with the body. Michael couldn't believe it. He wasn't surprised that this sniper's death would have been predicted by his friend. He'd had years of experience with death. Although he didn't know what Sylvester had in mind, he now had a superior's orders and called out the command. Just as he was about to join Sylvester's vehicle for the journey home, he paused to search the body. Deep in a pocket, he discovered a heavy cellphone, which he pocketed.

"The sniper's body should be brought back to Pliar." he directed

"Yes, Michael," the bodyguard immediately responded.

Once in the car, Michael took out the cellphone and handed it to the rear seat's occupant.

"Sir, it belongs to the Wolf Gang. I retrieved their communication device. Do you think they might already know about the Mutant? Balthazar said they were reliable, but reliable my ass. The Wolf Gang could find trouble from miles away." Michael was fuming.

"The Wolf gang doesn't know," Sylvester spoke up.

Michael was puzzled, "What? They don't know? Then why do all this?"

Sylvester glanced at Michael, who remained far too innocent for their line of work. He sighed

imperceptibly, hoping he had become more street smart over the last few years. Never mind.

"Check the communication records, restore erased traces, and respond to the person behind the contract."

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Sylvester's eyes. "Simply tell them that the mission is complete."

Michael immediately understood. It seemed that this time, the Wolf Gang was truly just a pawn. The boss intended to distract the real perpetrator with smoke and mirrors, luring the snake out of its hole.

What is one contract hit compared to the leader of the Dragon Gang? The boss truly is a god among men.

Michael quickly got to work on the phone and soon restored the deleted conversation.

[I heard you're a skilled sniper? Help me deal with someone. Money is no object.]

[Who?]

[Sylvester Gomez. He's currently on his way to Skya. Seize the opportunity and bring me his head.] [Sylvester!!! He's not an easy opponent. If I fail and end up in his hands, I'll suffer worse than death.]

[You're a renowned Wolf Gang assassin. Are you seriously afraid of Sylvester? Is this a joke?]

[Once payment is received, everything is negotiable.]

Reading the conversation, Michael chuckled coldly. They truly went to extremes by involving a Wolf Gang assassin. But with these tricks of theirs, they still think they can kill the boss? Absolutely delusional.

A bunch of idiots.

Michael pressed the keyboard a few more times, furrowing his brow. "Sir, it's a bit tricky to restore the identity of the individual behind this attempt on your life."

In other words, it might take some time for them to discover the person behind it all immediately.

Sylvester turned to the girl beside him and gently touched her soft face. "It doesn't matter."

"Ummm... Are you sure?" Michael was momentarily stumped, quickly deciphering the meaning behind his friend's words.

"It doesn't matter" didn't refer to the insignificance of finding the person behind it, but rather to Michael himself not needing to find the person behind it. In other words...

"Sir, you know who the mastermind is, don't you?"

Sylvester grunted, clearly unwilling to elaborate, but his tone revealed disdain.

Michael silently shed tears. He didn't possess his friend's mind, so he couldn't figure it out. But there probably weren't many people in this world who could know their master's whereabouts!

...

After spending the night in a nearby hotel, they finally reached Pliar.

To prevent any further incidents, Michael had arranged for a helicopter from the Gomez' headquarters to wait at the border.

The huge propellers roared, stirring up strong winds around them.

Geoff Gomez, dressed in a military uniform, approached while holding a blanket and earplugs, respectfully addressing Sylvester. "Sir."

Sylvester nodded slightly, accepting the blanket from Geoff and covering the sleeping girl in his arms. Then, he took the earplugs and put them in his own ears.

Carrying her, he boarded the helicopter. The sleepy little thing had already fallen asleep in his arms.

Geoff leaned in close to Michael and whispered, "Brother, is this the Mutant? Her delicate beauty truly stands out."

Michael nodded, a proud yet disdainful expression on his face. "Oh, Geoff, you should have seen it. So many people went crazy for her, and her price skyrocketed from ten million to fifty million. But can those suckers outsmart our boss? Not a chance. What a joke they were."

Upon hearing this, Geoff rubbed his nose. "How much did he spend?"

Michael waved his hand dismissively. "Not much, around one hundred million."

Geoff's mouth twitched.

Why did he feel like their master was the real sucker?

A Mutant? Are there truly mysterious things like that in this world?

He couldn't help but feel that their boss was acting in haste, seeking remedies out of desperation.

When the Second Young Master suddenly fell ill, causing some disarray in the boss's mind, he went on the hunt for any possible cure.