Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 104 The Hunting Game (Part 2)

Before long, Josh Fudge's men had brought in over a hundred shotguns. Known for their formidable firepower and high accuracy at close range, these shotguns were a devastating choice for the contest.

With firearms transactions now standardized, private individuals with proper documentation and a clean background could indulge in shooting sports at designated ranges, though the cost was steep.

Trenton picked up a Model 09 18.4mm shotgun and inspected it with a wry smile. "A fine collection Mr. Fudge has here. The cheapest of these goes for three thousand dollars, and he's brought out a hundred. Quite the display." Josh Fudge chuckled and loaded a shotgun with tungsten alloy cartridges, firing a shot into the prairie with a resounding boom.

"It's nothing," Josh Fudge said modestly, putting away the gun. "My collection is modest compared to Ironfist Holding Center."

Burl shook his head, considering the comparison to Ironfist audacious.

Trenton, brandishing the shotgun, asked, "So, how do we play this game?"

Josh Fudge took the microphone, addressing the crowd. "In ancient times, emperors hunted on horseback. Today, we'll use sightseeing vehicles for safety. How about that?"

An objection came from the crowd. "What about the animals' bodies? How will we count our kills?"

Josh Fudge responded, "Carrying the entire carcass is impractical. Each hunter will have a bodyguard to decapitate the animal and bring back the head as a trophy." Lela frowned at the callousness.

Victor, arm around Flora Harrison, smirked in agreement.

Lela caught Flora's smile and, uncharacteristically, returned it with a slight nod.

Sylvester, noticing the exchange, pulled Lela's attention back. "Why smile at her?"

Lela was already a magnet for men; now women seemed drawn to her too.

"You're only to smile at me," Sylvester stated possessively, his glare sharp enough to make Flora turn away.

Mildred, witnessing the exchange, felt tense. Sylvester's protectiveness was clear.

After Josh Fudge's explanation, he turned to Sylvester. "What do you think, Mr. Gomez?"

Sylvester, who had been playing with Lela's fingers, responded with a nonchalant air. "You go ahead. I'll stay with her."

Josh Fudge reassured, "The vehicles are sturdy, impervious to even the fiercest bite, and spacious enough for companions."

But before Sylvester could answer, a roar erupted from the prairie, drawing all eyes below.

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