Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 119 Even Beast Fear the Strong

Lela cradled Big White's head in her hands, looking into his eyes with disapproval. "Big White, you can't be doing that, you can't just pounce on people you see." Sensing the sternness in Lela's voice, Big White's deep blue eyes shimmered. With a whine, he lowered his head, the picture of dejection and reluctance. His hefty paws scuffed the grass below.

Lela, realizing she might have been too harsh, pressed her forehead against Big White's and softened her tone. "Big White, I know what happened in the past has left you distrusting humans, but not all people are bad. Take them, for example. Cicery has always been under their protection. They're just like you, trying to keep Cicery safe."

"The days of the Holy Light Tribe are gone; we're living in a world of modern civilization now. I want to protect you, to help you thrive in this new world. I want you, Big White, to be there for Cicery always. Do you understand?" "From now on, Big White, you can't attack people on a whim, okay?"

Lela's gentle voice soothed Big White's inner turmoil, bit by bit.

After a long moment, Big White let out a soft "woof-woof," as if to acknowledge Lela's words.

Lela rubbed her cheek against the fuzz of Big White's head, whispering, "Thank you for understanding, Big White." Then her voice turned icy, her gaze sharp, "But rest assured, those who have wronged you will pay through Cicery's hands, blood for blood."

Master Sylvester Gomez had been watching from a distance. He walked past Mildred Gomez and Goy Gomez, muttering a scathing, "Foolish morons."

Then striding over to Lela, he scooped her up, shooting Big White a fierce glare, "Had enough hugs?"

As if her man didn't exist?

Lela: "..."

Mildred Gomez: "..."

Goy eyed Mildred, "I think he was talking to you."

Mildred spat out with stifled rage, "Raymond, for the love of God, be human."

...

Tourist carts streamed in one after another, with Josh Fudge's leading the pack.

Big White couldn't help but stand up abruptly, eyeing the incoming vehicles with hostility. Lela kept her gaze on Big White, murmuring, "Big White, be good, listen to Cicery." On the side, Victor's laughter could be heard.

"Ha ha ha, what a rich haul today."

Victor draped his arm around Flora Harrison as they stepped out of the car, looking refreshed and vibrant. In contrast, Flora's face was ashen, and she looked like she might pass out at any moment. Josh Fudge flung open the door, his combat boots hitting the ground first followed by his scowl framed in the crisp air.

He had combed through the woods several times without catching sight of the elusive white lion.

Damn it!

Someone had snatched his prize possession.

He had barely steadied himself when something caught his eye, and he gaped in shock.

The white lion!!!

The affluent crowd emerging from the tour bus stood dumbstruck, staring at the white lion beside them, faces drained of color.

"Holy crap! The white lion's right here!"

"Who brought it into a populated area?"

"Is this the time for questions? Run, you idiots!"

Victor didn't hesitate to let go of Flora Harrison and bolted.

In a moment of panic, the group scattered in every direction, each person trying to escape the chaos.

Big White glanced at the panicked fools with disdain.

Josh Fudge kept his cool.

Seeing Master Sylvester Gomez standing next to the white lion, he pieced everything together. His anger dissipated; this was the gold mine he meant to present to Master Gomez, and now, it seemed fitting that events unfolded in his favor. Approaching Master Gomez with caution beyond the white lion, Fudge forced a servile smile. "No wonder I couldn't find this beast; Mr. Gomez has already captured it."

"Mr. Gomez, you have impressive skills. Even the fiercest creatures fear a true alpha."

"This gold mine is rightfully yours, Mr. Gomez."

Master Sylvester Gomez, embracing Lela, wore a cold smile. "I'm not interested in your gold mine. Why not gift me this white lion instead? I find it rather intriguing."