Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 35 The Boss is Redemption

At this moment, Jonas was holding onto the six-year-old child, who only knew how to cry. Angered, Jonas cursed and wanted to scold the boy's mother. Then Sylvester quickly walked over and with a cold tone said, "I've severed Stan's tendons in his hands and feet. If you want to seize power, it's now or never."

Upon hearing this, Jonas abruptly halted his rough movements. He turned his head and looked at little Sylvester with a fierce and distrustful gaze, seemingly wanting to devour him. Sylvester shuddered. He swore that when he got out of here he would find a chance to gouge out these people's eyes.

"Kill that little bastard for me!" Stan's furious voice came from inside the wooden house, causing everyone outside to stop their actions.

The subordinates who entered afterwards stared in shock at this scene, and a voice of astonishment echoed, "Stan, how did you become like this? Your hands and feet..." "Catch that little mongrel."

Sylvester raised an eyebrow. "Opportunities are limited, and once lost, they're gone forever. Stan is not an easy man to deal with. If he recovers, you'll still have no position." Jonas stared at Sylvester in shock.

Sylvester laughed. Immediately, Stan's men rushed out of the wooden house and headed towards Sylvester. Jonas stood in front of Sylvester, flexing his muscles.

Yoko looked at Jonas with a complex expression and said, "Jonas, what are you planning to do? Stan said he wants to settle this little brat."

Jonas glared at Yoko with a sinister smile. "Frank, take care of him." Frank was Jonas' man. In an instant, Jonas gathered a large group of people.

Yoko quickly realized, "Oh no, Jonas has betrayed us." He quickly ordered the people behind him to prepare for a fight.

"Attack!" Jonas cried. "After we chop off Stan's head, I will make our state inferior to none, superior to thousands."

The Klievoria State Triangular Region has been fighting against the government army year-round, fighting for territory to establish a new country with its own sovereignty. However, they are wild and untamed, only seeking to profit without paying taxes under the jurisdiction of the Klievoria State region.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with artillery fire, gunfire, and roars.

Sylvester picked up the six-year-old boy, walked towards Michael, held his hand, and shouted to the boys amidst the fighting, "Follow me closely!" The other boys were also smart. Upon hearing this, they quickly avoided the fight and ran towards Sylvester.

One of the self-defense soldiers noticed and swung his large knife towards one of the boys. Sylvester set down the person he was carrying, picked up a stone, and threw it at the soldier.

Just as the soldier's knife was about to land and he prepared to draw his gun, Sylvester rushed over like an arrow and kicked him forcefully. The soldier fell, his arm broken. Sylvester grabbed the fallen boy and again turned to run. The battle was intense, and the defensive soldiers were completely occupied and couldn't catch the children. Michael, led by Sylvester, carried the six-year-old boy on his back and led a group of boys in their escape from that hellish place. But how could they easily escape the Klievoria State Triangular Region?

The surrounding area was covered in jungle, filled with poisonous insects, fierce beasts, and swamps. Some children accidentally fell into the swamp, some were bitten to death by venomous snakes, and crocodiles ate others after falling into the river... Others, young Sylvester personally rescued from the same dangerous conditions, but too many were too young to resist the forces of nature. Sylvester repeatedly saved them from danger with his exhausted body, and later, with his own two hands, he buried the bodies of those little boys who had died during their journey.

As a result, out of the twenty little boys that left the camp, only six of them made it to safety.

After a difficult journey through the rainforest, they arrived at a rural village. They were happy, but in Klievoria, a place with generally poor economic conditions, no one could help them.

They went to the local police, but nobody paid them any attention.

In order to continue surviving, little Sylvester did any job he could find. He went into the underground fighting arena and fought in illegal boxing matches. Every match was a fight to the death, where one careless mistake meant death. He was basically exchanging his life for money on a near-daily basis.

At that time, the boys admired Sylvester's abilities, but when they later considered his age, it was unbelievable that he was only ten years old at the time.

Later, some people tried to take advantage of his young age and ignored the rules of fair play. They felt insulted because of the presence of such a young contender, so they refused to pay him.

Little Sylvester couldn't stand it and attacked, but he was surrounded by dozens of fighters. Even though he was formidable, how could a small body withstand the attacks of several dozen adults? When Michael found him, he was barely conscious and on the brink of death.

They didn't have any identification documents, so the hospital refused to admit them. The boys had to use all the money they posessed to find a clinic that would treat him.

Later on, when Sylvester woke up, the five brothers paid their respects, but singled him out and made him their leader. While they waited for him to heal, they would eat well when they had money, and sleep in the hallways when they didn't.

The closer the boys became, the more in common they discovered. Each was an orphan or runaway, found on the streets or in a welfare institution by the militiamen and without any parents to look for them.

They initially thought that Sylvester had also come from a welfare institution, but later found out that he had parents. However, while he'd been struggling to survive on the streets, his parents left behind a younger brother and departed from this world. He didn't dare to seek help from his family because the person who sold him into captivity could very well be someone from within the family.

And then, after many years of effort, the group of six became feared internationally.

No one dared to provoke them, all because of that courageous little ten-year-old boy. Thinking of this, Michael's eyes began to mist, and his hands trembled slightly.

If it weren't for their boss, where would they, the five brothers, be?

It was because they were accustomed to the darkness that they each hated being in the dark, and they had an extremely strong stress response towards bloodshed. Their boss was like that as well.

Everyone believed that their boss was ruthless and showed no mercy in his actions, but that was because someone had always brought it upon themselves by foolishly angering him.

To them, their boss was their light, their redemption.

Lela looked at Michael's trembling hands, her face looking very pale.

She turned and walked upstairs.