Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 400 A Member of the Illusionist Guild

He stood at the door, looking pissed, with teeth marks on his chin.

Alvin blinked, "What happened to you?"

Dominic gritted his teeth, "We went to check out that helicopter and ran into the Illusionist Guild. This wound? Courtesy of a woman from their Winds of Fury Team."

He didn't buy Patricia's story, but he was sure she couldn't hurt him. Then, suddenly, Patricia leaned in and bit his chin. He was totally thrown off.

In the Arnold Assassin Team, he went through all kinds of training, even got injected with aphrodisiacs and had women sent to his room, but he always kept his cool. But this time, he felt a sudden jolt in his chest.

His grip loosened, and Patricia got away. This was bad news.

Alvin raised an eyebrow at Dominic's angry face, "How do you know they're from the Illusionist Guild?" Alvin spoke, then walked into the room.

He flopped onto the sofa, reclining a bit, his cigarette hand resting on the armrest. With a flick of his finger, ash fell into the ashtray.

Dominic followed, speaking respectfully, "Since you secretly returned to Pliar country, there have been several clashes between the Arnold Assassin Team and the Illusionist Guild over cargo. It's only natural for rival organizations to have conflicts, and we don't feel wronged about losing to the Illusionist Guild. Through these incidents, we've gained some understanding of them."

No wonder Alvin didn't know.

Alvin thought for a moment, "But why would the Illusionist Guild get involved in this?"

Dominic shook off the weird feeling, clenched his fist, and said coldly, "I think the Illusionist Guild wants to grab or destroy the helicopter wreckage. But with the Greafury city police around, they didn't dare make a move. The one who hurt Lela is probably from the Illusionist Guild."

Alvin heard this but didn't say anything.

After a bit, he said, "Keep an eye on the Illusionist Guild."

He had a bold hypothesis in mind, but upon further reflection, Lela was just an adult.

She could be a Mutant, with no way to protect herself and no choice. But the idea of her being a member of the Illusionist Guild was unthinkable to him.

What was the Illusionist Guild? It was a massive organization that combined intelligence gathering and assassinations, ranking among the top in the international scene.

She was only eighteen, so young.

The thought of her killing someone...

He didn't dare to imagine.

But if the people on that helicopter were from the Illusionist Guild, then the Arnold Assassin Team and the Illusionist Guild were definitely at odds.

Dominic nodded, "Arnold, should we keep digging for the truth?"

Alvin took a drag of his cigarette, "Pliar country is strict about checking outsiders. The mastermind behind that helicopter will be found out sooner or later. You guys should lay low for now; the truth will come out." Dominic nodded, turned, and respectfully closed the door as he left.

The room went quiet again.

Alvin looked at the cigarette between his fingers and frowned, thinking, 'Why am I smoking again? Lela hates the smell.' Without a second thought, he tossed it away.

Then he squinted, thinking. 'How does Lela know I'm her uncle?'

At Dragon Manor, Lela felt like she was dreaming. She dreamed Sylvester had come back, standing by her bedside, smiling gently at her.

In her dream, Sylvester lifted her gently and whispered, "Darling, let's go home."