Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 99 Darling, Can You Shoot?

Big White froze for a moment and slowly turned its head.

Within its profound blue eyes, there was astonishment. It hadn't made an error; it was indeed its little master. Roarrr!

Big White raised its head and roared, its deep blue eyes gradually moistening.

Lela covered her mouth, tears flowing like rain.

It was her Big White.

The Big White that had protected her with its life!

Sylvester looked at Lela crying uncontrollably beside him, feeling a strong sense of helplessness and crisis in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that he was no longer the only one in the little thing's heart.

Damn it!

What's going on!

Mildred, who was sitting behind, had already turned to stone.

Who could tell him what kind of fantasy plot this was?

A fierce white lion looking at his Miss Lela so affectionately and obediently...

What in the world is happening?

Sylvester pulled Lela into his arms, his sexy lips gently brushing against the corner of her mouth. "Little thing, no crying."

If she wanted to cry, she could only cry in his bed one day in the future.

The only person who could make her cry in this world was him.

Lela nodded. "Yes, I won't cry."

Big White had not yet been retrieved and, she couldn't afford to lose sight of the pressing issue at hand.

Sylvester smirked, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his hand. "Good girl."

Sylvester glanced up and raised an eyebrow at the white lion, clearly showing off.

The white lion stared fiercely at Sylvester, with a strong sense of displeasure in its eyes.

A silent confrontation between man and beast.

Just as Lela was about to go down and communicate with the white lion, a car came speeding from the other side.

Everyone in the sightseeing car was dressed uniformly in black suits, and each window was opaque from the outside, providing a clear view of the outside scenery from the inside but preventing anyone outside from seeing in. Only by lowering the car window could they see clearly.

In the distance, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of Josh Fudge, that refined scoundrel.

He raised the shotgun in his hand high and fired at the white lion.

Lela widened her eyes, but before she could scream, she heard a gunshot.

The sound unique to a shotgun exploded in the air.

Just when Lela thought things were irreversible, Big White, as if sensing the imminent danger, leaped into the depths of the forest at the sound of the gunshot. Josh Fudge slapped the steering wheel abruptly, his eyes filled with intense frustration.

Damn it!

I was so close to getting it.

He then closed the car window, slammed on the gas pedal, and chased after Big White.

Lela saw Josh Fudge's unwavering determination to catch up, her eyes filled with a strong murderous intent.

She rolled down the car window, raised the silver firearm in her hand, and swiftly disengaged the safety latch with deft movements.

A series of rapid "bang, bang, bang" noises ensued.

In the distance, all the tires of Josh Fudge's sightseeing car burst.

It was impossible to drive anymore.

Sylvester looked astonished at Lela beside him.

He promptly seized the firearm gun and expressed his disapproval, saying, "This thing is dangerous. Where did you get it?"

Lela let Sylvester take the gun and then turned her gaze towards Mildred behind her.

Mildred screamed internally.

Sylvester cast a cool glance at Mildred, saying, "Alright, alright, Mildred."

"... My lord, it really wasn't me. You have to believe me."

Lela nodded, "Hmm, it wasn't her. I took it from her pocket."

Mildred quickly looked at her master, distancing herself, "See, I told you it wasn't me who gave it to her."

Miss Lela, could you please clarify everything at once?

You almost had her thrown to the savage beasts because of this.

Sylvester ignored Mildred and thought about Lela's swift shooting action just now for a moment. He then smiled and said, "Darling, can you handle a gun?" Chapter 99 Big White, Does It Hurt?

Lela didn't hide it, "I can handle it a little, Master Sylvester."

Sylvester didn't say anything, but a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes.

He then said, "This thing is dangerous. Children like you shouldn't touch it again."

Sylvester threw the gun to Mildred behind him and drove past Josh Fudge's car, heading deep into the forest.

Lela was puzzled why Sylvester didn't continue asking, but after some thought, she chose to remain silent.

...

Josh Fudge sat in the car, threw the gun aside, and his eyes were filled with displeasure.

"What's going on?"

The subordinate hesitated and said, "Mr. Fudge, it seems like the tires burst."

Josh Fudge looked at the subordinate through the rearview mirror, his gaze as venomous as ever. "Then why the hell are you just standing there? Call the staff!"

The subordinate, fearing being thrown to the savage beasts, quickly took out his phone, hands trembling.

...

At the deepest part of the forest, Big White lay in the grass, its tongue lolling out.

The head licking the wound on its hind leg.

The shotgun, unlike conventional firearms, did not have a barrel for bullets but rather a barrel for shells. Although single-shot, the tungsten alloy shell would shatter into countless small particles upon firing. The country M once considered shotguns as the primary firearms for capturing criminals.

As long as the distance wasn't too close, this gun wouldn't be lethal, but it would inflict unimaginable pain.

Just now, Big White had managed to dodge, but the scattered small particles still hit it.

On its hind leg, there were scattered traces of blood permeating outward.

The white fur was stained with crimson.

Just as it was licking its wound, suddenly, it felt a familiar scent getting closer and closer. Before it could even stand up, a soft touch pounced into its embrace.

"Big White... Big White, I know it's you, I'm Cicery."

Lela dove into Big White's embrace, holding it tightly, her eyes immediately turning red.

Sitting in the car, Mildred witnessed this scene and felt the most intense shock of her life.

She pointed at Lela, her eyes filled with fear, her finger trembling, her tongue quivering, "Si... sir!"

Sylvester's eyes expressed strong displeasure, feeling a surge of bloodlust wanting to emerge from within him.

His slender hand tightly gripped the silver pistol.

But when he saw Lela's joyful expression, he slowly relaxed his fingers, forcibly suppressing that surge of bloodlust inside him. Damn!

Really annoying.

"Why waste words? Keep an eye on the surroundings. Once there's any other beasts approaching, shoot them all."

Mildred had no choice but to put away her expression that resembled seeing a ghost and looked around with the gun in her hand.

Seeing the softness in her embrace, Big White finally had no doubts.

This was its little master.

It extended its tongue and licked Lela's hand.

A sob came from its abdomen...

Listen closely, it sounded excited, yet also unbelievably trembling.

Lela knew there was no time to waste now.

She looked up, holding Big White's front paws in her hands, just about to discuss with it when she saw the back leg of Big White stained with crimson. Exactly the same as the previous injury.

Lela raised her hand to touch it, and the back leg of Big White trembled.

With moist eyes, Lela's voice trembled, "Big White, does it hurt?"

Big White's deep blue eyes affectionately looked at Lela, seeing the tears in her eyes.

It then extended its tongue and licked Lela's face.

As if saying, little master, I'm not in pain, don't cry.

Lela hugged Big White, and in the moment her gaze lowered, her eyebrows and eyes turned sharp.

Josh Fudge!

You deserve to die.

Sylvester sitting in the car was really frustrated.

I can't stand it anymore.

How can a little thing be so intimate with an animal?

Those who know might think it's a master-pet relationship, while those who don't might even think it's a bestiality situation.

He pushed open the car door, extended his slender legs, and his handsome face was filled with obvious displeasure...