Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 124: The Unrestrained Hyena

Rather than kicking the second man, Georgio reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a handgun, aiming it directly at the man’s head.

The scene went beyond what Rocco could comprehend.

This wasn’t just a fit of rage—it was Georgio, utterly unrestrained.

"G-Georgio! You idiot! What are you doing?"

Rocco yelled, his voice cracking with urgency.

He had to stop Georgio’s erratic behavior before things spiraled further out of control.

Panicking, Rocco clung tightly to Georgio’s arm and forced the gun downward, pointing the barrel at the ground instead of at the man’s head.

As the tension momentarily eased, Rocco exhaled a shaky breath of relief.

But then, he caught Georgio mumbling something under his breath, prompting Rocco to tilt his head in confusion.

"...Why are you stopping me?" Georgio murmured darkly. "That thing hurt you. A useless, harmful pawn like that—keeping it around only causes problems."

Georgio’s usual mask of cheerfulness had completely vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly furious expression.

His handsome face twisted into something monstrous, brimming with unfiltered rage.

The man at the receiving end of Georgio’s fury knelt silently, as if resigned to his fate.

It was as though he accepted his impending doom without protest.

Is everyone here completely insane?

Rocco thought, his mind racing. Am I the only normal one left?

On reflection, Rocco realized he had been the only one crying and panicking earlier.

However, now wasn’t the time to dwell on his own embarrassing reactions.

"It—it’s my fault for acting suspiciously!" Rocco stammered, his voice shaking as he tried to reason with Georgio. "These people didn’t do anything wrong! It’s all my fault! I’m the bad one here!"

Seeing Georgio in this state—no longer the cheerful companion he knew but instead resembling the infamous "Georgio the Hyena"—made Rocco tremble uncontrollably.

Still, he forced himself to move, wrapping his arms tightly around Georgio in an attempt to calm him.

His eyes welled up with tears, but he clung to Georgio with all the determination he could muster.

"Georgio already licked my wounds, so I’m totally fine now!" Rocco blurted out desperately, teetering on the edge of hysteria.

It was a half-baked, almost nonsensical statement, but Rocco was out of ideas.

He braced himself, certain it wouldn’t be enough to quell Georgio’s anger.

And yet, to Rocco’s utter astonishment, Georgio’s aura of seething rage abruptly deflated with a pshhh, as if a valve had been opened to release all the pent-up fury.

The moment Georgio heard Rocco’s comment about the licking, his mood soared inexplicably.

Practically humming with cheer, Georgio headed back toward the training grounds, still carrying Rocco tightly in his arms.

It was as though the incident from just moments ago had been erased from his memory.

Sensing this, Rocco panicked, quickly turning his head to glance back.

He spotted the man Georgio had kicked lying sprawled on the ground, while the other knelt motionless, still shaken.

Rocco immediately tugged on Georgio to stop him.

"Georgio, you can’t just ignore your teammates," Rocco said firmly. "That guy looks like he’s in pain. We need to help him."

With a determined huff, Rocco wriggled free from Georgio’s grip.

He slipped deftly out of the embrace, landing neatly on the floor.

Ignoring Georgio’s protests, Rocco marched back toward the two men with resolute little steps.

"Hey, are you okay? Show me where you got kicked," Rocco demanded, crouching down near the injured man.

He straightened his back, adopting a cool and commanding demeanor.

After all, he was the ultra-cool second son of the Di Malvento family, Rocco Di Malvento.

Naturally, he would handle his subordinates in the Assassin Squad with the same cool-headed authority—firm but fair.

Surely, this would solidify his reputation as a respected and admired leader.

What about the fact that they’d seen him sobbing uncontrollably earlier?

...That part didn’t count. At all.

"Master! You don’t need to bother with trash like them," Georgio chimed in, his tone dismissive.

"Hmph. What nonsense are you spouting, you foolish Georgio?" Rocco shot back, puffing out his chest. "They’re your teammates, so you have to help them when they’re in trouble. Leaving them like this makes you the worst, Georgio. Absolutely the worst!"

Georgio reeled back dramatically, exclaiming, "Master Rocco called me the worst!" before bursting into loud, wailing sobs.

Ignoring the echoing cries, Rocco hurried over to the injured teammates.

He crouched beside the man who had been knocked down and gave him a couple of light pats to check if he was still alive.

Thankfully, the faint twitching of his body confirmed he was hanging on.

Satisfied for the moment, Rocco shifted his gaze to the other man, still kneeling in place.

"You there," Rocco demanded. "What’s your name?"

"Uh... I... I’m Number 69," the man stammered.

Rocco blinked in confusion.

A name was what he’d asked for—so why was this man reciting a number?

Sighing at the odd reply, Rocco muttered to himself, "Weird guy. Must be because he’s one of Georgio’s teammates..." Then, with a shrug, he nodded decisively.

"I’ll call you Shion from now on," Rocco declared with a flourish.

"Shi... Shion?" the man repeated, bewildered.

The self-proclaimed genius of naming, Rocco Di Malvento, grinned with pride.

Another masterpiece of a name!

He mentally congratulated himself with a triumphant "Hah! Take that!"

Having finished naming Shion, Rocco turned his attention to the man sprawled on the ground.

He crouched down, poking the man’s shoulder a few times. fгeewebnovёl.com

After several nudges, the man suddenly jolted awake.

"Hah! This place... There’s an angel... Does that mean... I’m in heaven...?"

As he sat bolt upright, his hood slipped off, revealing neatly braided brown hair framing one side of his face and sharp, almond-shaped eyes.

Oh my! Well, isn’t he handsome?

The handsome man seemed dazed, muttering to himself as he looked down at Rocco, clearly struggling to make sense of his surroundings.

Hmm... Maybe the shock from being kicked hasn’t fully worn off yet.

After a brief moment of thought, Rocco stood up and gently cupped the handsome man’s cheeks, giving them a quick pat on both sides.