Strings of Control

Rocco was way too small to take him on.

What was he supposed to do now?

Flailing his legs like an annoyed cat, he struggled to come up with a plan.

But his mind was blank.

"Oi. Only get rid of the escort. Leave the small one."

Still frozen in despair, Rocco suddenly heard the refined man's voice from behind him.

For a moment, he completely forgot his current situation and just… stared, slightly horrified.

Seriously?

Couldn't the guy do it himself instead of barking orders at his subordinates while lounging around?

And what did he mean "small one"?!

That's so rude.

Rocco wasn't sure if this refined guy was secretly ripped too, but he was definitely stronger than Rocco.

He could easily pull him off Mahmoud by himself if he wanted.

The hooded man gave a quick bow and said, "Understood. My apologies," before glancing down at Rocco with an awkward expression.

Ugh.