The Hyena Arrives

He even tried to backtrack in a panic.

But for some reason, Ares' already red face only grew more furious.

"Pfft—hahaha, oi, you should stop now—bwahaha!"

"Rocco, you shouldn't kick a man when he's down. Overkill should be kept in moderation."

"Huh? Wait, I wasn't trying to make him mad—I swear…!"

As Mahmoud and Sylas chuckled beside him, Rocco desperately shook his head, beads of cold sweat forming.

But the more he panicked, the more it just seemed to amuse them.

Meanwhile, Ares' anger meter had apparently maxed out.

His gaze snapped toward Ragar, and he bellowed—

"CUT OFF HIS LEFT ARM!"

The situation turned from comedic to dire in an instant.

Panic surged through Rocco as he squirmed free from Sylas's grasp.

Ragar gripped the knife lodged in his left shoulder, preparing to drive it in deeper.

Rocco opened his mouth to scream for him to stop—