Chapter 354.6

Playboy [Part 6]

“H-Hey. You don’t have to come here. Just turn around and leave! Run!”

“Mr. Harold, are you alright? I will come to save you now!”

However, George didn’t happen to have the tact to guess Harold’s inner thoughts. Upon seeing Harold floating in the air with his collar being grabbed by the man, George threw all the stuff he was carrying to one side and ran even faster.

“Uh-oh. Can you not interrupt? Mind your own business, will ya?”

Another man blocked George’s way.

‘Here’s come a new sandbag.’ The man licked his lips excitedly.

“Stop! He got nothing to do with this! If you want to hit anyone, just hit me!”

Harold spoke up even though he had already been beaten up black and blue. He didn’t want to see any children getting hurt.

“It’s alright, Mr. Harold. I’m quite strong myself.”

George stood before the man blocking his way and showed a relaxed smile.

“You idiot! Run away quickly!”

‘This is why aristocrats are just… ugh!’

Harold struggled frantically to break free to save George, but the man who was grabbing his collar was so strong that he didn’t even budge.

“Damn”

Sons of aristocrats had started practicing swordsmanship from an early age. However, that would only bring a harmful result in situations like these. After all, countless noble young men thought they were strong because they could wield a sword when their abilities were only as good as what they had learned in sword practice. In reality, they were just softies who had never even had a fistfight. That kind of training that was only at the level of pastime recreation meant nothing in environments like here, where survival of the fittest was a matter of course.

“No, it’s really alright, I’m tellin’ you, Mr. Harold…”

George scratched his head and laughed as if he was troubled by Harold’s worried appearance.

“Even though I look like this, I’ve had a lot of training since I was little, y’know?”

“Just leave it to me,” George gave Harold a thumbs-up, full of confidence.

“Idiot! Don’t look away!”

The man who blocked George’s way swung his fist for a surprise attack, aiming at George’s face.

*crack!!*

“AAAARRGGHHHH!”

After the sound of bones breaking, the man collapsed to his knees while holding his hand.

Not George, but the man.

“Huh?”

“ “George-sama, so awesomeee!” ”

George, the party on the receiving end of the fist, was standing up straight normally without bending his knees.

“Ah… Sorry, you alright? Hey, isn’t it because your fist came so suddenly that I ended up countering it with my forehead? My head’s as hard as a rock, so when you hit me with that much force… your fingers… are probably broken, y’know?”

While scratching his head for the second time, George offered his hand to the crouching man, wanting to help him stand up.

“This shitty brat! Don’t get cocky!”

“Oh?”

The man brushed George’s outstretched hand off, sat on his backside, and thrust his left foot toward George’s neck. The man had a knife hidden in the tip of his leather shoe, and even a slight scrape on George’s neck could inflict a fatal injury. Playing dirty or whatnot never mattered here. The one who survived till the end would be the winner.

“George!”

”George-kun!”

When Prince Edward and Arthur rushed in belatedly, the knife on the man’s toes was only a few centimeters away from George’s neck. The two reached out their hands out of reflex while shouting, “Watch out!” but their current position was too far away.

“Oh? Your Highness and Arthur-sama also followed us here?”

At the same time George turned his face toward the calling voice, he grabbed the man’s powerfully swinging leg effortlessly without even looking.

“Aha, hidden knife in your shoes. Just like a ninja.”

George brought the leg he clutched closer to his face and observed the hidden knife with interest. The man knew he was in the best position to thrust the knife into the opponent’s eye, but George’s grip on his leg was so strong that he couldn’t even budge.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om