From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)
Chapter 106: kneel II

Chapter 106: kneel II

Carmel, one of the men clad in black, dropped his weapon.

His shoulders trembled.

As the closest subordinate to the Silver Boss, he knew all too well just how merciless his leader could be—especially when someone dared to cross one of his red lines.

And that boy sitting calmly on the bed?

He looked like one of those red lines.

Seemingly harmless, even delicate—those hands looked like they were made for art and painting, not for combat.

But Carmel knew better.

He had seen what those hands could do... and it wasn’t something he ever wanted to face again

All the men, Carmel included, fell to their knees, begging for mercy, pleading with the leader to spare their lives.

Sian glanced at He Jinyun.

The man’s expression was dark, his body radiating a deadly, dangerous aura.

Sian recognized that aura—it was the same one that surrounded every survivor in the apocalypse:

Bloodthirsty, menacing.

He was certain that He Jinyun was planning to slaughter everyone in the room.

And he didn’t like that.

Sian wasn’t a hypocrite.

He wasn’t against violence.

In his original world, he had killed more humans than monsters.

But he had never been a monster himself, never a cold-blooded murderer.

Everyone who died by his hands had deserved it a thousand times over.

Killing people for petty reasons?

Meaningless reasons?

That was something he couldn’t tolerate.

Lan Qisheng, seated beside Sian on the bed, saw him slowly rise.

He wanted to help support him, but Sian gave a small smile and said, "It’s fine."

Meanwhile, He Jinyun stood just a few steps away from the bed, his mind consumed by rage.

His teeth clenched as he glared at the men who had dared to threaten his Gege’s safety.

His Gege—who he wouldn’t even point a weapon at himself.

What right did this trash have to do so?

The murderous aura around him intensified.

Smack!!!

"Ouch! What the fu—!"

"Gege—I—!"

The mighty and terrifying He Jinyun had just received a smack.

Right on the butt...

To be precise, Sian had slapped him across the rear with all the strength he could muster.

Maybe it hurt like hell.

Maybe it was sheer embarrassment.

But the half of his face visible beneath his mask turned a deep shade of red.

"Were you really trying to kill someone just now? Hmm?"

Sian asked as he rubbed his stinging hand, then continued in a completely casual tone, as if asking about the weather:

"Why is your butt so damn hard? What have you been eating? My hand’s burning like hell."

"Gege, I... I’m an adult now... you shouldn’t... do things like this..."

The great and fearsome leader of the largest terrorist organization could barely form a single sentence in front of his brother.

Well, at least he had a survival instinct.

Otherwise, Sian might have smacked him again.

"And why shouldn’t I hit you?"

Sian raised an eyebrow, voice both angry and mocking.

"You were about to kill people in front of me. Should I applaud instead?"

He Jinyun knew his brother too well.

If he didn’t defend himself now, Sian would think terribly of him—and he couldn’t have that.

"Gege, it’s not what it looks like! I wasn’t going to kill them—I was just going to, you know... punish them a little."

Carmel felt himself choke on saliva that didn’t even exist—his throat tightening as fear clawed at his lungs.

[Boss... how can you call that a little? Doesn’t your conscience hurt? Our corpses were practically one second away from ending up in Max’s meat grinder, okay!]

As Carmel silently protested his boss’s morals, he lifted his head and stole a glance at Sian—his savior.

That slap to the boss’s behind wasn’t funny to him.

It was the act of a brave man.

A hero who could face a monster like He Jinyun without flinching.

"What are you staring at?"

He Jinyun snapped suddenly, fury igniting again.

"I guess you don’t need your eyes anymore, huh?"

Smack!!

Another sharp slap rang out.

"Gege... you—"

"What? He Jinyun, have I been too nice to you? Hmm? You think you can just kill someone in front of me like that?"

"Brother, I didn’t! He was the one looking at you!"

No one—not even He Jinyun’s own men—could believe what they were hearing.

Their dark, terrifying leader... whining like he was being wrongly accused.

[This guy is acting spoiled in front of Sian. He must’ve known him for a long time... Were they comrades in the Phantom Organization?]

Jiao Liangchen had been observing quietly from the side and came to a reasonable conclusion.

But for some reason, he didn’t like how close the masked man was to Sian.

His sharp eyes noticed that it wasn’t just He Jinyun who felt comfortable around Sian—Sian, too, had dropped all his defenses.

Jiao had always been sensitive to the atmosphere.

When he was with Sian, he could always sense the boy keeping his guard up, even if he didn’t outright reject him.

That subconscious caution had always been there.

But now, with the masked man, the teen’s every vulnerable spot was on display.

[What kind of relationship did these two have, to be so unguarded, so natural with each other?]

"Come here, you little brat," Sian muttered, pulling the man closer by the ear.

"Who taught you to use your power to terrorize people, huh? And what’s with this whole terrorist organization thing? Are you a wanted criminal now? I swear, if you really are, I’ll break all four of your limbs right here and now. Let’s see how you plan to cause trouble after that."

Sian grabbed the man’s ear and pulled—harshly.

It turned red almost immediately.

"Gege—ah! That hurts, stop! You’ll rip my ear off! Can you live with your brother being disfigured?"

He Jinyun yelped like a kicked puppy, but a goofy, sweet smile still tugged at his lips.

To be fair, even Sian was in a good mood.

The corners of his lips were slightly curved upward.

Truth be told, Sian wasn’t some angel.

Nor was he a rigid justice-seeker.

Sometimes he couldn’t care less about the so-called "justice" of strangers.

So even if He Jinyun was a terrorist—and even if Sian got mad at him—it’s not like he’d ever turn him over to the police.

Or go crusading for the lives lost at his hands.

That’s how much he loved and protected his people.

Even if they were wrong—only he had the right to scold them.

No one else was allowed to harm them.

Selfish?

Didn’t matter.

Unfair?

Didn’t matter.

Biased?

Didn’t matter.

As long as the people he loved were safe and happy, nothing else mattered.

Meeting this mischievous boy who loved his music, who ran around the base yelling his name with reckless joy...

It was the happiest thing that had happened to Sian since arriving in this world.

He was truly, deeply happy.

Suddenly, Sian raised his free hand and reached for He Jinyun’s mask—trying to remove it.

But the man stopped him—fast.