Chapter 13: Must-Order for Top Alphas
Bai Mu was bewildered by Han Naijin’s erratic train of thought, but Han Naijin didn’t care. He pulled Bai Mu toward the exit of the platform. Bai Mu forcefully shook off his hand and followed a few steps behind as they descended.
After explaining the identified issues to the team, Bai Mu followed Han Naijin out of the maintenance site and back to the ground-level landing pad, all under the meaningful gazes of the crowd.
They approached a maglev vehicle. Han Naijin opened the door and stuffed Bai Mu into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver’s seat himself.
Once Bai Mu was inside, the intelligent system thoughtfully adjusted his seat and fastened his seatbelt. Bai Mu looked at Han Naijin blankly; even now, he hadn’t figured out why Han Naijin suddenly wanted to take him clothes shopping.
Han Naijin, on the other hand, was perfectly relaxed. He started the maglev car and drove out of the mecha base.
This time, they didn’t take the military-exclusive lane. Instead, they took the public road, heading toward the bustling main urban district.
It was only four or five in the afternoon, and the sky was still bright. Bai Mu leaned against the seat, looking out the window.
During these days, he had spent almost all his time at the Han Manor, and it was only in the last two days that he’d had the chance to visit the mecha base. The tranquility of the manor had made him forget what kind of place Laea City really was—the notorious City of Sin, a lawless land. However, the scenery outside the window seemed quite disconnected from the word “sin.”
The buildings on both sides of the street were magnificent and atmospheric, luxurious and extravagant. The shops were a dazzling array of displays, the vehicles moved in an orderly fashion, and the pedestrians were leisurely. There was no trace of the riots, disorder, or panic one would expect from a place of sin.
Seeing that there weren’t many pedestrians, Han Naijin switched to autopilot mode. He turned to look at Bai Mu. The Omega looked a bit tired, staring out the window lost in thought, leaving only a slender, fair neck and a profile as perfect as a sculpture. Bai Mu let out a slight yawn, looking like a lazy cat.
As the car moved forward, the surrounding scenery and pedestrians flashed past. Han Naijin followed Bai Mu’s gaze and looked out as well. He then retracted his gaze and said, “You can’t see much from inside the car. I’ll take you for a look in a bit.”
Bai Mu remained noncommittal, still staring out the window. Before long, the maglev car stopped in front of a luxurious-looking shopping center. Han Naijin switched back to manual driving, steered the car into the garage, and led Bai Mu into the mall.
The shopping center was bustling with people. Bai Mu hadn’t been to such a place in a long time. He used to wear military uniforms and rarely bought his own clothes. Facing the jostling crowd, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Han Naijin, however, strolled through with ease; it seemed he came here often.
Han Naijin led Bai Mu directly to a store that looked like one of his regulars. Bai Mu stood still while Han Naijin picked out clothes himself, eventually stuffing them into Bai Mu’s arms for him to try on.
When Bai Mu emerged from the fitting room and looked in the mirror, he had to admit that Han Naijin had good taste. The clothes he chose were fashionable yet formal and very comfortable. Bai Mu was satisfied with them.
However… why was every item one size larger than what he should wear?
When Bai Mu asked why they were buying oversized clothes, Han Naijin chose not to answer. He swiped his card, paid, and pulled Bai Mu away.
Having lost even the right to choose his own clothes, Bai Mu chose to become a puppet on a string.
The puppet was then taken to the elevator, which rose vertically to the top floor.
The doors opened to a high-end restaurant. A waiter immediately came forward to greet them. The waiter recognized Han Naijin, and after a brief moment of surprise, his gaze began to wander back and forth between the two of them.
The restaurant was semi-circular, with all tables positioned by the windows. The environment was elegant, filled with soothing music.
The enthusiastic waiter led them to a seat with an excellent view, overlooking the entirety of Laea City.
After sitting down, Bai Mu first looked out the window. From this height, Laea City looked even more magnificent. Bai Mu noticed that the architecture here favored silver; the entire city-state looked dazzling, like a giant silver plate. However, these prosperous districts only made up a small portion of Laea City. Beyond them lay the outer edges of the city-state, where the scenery formed a sharp contrast to the luxurious silver before him. The buildings there were low and dilapidated, with fires burning constantly and smoke swirling in a haze of gray and black.
Bai Mu suddenly snapped back to reality. He had almost been fooled by the illusion of prosperity, forgetting Laea City’s notoriety. Arms smuggling, prohibited drugs, human trafficking, violent crime—every offense forbidden by the law could be traded here.
Han Naijin finished ordering and handed the menu back to the waiter. He looked at Bai Mu with interest. “This is the real Laea City you’re seeing now. What do you think?”
Bai Mu retracted his gaze and looked at Han Naijin. The man still had that casual, lazy look. Bai Mu knew that what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg; true evil was never conducted in broad daylight.
Perhaps it was the soft music that relaxed him, or maybe it was the first time the two had talked so peacefully, but Bai Mu suddenly asked the question: “Is it hard being the Consul here?”
The moment he said it, he regretted it. The words felt a bit too intimate for their level of acquaintance.
Han Naijin was clearly taken aback. The person before him looked tired, but his gaze was deep and his expression focused. It was the kind of look that made it hard to give a perfunctory answer. But that thought only lasted for a second. Han Naijin leaned back in his chair, his expression relaxing into a playful smirk. “Caring about me after only knowing me for a few days?”
Han Naijin clearly didn’t want to say more. Bai Mu turned his head back to the window, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.
Han Naijin let out a soft laugh. Following Bai Mu’s gaze, he pointed to a spot outside. “See that blue twin-tower building?”
Bai Mu looked where Han Naijin was pointing. Those twin towers were even more impressive than the building they were in. Han Naijin said, “That’s the Lin family’s territory, the headquarters of Lin Bank.”
Bai Mu recalled the Four Great Families he had seen when searching for information on the Consul. Among them was the Lin family, who controlled all the finance in Laea City and was the most powerful of the four.
Han Naijin spoke again, his tone slightly more serious: “The powers in Laea City are easy to distinguish. The Han family is one, the Lin family is another, then there’s the Campbell family who controls all energy, and the Halles family who runs the starship port. Oh, right—the Han family does biotechnology and medicine.”
Bai Mu nodded. He had researched this before. Before Han Naijin’s father, Han Chong, became the Consul, he was a very successful businessman. The Han family’s main business was biopharmaceuticals. Later, a large-scale epidemic broke out in Laea City, and the drugs developed by the Han family eradicated the contagion. The Han family’s reputation soared, leading to Han Chong’s election.
Seeing that Bai Mu was listening intently, Han Naijin thought for a moment, the sharpness in his eyes softening significantly. “Laea City has its own code of conduct, an unspoken ‘order.’ As long as you don’t violate the ‘rules,’ anyone—be they Consul or commoner—can live easily.”
After Han Naijin said this, Bai Mu didn’t speak immediately. He gazed at Han Naijin calmly for a moment. In that small space, only the sound of their breathing remained.
After a long while, Bai Mu asked gently, “Are you following the ‘rules’?”
Han Naijin answered without hesitation, “Of course.”
Bai Mu lowered his head slightly and said no more. The question he didn’t voice was: if he followed the “rules” so strictly, why did he personally lead patrols for something as small as a night watch?
As they finished speaking, the food began to arrive one by one. Scallop Crab from Planet Taco, Red Shrimp from Planet Maize, Black Truffle from Planet Hamo—every ingredient was top-tier. They were arranged on plates with exquisite patterns, waiting to be enjoyed.
Bai Mu had only seen such standards at Imperial Royal banquets.
Following the food were two drinks.
Two very “cute” drinks.
One was light blue, and the other was pink. Both were bubbling, and each had a straw curled into a heart shape. Bai Mu looked at the two drinks, his brow furrowing slightly. He looked at the food on the table—clearly formal dishes—and didn’t understand why two such mismatched drinks had been ordered.
Han Naijin seemed completely oblivious. He simply signaled for Bai Mu to choose first. Bai Mu naturally chose the light blue one, leaving the pink drink for Han Naijin.
The corner of Han Naijin’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
The waiter thoughtfully adjusted the lighting around them to a warm yellow. What had been a slightly cold atmosphere became strange once the lights dimmed.
The reason was simple: the atmosphere was too good.
The waiter had defaulted to assuming they were a couple and was thoughtfully creating a romantic setting. But they had only known each other for a few days; they were still strangers.
Bai Mu was looking at the exquisite dishes, wondering if he should say something, when he heard a loud slurp . Han Naijin leaned forward and took a sip of his pink drink through the straw.
The romantic atmosphere vanished instantly.
All that remained was an extremely discordant image.
A tough, roguish-looking Alpha who looked like trouble was faced with a table of sophisticated food, yet he was using a straw to sip a pink, bubbly drink. The vibe was bizarre and surreal.
Bai Mu couldn’t help but rub his forehead.
Han Naijin, however, seemed to be truly savoring the drink. After a sip, he nodded to Bai Mu. “Not bad. You should try it.”
Skeptical, Bai Mu took a sip from his own glass. It was actually quite good—crisp on the palate with a subtle alcohol taste. He unconsciously took another sip.
As Bai Mu lowered his head to drink, he didn’t see the curve of Han Naijin’s lips widen.
The two began their meal in earnest. Bai Mu cut a piece of Red Shrimp; the taste was fresh and tender, the texture delicate and springy. Han Naijin also began cutting his food. After eating a piece of crab, he looked at Bai Mu and asked, “What about you? Why did you come to Laea City?”
Bai Mu’s lowered eyes suddenly snapped up. Han Naijin was still leisurely cutting his food, his gaze fixed on his plate rather than on him. The words sounded casual, but Bai Mu knew Han Naijin had always been suspicious of his identity and was constantly on guard.
Bai Mu was about to speak when his head suddenly buzzed. He saw two Han Naijins floating before him. He shook his head, but Han Naijin remained two flickering silhouettes. He realized then that he was drunk.
But he had only had a few sips!
Han Naijin set down his utensils, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes before he couldn’t help but let out a muffled chuckle.
Bai Mu looked at the drink in front of him, then at Han Naijin’s glass. He seemed to understand why Han Naijin had ordered these two drinks.
This man was always finding ways to play tricks on him!
Bai Mu frowned and glared at Han Naijin, but in his current drunken, misty-eyed state, the look held no bite. Instead, it looked more like he was flirting.
Han Naijin barely suppressed his laughter. “You chose the blue one yourself.”
As the alcohol hit him, Bai Mu felt a wave of heat. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his skin. Han Naijin watched as Bai Mu’s fair neck took on a faint red hue, feeling more and more that he had chosen the right drinks.
He had known that if he placed those two drinks there, Bai Mu would definitely pick the blue one. His mischievous plan had succeeded. He drawled, “Do you know what that drink is called?”
Bai Mu asked sheepishly, “What is it called?”
Han Naijin’s gaze moved from Bai Mu’s neck to his flushed cheeks, then further up to those misty eyes. He raised an eyebrow. “‘Tomorrow Morning.'”
Bai Mu didn’t have much logic left in his head; he was thinking very slowly. Han Naijin saw this and explained, “This drink is made from five different strong liquors. You can’t taste the alcohol when you drink it, but one glass is guaranteed to keep you drunk until tomorrow morning.”
Bai Mu blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. He pointed with his chin toward Han Naijin’s pink drink and asked indignantly, “Then what is yours called?”
Han Naijin smiled and leaned in to take another sip through the straw. He kept his head down but lifted his eyes. “‘Must-Order for Top Alphas’!”
Bai Mu: “…”
Bai Mu’s chest rose and fell as he suppressed his anger, his eyes turning slightly red.
Seeing that he had provoked the man to the verge of explosion, Han Naijin began to rein it in. “Don’t be mad. Have some shrimp; it’s very fresh.”
Taking advantage of Bai Mu’s distraction, Han Naijin stuffed a piece of shrimp into his mouth.
Bai Mu not collapsing onto the table was the greatest dignity he could maintain while dining out. Since a piece of shrimp was stuffed into his mouth, he ate it. His thin lips moved slightly, a small bit of food residue clinging to them, making them look sensual and moist.
Han Naijin seemed to find pleasure in this. Seeing Bai Mu finish one piece, he stuffed in another until Bai Mu shook his head, saying he’d had enough. By then, they had both finished eating.
Han Naijin swiped his card to pay. Bai Mu was still sitting upright in his chair, but his body couldn’t help but sway. Han Naijin straightened his clothes, stood up, and moved to Bai Mu’s side. With a large hand around his waist, he lifted Bai Mu from the chair. Bai Mu naturally leaned into Han Naijin.
Han Naijin led Bai Mu downstairs, and Bai Mu rested his head in the crook of Han Naijin’s neck, like a tired bird that had found its nest. He even nuzzled Han Naijin’s neck, a few stray hairs brushing against Han Naijin’s chin. The contact made Han Naijin’s heart itch, like a small hook catching on his soul.
The elevator stopped at the garage level. As they stepped out, Han Naijin felt a flash of bright light hit his eyes, but he didn’t pay it much mind. He held the person in his arms tighter, found the car, and settled Bai Mu into the passenger seat.
As the maglev car drove off, Bai Mu seemed to realize they were back in the vehicle and relaxed, his body slumping softly into the gap between the seat and the door.
Night had fallen. The lights on both sides of the street were ethereal and gaudy. As the car drove, the streetlights occasionally illuminated Bai Mu’s face, leaving him sometimes in the glow and sometimes in the shadows.
Han Naijin seemed bewitched by Bai Mu in the shifting light. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Bai Mu’s ear so his cheek was fully revealed, allowing him to see his fill when the next glow hit.
Bai Mu had no reaction to his movements, perhaps having fallen asleep.
Han Naijin grew bolder, repeatedly stroking the hair near Bai Mu’s forehead. The soft strands brushed against his fingertips, making his heart soften as well.
The vehicle had already left the noisy downtown, and that mysterious flash of light was nowhere to be seen. The interior grew dark. Before long, a soft snoring sound came from the passenger seat, and Han Naijin realized that this person hadn’t slept at all the night before.
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