Chapter 3: The Drama Queen Omega
“It was this Omega who… he hit… ow!” an Alpha knocked to the ground tried to speak first, but halfway through, he clutched the gland at the back of his neck, twitching in pain.
No one noticed that a ladybug was perched on his neck, biting down hard on his gland.
Having been preempted by Bai Mu and seeing the Alpha clutching his neck in pain, these thugsāalready laden with criminal recordsādidn’t dare speak further. The blond Alpha scanned the area; everyone cowered with their heads down.
The blond Alpha turned his gaze back to Bai Mu. After a moment of scrutiny, he asked, “You’re the victim?”
Bai Mu sat slumped on the ground, his body swaying as if he might faint. His face was terrifyingly pale, and there was no color in his lips. He looked frightened and deeply wronged. “Yes, Officer.”
In his current state, Bai Mu appeared soft and submissive, easily arousing an Alphaās protective instincts. But the blond Alpha showed no reaction. He stopped twirling his gun and pointed the barrel toward the man whose neck Bai Mu had snapped. “How did he die?”
Bai Muās body stiffened for an almost imperceptible second. The man’s head was at such a grotesque angle that it was impossible to ignore. With just one sentence, the blond Alpha had struck the jugular. His image as an innocent victim wouldn’t hold up under scrutiny; the moment someone spoke up, it would collapse. Xiao Piao could control them for a while, but these were desperate criminals who would soon come to their senses. In his desperation, he hadn’t found a good explanation yet. The atmosphere became tense as countless eyes fixed on him.
“It was this group of men bullying the Omega. I saw it.”
A casual voice cut through the night, tearing through the thick darkness. Everyone looked toward the sound. Bai Mu looked too, but his vision was blurred by a persistent fog. He could only see a tall silhouette stepping out from the shadows under a streetlamp.
Bai Mu had been so focused on survival that he hadn’t noticed this person. He thought the man had left, but now he was walking toward them with unhurried steps, his long, straight legs casting a long shadow under the light.
Bai Mu was surprised, but his mind went on full alert again.
Who is this? A mysterious buzz-cut Alpha was one thing, but now another unfathomable person had appeared. He didn’t know if he had the strength to deal with this. Why would this person step out to speak for him?
While Bai Mu was thinking, the man reached them. Bai Mu noticed his attire was similar to the blond Alpha’s. He casually walked toward the government troops. Except for the blond Alpha, the lazy soldiers all snapped to attention, fingers at their brows in a salute. Bai Mu was stunned. Before he could react, everyone shouted in unison: “Consul!”
Bai Mu: “?!”
The soundwaves echoed through the alley. The word “Consul” hit Bai Mu like a sudden tidal wave, catching him completely off guard.
The person who had been standing under the streetlamp from the moment his mecha folded and he fell into the alley was the Consul?
He was there when Bai Mu snapped that Alpha’s neck?
The one who witnessed him beat down a group of people only to cry and beg for government help was… the Consul?!
Bai Mu was truly at a loss. If that was the case, why would the Consul speak up for him?
While Bai Mu was frozen, the Consul suddenly turned his head. Their gazes met. Bai Mu saw a face with sharp, heroic features. His brows were long and clean, and his narrow eyes were slightly upturned at the corners. His expression seemed lazy and casual, yet hidden beneath was something sharp.
Especially when those hawk-like eyes landed on you, Bai Mu felt an instinctive surge of panic.
The air seemed to freeze. The noisy alley became eerily quiet until a night breeze blew through. Bai Mu, wearing only a silk bathrobe, couldn’t help but shiver.
Suddenly, a jacket fell from the sky, covering his head. Bai Muās vision went dark for a moment before he realized someone had thrown him a garment.
Bai Mu immediately put it on. The black jacket was very large, fitting him easily. When he looked up again, he saw that the Consul was no longer wearing his outer jacket.
The jacket still held the Consul’s body heat. It was the only kindness he had felt tonight.
“Thank you… Officer.” Bai Mu looked up, his eyes holding a trace of emotion he hadn’t noticed himself.
Bai Mu met the Consul’s gaze again. He tried to read something from the man’s face, but he failed. He had no idea what this unpredictable Consul was thinking, which made him feel vulnerableāas if an invisible chain had been placed around him. He felt uneasy, wondering if his clumsy acting could truly fool the Consul’s eyes.
Before the Consul could speak, a man in combat gear ran over, a greasy, flattering smile on his face. He saluted the Consul, his tone sounding like he was fishing for credit. “Reporting to the Consul, I’ve investigated. A shooting occurred during the auction at Ponce Casino, causing the riot. Youāve just taken office, so you might not know, but this happens often near Ponce Casino. We can just leave it to the police station…”
The Consulās brow furrowed, but he quickly returned to a neutral expression. The soldier blinked, waiting for orders that didn’t come. After a long silence, the Consul finally spoke slowly: “Fine. Have the scene cleared. Transfer the suspects to the police station. Prepare to withdraw!”
Bai Mu heard a hint of displeasure in the Consul’s tone, but he had no time to ponder the man’s thoughts. The more important issue was that the Consul seemed to want to stop interfering. Bai Muās physical condition wouldn’t allow for any more delay; he had to secure military medical aid before he collapsed. If he missed this chance, he might never get close to the Consul again, and he didn’t know how many more dangers he would face with his injuries. As the Consul turned to leave, Bai Mu said urgently: “Officer, I was cornered and severely beaten. My pheromones are in disorder. I need government protection.”
The Consulās steps paused. He turned back, scanning Bai Mu from head to toe. His gaze finally changed, but it was hard to describe. Bai Mu found that meeting this young Consul’s eyes wasn’t pleasant, despite the handsome face.
The Consul paused for no more than three seconds before continuing toward the alley exit. In the blink of an eye, the pistol at his waist was in his hand. He pulled the trigger, firing toward a dark side-alley. A figure flipped through the air, dodging the bullet with agility, and landed back in place, leaning against the wall. “I say, Officer, isn’t your duty to protect citizens? Why are you attacking one?”
Bai Mu recognized the voice. It was the buzz-cut Alpha.
The Consul holstered his gun and smiled. “I didn’t know Laea City was worth a visit from a Flying Eagle.”
Flying Eagle. The galaxyās most famous mercenary organization, known for their fierce style and high efficiency. They had never failed a contract since their founding, but their requirements were strictāthey never took a contract worth less than a hundred million. Once Flying Eagle accepted a job, it meant the employerās goal was as good as achieved.
Few people could afford or command Flying Eagle.
Bai Mu was even more confused. How did the Consul know this man was from Flying Eagle? And why was Flying Eagle following him?
The buzz-cut man shrugged and smiled back. “Officer, don’t overthink it. Maybe itās just a vacation?”
While he didn’t deny being from Flying Eagle, he remained tight-lipped about his mission. The Consul signaled the blond Alpha, who began to walk toward the man. Before he could get close, the buzz-cut man vanished into the darkness.
The blond Alpha wanted to give chase, but the Consul stopped him. “His abilities are on par with ours. No need to chase.”
A youthful boyish voice came from behind the Consul: “Jin-ge, how did you know he was from Flying Eagle?”
Without a second thought, the Consul turned and smacked the back of the boyās head. “Idiot. Imagine not recognizing someone from Flying Eagle.”
The boy was stunned and looked at the blond Alpha for help. The blond Alpha rubbed the boyās head. “Your Jin-ge was the highest-paid solo mercenary in Flying Eagle back in the day. Did you forget?”
This information surprised Bai Mu. The Consul was once Flying Eagleās strongest solo mercenary? A former top mercenary turned Consulāboth identities were sharp blades. Now, one person held both. Since he was in a desperate situation, getting the Consulās help would be a massive boon. This only strengthened his resolve to get close to him.
However, Bai Mu had to accept a fact: his earlier performance didn’t seem to have left a good impression on the Consul.
With a damaged gland and severe blood loss, he desperately needed a safe environment to recover. While the pheromones of the other Alphas disgusted him, he had to admit his body was being affected. If he didn’t get proper treatment soon, he might go into a forced heat.
Every cell in his body was screaming. Bai Muās consciousness grew murkier, his vision failed further, and his body began to sway. After chasing away the mercenary, the Consul finally seemed to remember him and walked over.
The Consul had already ordered the scene cleared, with the injured Alphas being dragged or carried away, but no one had touched him.
Bai Mu spoke slowly again: “Officer, I need your help.”
Han Naijin studied the seemingly fragile Omega before him. A Flying Eagle mercenary was clearly protecting him. Was he the client or the target? Either way, it suggested this Omegaās identity was far from ordinary.
He wondered what purpose brought him to Laea City.
He had shown an unusual interest in the government forces, seemingly eager to establish a connection. The Omegaās plea for help might be a way to achieve some ulterior motive.
The Omega looked up with wet eyes, his cheeks tinged with a faint flushālike a butterfly with a broken wing trying to survive. But Han Naijin didn’t know how much of it was real. He said flatly, “There is a shelter ahead. Doctors there will provide assistance.”
Hearing this, Bai Mu lowered his head silently.
This young Consul’s tone was devoid of human warmth. Bai Mu had been dismissed again; all his efforts had failed.
He couldn’t ask again. Saying more would only arouse suspicion. Bai Mu struggled to stand up, heading toward the direction the Consul had pointed. He walked barefoot on the cold ground, every step bringing intense pain. Bai Mu pulled the jacket tighter and walked toward the Consul, about to pass him.
Suddenly, Bai Mu stopped. He smelled a faint scentāsomewhat fiery, a bit spicy. If the wind hadn’t carried it to him, he wouldn’t have noticed.
Bai Mu was instinctively drawn to it. Unlike any scent he had smelled before, this was a pheromone that made him feel pleasurably soothed. His entire body felt tingly, as if a feather had landed on his heart, tickling every nerve. He couldn’t help but tremble.
“Mmm…”
A soft gasp escaped Bai Muās throatāan Omegaās primal desire for an Alphaās pheromones, instinctively seeking the comfort of a powerful, compatible Alpha.
And the source of that pheromone was the Consul.
Han Naijin heard that “mmm” and frowned slightly.
That single whiff wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving cells. His instinct told him to get closer to the Consul and drink in more.
This put his body into an unprecedented state of self-contradiction. He had no control over this vessel. He was like a drowning man in a vast, endless ocean, struggling for life. He naturally grabbed the nearest piece of driftwoodāa piece that smelled of fire and spice.
His body slowly slumped. His hands slid past the folds of a shirt, touched the cold leather at the waist, and followed the winding line of hips and legs all the way down.
Before losing consciousness, Bai Muās only perception was that the Consulās legs were very long.
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