Unprecedented fear swept through Ling Yi, the threat no less than the feeling of a cold scalpel softly brushing his skin.

No Alpha could bear to have their gland bitten by a member of the same sex and have foreign pheromones injected into them.

Their pheromones were naturally suited to aggression and plunder, and would only compete against and reject another conqueror.

Ling Yi was trapped in the cramped corner, and helplessly pressed his hands against Oser’s chest.

He was well aware of the power imbalance between the two of them. The outcome depended on whether the other party wanted to take action, not on whether Ling Yi could resist.

“Your Highness, please calm down. You like Omegas, not Alphas!”

Ling Yi felt the other party use more force, and tried his utmost to block him.

“If you weren’t obsessed with Omegas, you wouldn’t have spent a fortune for Pat to research gender reassignment surgery. You’ve waited so many years – waiting a few more days should be nothing.”

Oser stared at him closely, not hiding the naked desire in his eyes.

Once a lion awoke from a thirty-year nap, it wouldn’t be easy to coax it back to sleep.

Ling Yi panicked, and spoke without thinking in order to protect himself: “Your Highness, I’m wearing Pat’s clothing. Didn’t you say you take offense to other Alphas’ pheromones?”

“If you bite me now, it would be like marking Pat. Can you really bear such a thing?”

Oser said nothing. Instead of answering, he yanked with his right hand and two of Pat’s buttons fell off.

Ling Yi’s breathing stagnated. Oser was definitely not messing with him like before. This time, he was really aiming to achieve something!

At this moment, there was an urgent staccato knock on the door, and Ling Yi swore that it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life.

“Your Highness, someone’s knocking on the door!”

Oser didn’t move a muscle, but the completely unaware person outside continued to knock, as if they wouldn’t stop until the door opened.

Ling Yi clung tightly to this life-saving straw and tried to use a tranquil tone that wouldn’t agitate Oser: “Your Highness, the person outside seems to have urgent business.”

Oser sat in place, neither advancing nor retreating, and the two of them faced off in a stalemate.

To Ling Yi, it seemed as if a century passed before Oser slowly backed away amidst the constant knocking.

Ling Yi still didn’t dare to breathe, for fear that breathing too hard would arouse Oser’s animal instincts once more.

Oser got out of the vehicle with a dark expression, closing the door with his backhand so that there was only a small gap.

Tang De stepped forward to report despite the look on Oser’s face: 

“Your Highness, the Prime Minister was attacked on his way back.”

“Is he dead?”

“The guard who blocked the bullet died on the spot, but the Prime Minister himself was only slightly injured.”

“Humph.” Oser sneered: “A scourge will live for a thousand years.”

Tang De lowered his voice as he reported: “The attacker was arrested on the spot, but he wasn’t sent to the police station. He was taken to the Prime Minister’s office instead.”

“Name.”

“Xi En. Ling Yi’s adoptive father.”

The car door opened behind Oser with a swish: “Who did you say it was?”

Tang De was taken aback to see Ling Yi: “How are you here?”

Oser deadpanned: “He walked out on his own two legs. You couldn’t even keep an eye on one person. Your pay is docked for this month, and so is Pat’s.”

Tang De was still reeling from the shock of Ling Yi’s escape, so much so that even the salary deduction seemed insignificant.

He had clearly sent elite troops to guard all of the major passages. Although this was for the purpose of preventing those with ulterior motives from entering, they shouldn’t have allowed anyone to just swagger out.

If Ling Yi hadn’t been with His Highness the whole time, Tang De would have likely lost more than a month’s salary…..

Ling Yi jumped out of the vehicle. No longer caring about anything else, he grasped Oser’s arm tightly.

“Your Highness, my adoptive father is in danger!”

Oser said coldly: “I did make a promise to you.”

“Then right now —”

“But I can’t save someone who’s seeking death.”

Ling Yi stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then abruptly released Oser and leaped into the driver’s seat of the Soaring Eagle at a speed no one could have predicted, slamming the door shut behind him.

Tang De blurted out: “Ling Yi!”

The rear tires of the Soaring Eagle screeched counterclockwise as the vehicle backed up in a curve in front of the two men. Its frame brushed past Oser, and Tang De vigilantly pulled him back.

“Your Highness, be careful!”

The tires stopped with a squeal of friction, followed by a roar as the accelerator went from zero to one hundred in an instant. A gust of wind blew up their hair and the hems of their clothes, and when they opened their eyes again, the Soaring Eagle was already dozens of meters away.

After speeding away in a straight line, the vehicle drifted half a circle around the corner with its nose pointed toward the exit. It whizzed out of the underground parking lot, leaving only an afterimage in the eyes of the two left behind.

Tang De didn’t dare look at Oser’s expression, and immediately activated the microphone next to his ear: “Intercept a black Soaring Eagle, plate number AOS, driving from the medical college basement parking lot to the Prime Minister’s office. Block all routes immediately. Do not allow the vehicle to approach the Prime Minister’s office!”

Only then did he steal a fearful glance at Oser, and what he saw was a rage unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Even when there was no relief during his last rut, Oser hadn’t been this angry when he furiously smashed up the Royal House of Parliament. The air pressure in the underground parking lot was lower than that preceding a thunderstorm.

Tang De swallowed nervously and carefully added into the microphone: “Make sure the driver lives. No….make sure he’s unharmed.”

. . . . . 

The Prime Minister’s residence was surrounded by protestors.

The police formed a defensive line, holding huge explosion-proof shields as they pushed and shoved against those constantly rushing forward to engage in a contest of strength.

Behind the police, the Prime Minister’s guards stood in a straight line, fully-armed with guns and ammunition. As long as they received the order, they would open fire on the unarmed civilians before them without hesitation.

Covered in blood, Xi En was tied to a flag pole with his head hanging down. He showed no signs of life.

It seemed to be a warning that anyone who plotted against the prime minister would meet a similar fate.

Two officers stood next to him, one to the left and one at his back, talking quietly. No changes to their facial expressions could be seen from three meters away.

“The Prime Minister said that as long as we tied this man up here and displayed him in public, the target would show up. Do you think he’ll come?”

As the other person spoke, his eyes scanned the crowd: “Unless he wants us to kill his adoptive father, he’ll definitely show.”

“There are so many civilians here. If a fight really breaks out, it’ll be hard to deal with.”

“The Prime Minister has ordered that anyone causing trouble in front of the government office should be killed without mercy. What are you afraid of? You just need to keep your eye on the target. He can’t be allowed to get away this time.”

“I’ll follow orders.”

The Soaring Eagle was blocked by a tempestuous crowd before it could reach the government office.

Ling Yi jumped out of the vehicle and strode through the masses. He took a medical mask out of his pocket to cover his face, then removed the conspicuous white uniform and tossed it away.

A protestor wearing a black baseball cap felt something brush his head, and when he looked up, he saw only the wide, clear blue sky.

“Who stole my hat?”

Ling Yi had already vanished to the front, and pushed the baseball cap down to cover his eyes and perfectly conceal his face.

Deafening protest slogans rang in his ears.

“Impeach the Prime Minister! Make the Lu family step down! Clear Ling Yi’s name!”

Ling Yi mingled with the crowd, shouting slogans along with them as he crept closer and closer to Xi En.

His lifeless body seen from afar made Ling Yi’s heart constrict, and his hatred for Lu Hulun burned a little hotter.

He quickly made his way through the crowd of protesters, and his sixth sense alerted him to an unusual commotion behind him.

Tang De’s associates had failed to intercept Ling Yi’s vehicle, but since they knew his destination, it was only a matter of time before they found him.

He turned his head slightly and met the eyes of one of the guards.

“Captain Tang De, we seem to have found the target.”

The guard’s lips moved slightly as he conveyed the message.

Tang De’s instructions came through his headset: “Follow him, I’ll be there soon! There are too many people here, don’t cause a conflict!”

Nearby colleagues received the order and converged on Ling Yi from all directions.

Ling Yi calmly analyzed the situation. Lu Hulun’s elite troops were waiting for him to fall into the trap ahead and Oser’s guards were coming to intercept him from behind, while the police and angry protesters clashed constantly on all sides.

All of a sudden, his figure flashed before the guard’s eyes and his target vanished from sight. He quickly scanned the crowd and found that Ling Yi was already at the front of the group. Controlling his volume, he shouted in Ling Yi’s direction: “Over there!”

It all happened in a flash. Ling Yi took aim at a dull-looking policeman and went around behind him to elbow him and snatch his gun all in one smooth movement.

He fired a shot into the air, and the sound of gunfire instantly drowned out the protestors, silencing hundreds of people at once.

“The police shot someone!” Ling Yi shouted, and people screamed and fled in all directions.

Oser’s guards were pushed to and fro, and had difficulty keeping their balance, much less keeping an eye on Ling Yi amidst the chaotic scene.

“Stop running! Stop running around!”

“Where is he? Where did he go?!”

They tried in vain to direct the crowd, attempting to focus on their mission objective while preventing a stampede.

And during this interval, Ling Yi quickly shuttled against the flow of people. He took advantage of the chaos to knock down several of Lu Hulun’s men, rushing up to the bound, bloodied man on public display.

“Uncle Xi En, Uncle Xi En!”

He called out anxiously, but received no response. Xi En displayed no signs of life.

Ling Yi immediately went to untie him. But before the first knot could be undone, some daredevil suddenly jumped out and shoved the unsuspecting Ling Yi, causing him to stagger.

Just as he was about to fight back, he stopped abruptly.

The young man who attacked Ling Yi was around the same age as him, and possessed a face that had originally looked quite handsome. 

But now his hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and his school uniform was wrinkled. He seemed as if he hadn’t slept for several days, even more pitiful than a homeless person on the street.

“Don’t touch him!”

He shielded Xi En with his body, treating Ling Yi as enemy number one, as tense as a frightened bird.

He didn’t recognize the disguised Ling Yi, but Ling Yi recognized him at a glance.

That was Xi En’s eldest son – he was the same age as Ling Yi, and went to the same school, department, and classes, but forever considered him an “enemy.”

Xi Lei yelled at him hysterically. 

“Who are you?! What are you trying to do?!”

“Idiot,” Ling Yi cursed in a low voice. He pulled his mask down halfway. “I’m your father….!”

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