After Picking Up an Omega in a Dark Alley - Chapter 2

Chapter 3

My name is Chen Si.

I was once the leader of the mercenary team Twelve Shichen.

Twelve Shichen used to be the most famous mercenary team in the world. As long as the money was right, they could deliver anything anywhere-including sending the Grand Commander’s soul to heaven in the middle of a public speech, in full view of the crowd.

According to the footage leaked at the time, a dark blur flashed past, and blood bloomed from the Grand Commander’s neck like a flower.

Everyone had been guarding against laser weapons and bullets fired from who knew where. No one had expected that in this high-tech era, his life would be taken by the cold blade in my hand.

If anyone could stand against Twelve Shichen, it was Qimen.

Compared with Twelve Shichen’s arrogance and unpredictable methods, the style of Qimen’s leader, Xun Feng, was remarkably steady. He was like a moving mountain, advancing toward his goal one solid step at a time, crushing every obstacle in his path along the way.

I would never forget the man leading his team to stop my surprise attack. His green eyes had been utterly calm, yet his uncanny bullet trajectory had nearly punched through my skull.

That Omega named Xun Feng had once made me taste the indescribable bitterness of defeat.

And now, I lowered my gaze to his wrist-bruised purple and blue, crossed by an ugly scar.

That hand would probably never hold a gun again.

Steam rose, blurring his outline. He opened his mouth and began to pant softly. The scent of bitter chocolate spread through the air, like some exquisite incense.

Chapter 4

I washed the person in the bathtub in silence, one hand supporting his shoulders and back, keeping him half-cradled in my arms.

If I didn’t, with him limp as mud like this, it wouldn’t be long before a gorgeous drowned corpse appeared in the tub.

The running water carried away the threads of blood. Filthy liquid diffused through the bath, and I felt a trace of hidden anger.

There were too many humiliating wounds on his body. It wasn’t hard to imagine how vile the people who had tortured him must have been.

But… why?

I thought back to our clashes during missions. He had been calm and ruthless, silent and sharp. When he succeeded, the corner of his mouth would curve into a faint smile, carrying a touch of seductive contempt.

Like a black panther taking lives in the night.

A person like that, a mercenary team like that-at worst, they could have taken a fortune and vanished into the city.

How could he end up naked, nearly dead in a back alley, like the lowest kind of streetwalker?

No… it seemed too hot around me…

And why had I suddenly become so emotional?

“Mm… ah!”

The body beneath my palm suddenly heated up, accompanied by a spasm that felt almost deathlike.

The scent of bitter chocolate burst outward like an explosion.

This male Omega had suddenly plunged into heat.