A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

The Inter-Academy Tournament was scheduled for next month.

Consequently, Yu Mianfeng spent practically every waking hour deeply embedded within the Yu clan’s private high-performance training facility.

Jiang Henggu maintained his unyielding, relentless daily routine of sending trivial digital chatter. Yu Mianfeng didn’t bother to explicitly blacklist his account, occasionally tossing back a word or two simply to fulfill his mandatory villainous directive to systematically humiliate and demoralize the Protagonist Gong.

— Mian: Do not bother me unless you are facing a life-threatening crisis. — Worthless Dog:  — Worthless Dog: Fine then 🙁

No further transmissions emerged from the opposing interface.

The Protagonist Gong’s systematic harassment campaign had visibly decelerated; he had likely calculated that he could extract absolute zero operational leverage from this specific vector.

Following the conclusion of another grueling combat simulation block, Yu Mianfeng directed his gaze toward the massive digital scoreboard erected outside the arena to log his performance metrics.

His coordinate sat immovably at the absolute summit a well-deserved First Place.

However, his sparring bracket today hadn’t featured any genuinely formidable combat entities. Because of this, Yu Mianfeng could easily deduce what manner of intense rhetorical warfare was currently raging across the academy’s hidden, anonymous digital forums to violently crucify his villainous persona.

Undoubtedly, the data feeds were saturated with passive-aggressive drivel like: “His combat grades are completely inflated,” or “His opponents are obviously holding back out of absolute terror of his family’s political weight.”

Yu Mianfeng retracted his gaze from the scoring array without a single shred of visible emotion. Squeezing the plastic mineral water bottle in his grip, he tilted his chin back and drained the contents in a single, fluid motion.

Where should he route his trajectory next…?

The temporary absence of the Protagonist Gong’s disruptive presence was a rare luxury.

He deeply treasured these tranquil operational windows.

I need to find an efficient secondary channel to cleanly expend my surplus physical energy. Yu Mianfeng calculated silently.

With features as cold as absolute ice, the surrounding student body instinctively parted like the Red Sea to stay entirely clear of his path.

He marched forward, systematically evaluating his potential options for the afternoon, when an uninvited entity abruptly materialized across his trajectory.

A towering, massive frame violently cut off the descending sunlight, casting a heavy shadow across the flooring directly ahead. Judging by the sheer geometric footprint of the silhouette, it belonged to an exceptionally robust Alpha.

Yu Mianfeng felt a wave of profound exhaustion. If the interloper turned out to be another relentless, unhinged suitor, he would be forced to deploy severe, highly necessary countermeasures.

If only Jiang Henggu were deployed here right now. the thought suddenly surfaced in his mind. That way, I could simply use him to neutralize this entity and rid myself of both nuisances simultaneously.

A thoroughly meaningless, hypothetical calculation.

Jiang Henggu belonged to an entirely separate academic department with a completely non-overlapping curriculum block; the man was currently locked inside an active lecture hall and could not be deployed to his side. Historically, the Protagonist Gong handled these specific interferences personally dragging any problematic Alphas into isolated alleys for brutal physical re-education. Thanks to the Protagonist Gong’s canonical combat cheat-codes, very few Alphas could survive a physical confrontation with him, granting Yu Mianfeng a pristine, highly peaceful environment.

Every operational asset carries its own unique risk-to-reward ratio, Yu Mianfeng reasoned.

The towering figure before him simply waited with absolute, unyielding patience.

Deducing that the newcomer was almost certainly another highly problematic variable, Yu Mianfeng’s brows snapped together, his expression instantly locking into a freezing, completely unapproachable barrier.

He lifted his eyelids with cold impatience, only to discover that the entity obstructing his path was actually Lu Wen’ang the youth he had crossed paths with just a few days prior.

The Protagonist Shou’s younger biological brother; his data core retained a clean record of his profile.

Lu Wen’ang had finally abandoned that structurally catastrophic leather outerwear, opting instead for an exceptionally thin, lightweight short-sleeved top. The intricate tattoo rippled across the contours of his heavily defined muscles; under the brilliant sunlight, the raw geometry of his biceps was stark and dripping with immense physical power.

His brow bone sat remarkably high, casting deep, dangerous shadows across his eyes. His entire ensemble screamed casual, unstudied rebellion an absolute embodiment of lawless defiance.

If this youth were to casually step across the threshold of the neighboring Omega-dominated departments, the resulting vocal hysteria would likely persist for several hours.

“Brother, am I permitted to address you as such? I simply feel that utilizing the title ‘Young Master Yu’ introduces a radically unnecessary level of distance between us… After all, we are bound to interface with extreme frequency in the future,” Lu Wen’ang murmured, a smooth smile playing across his lips.

He tilted his upper torso subtly forward, sending a sudden wave of crisp, sun-drenched vitality washing across the space resembling nothing short of a massive, perfectly domesticated canine displaying submission.

Is this a pheromone deployment?

Yu Mianfeng immediately dismissed the thought as a sensory hallucination. As a Beta, he was biologically incapable of registering Alpha pheromones.

“Mn,” Yu Mianfeng offered a perfunctory note of assent. Seeing as Lu Wen’ang was Lu Yibo’s biological sibling, adopting such a familiar term of address was structurally logical.

The youth was almost certainly executing this approach to aggressively harvest intelligence regarding the Yu clan.

Yu Mianfeng cut straight to the core of the matter: “The current calendar date does not align with the standard enrollment cycle.”

“Ah, because my academic evaluation scores sat at the absolute apex, the board executed an exceptional waiver for immediate enrollment”

With an immense display of unbothered familiarity, Lu Wen’ang casually looped an arm around the Beta’s shoulders. Simultaneous with the gesture, a wave of intense, scalding heat from the youth’s palm instantly penetrated Yu Mianfeng’s uniform.

The towering, athletic frame effectively enveloped his smaller structure, locking their bodies into a highly ambiguous, uncomfortably close proximity. The surrounding student body immediately locked their visual sensors onto the spectacle, their eyes wide with shock.

Lu Wen’ang remained entirely blind to the public reaction, unleashing a loud, booming laugh: “Brother Yu, do your current data logs permit some open free time? Allow me to escort you to an exceptionally entertaining coordinate…”

[INTERNAL ARCHIVE // NOCTURNAL REST // ANONYMOUS DEEP SUB-SECTOR]

【TOPIC】Where the hell is Simp Bro? Log in and explain this immediately!

OP: Jiang isn’t on the grid. Some completely unverified Alpha brat is aggressively clinging to the Princess, and he literally just escorted the Princess off-campus. Does anyone possess verified intelligence regarding his profile? [ATTACHED IMAGE: Lu Wen’ang with his arm hooked over Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder]

2L: Who? Escorted the Princess away? The Princess voluntarily tracked behind another human being?? Are you intentionally fabricating data to deceive the brotherhood? The Princess’s standard operational protocol for unauthorized proximity is a high-velocity fracture to the jaw.

3L: I refuse to process this as authentic data. It must be an active kidnapping scenario. The Princess harbors a severe, system-level hatred for the Alpha gender. Forcing me to accept this reality is functionally equivalent to execution. Haha.

4L: It’s merely a transport scenario, not an active hotel check-in. What exactly is driving this collective emotional breakdown?

5L: OP’s captured image was structurally incomplete. 4L, take a clean look at this secondary feed. [ATTACHED IMAGE: High-resolution zoom of Lu Wen’ang’s palm firmly gripping Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder muscle]

6L: What the actual fuck?! Where exactly does that absolute dog think he’s resting his hand?!

7L: Behold the fickle, hypocritical nature of humanity. 4L and 6L are confirmed to be the exact same user ID.

8L: EMERGENCY REPORT: Verified data secured. That specific Alpha appears to be the younger biological brother of the Princess’s nominal Omega fiancé. He’s a newly integrated transfer student currently processing his registration papers.

9L: An illegitimate lineage asset?

10L: Data suggests negative on that theory. He shares the exact same maternal and paternal lineage as the fiancé. He was simply exported to an external sector during his formative developmental cycles and wasn’t reared within the main estate. Secondary parameters remain heavily encrypted.

11L: This forum genuinely houses some terrifyingly high-tier intelligence operatives. How do you freaks extract this data?

12L: This digital sub-sector is literally my sole operational node for tracking high nobility dynamics.

13L: Wait… are you telling me there are actual authentic aristocrats actively lurking within this trash sub-sector?

14L: Massive quantities. Truly staggering numbers… The aristocracy is rigidly partitioned into strict tiers. A significant block of minor noble houses possesses absolute zero institutional clearance to even initiate a verbal exchange with the Princess in real space. For example, me.

15L: This is officially the closest the aristocracy and the civilian class have ever come to absolute institutional equality.

17L: Witnessing high-tier noble Alphas fail just as spectacularly at currying favor brings a profoundly therapeutic wave of comfort to my psychological systems.

21L: Can we systematically deconstruct why this collective insists on utilizing the designation “Princess”? The asset is visibly a male Beta.

25L: Because he is the absolute sovereign Princess that our Order of the i-Mian Knights is biologically mandated to protect for the remainder of our natural lives.

26L: Because he originates from the absolute apex clan. A premier mega-corporation heir whose physical proportions, while perfectly standard for the Beta demographic, appear remarkably compact, delicate, and utterly adorable when framed against a towering Alpha.

27L: Because of deep personal infatuation.

28L: Because we love torturing ourselves with impossible delusions.

30L: Because he sits so high in the stratosphere that neither you nor I could ever hope to touch his boots.

32L: Cease this explicit commentary immediately. If his clan executes a digital counter-strike to unmask our user logs, I am logging out and fleeing the jurisdiction instantly.

35L: This entire sub-sector was explicitly engineered for the sole purpose of collectively worshipping the Princess. What exactly are you pretending to hide at this stage? Drop the performance; every single soul here is fully aware of the operational directive.

37L: Seriously, where is Simp Bro? Historically, the exact microsecond a thread goes live, his unhinged essays manifest within three minutes.

38L: He’s likely moved off-line to locate the new transfer student for a lethal real-world duel.

41L: Simp Bro literally spends every single day crafting voodoo dolls of Jiang Henggu, executing all manner of dark, malicious hexes. Is this the real-world manifestation of his black magic?

42L: The curse clearly suffered a severe targeting error. How did his rituals manage to summon a completely different male entity to hijack the Princess?

44L: I can practically visualize him hyperventilating with absolute rage right now.

45L: Six months of grueling, unrequited digital labor only to have a random transfer student harvest the rewards. Simp Bro has officially entered a state of absolute, unhinged psychosis. Word on the street is he hasn’t managed to secure a single line of real-world dialogue with the Princess; he’s purely an subterranean, moisture-dwelling stalker.

46L: Who originally instructed him in the dark arts? I need to acquire those ritual specs immediately to see if I can systematically banish this new blond interloper.

48L: Give it a rest. Even if you successfully banish the entire Alpha retinue, how do you calculate overriding the legitimate Omega spouse?

49L: Drop the topic, brother. My internal systems are experiencing genuine physical chest pains right now. This agonizing reality of tracking an unapproachable deity is permanently suffocating my cognitive loops.

50L: I permanently operate under the assumption that these overly poetic Alpha accounts are actually being piloted by massive, two-meter-tall gym bros in real life.

51L: The exact microsecond a new spy-shot of the Princess drops, your lower anatomy instantly overrides your cognitive logic.

53L: I am genuinely curious if every single user in this sector shares this exact level of psychological degradation.

57L: Drop the fake innocent act. The security entry protocols for this specific sub-sector are restricted exclusively to verified Alphas. The identity verification screening alone locked my terminal down for an entire week.

61L: Take a clean look at the sub-sector’s header title.

62L: This forum represents the most aggressively fortified private sector on the net, precisely because the admin team is terrified of a regular, well-adjusted civilian accidentally stumbling into the breach.

69L: In the absence of Simp Bro’s unhinged, manic manifestos, this entire digital board is functionally devoid of entertainment value. Logging off.

70L: I genuinely fail to comprehend why this collective enjoys watching a digital hound descend into absolute psychological madness… though I admit I routinely utilize his updates as a primary source of amusement.

87L: LIVE FEED UPDATE: Eyewitnesses have logged the transfer student escorting the Princess into a high-performance open-top supercar at the main gates before burning rubber out of the perimeter.

88L: …? Where the hell is that dog Jiang?! Get out there and execute a high-velocity intervention!

…

Their final destination materialized as an illicit underground fighting arena.

The high-performance open-top supercar parked outside the academy gates belonged to Lu Wen’ang; its extreme design aesthetics had aggressively commanded the visual focus of a massive crowd.

The operational parameters defining the Yu clan’s professional chauffeurs were fundamentally disconnected from Lu Wen’ang’s driving methodology; the former prioritized absolute equilibrium and maximum structural comfort, while the youth pursued unadulterated velocity and raw adrenaline stimulation.

Yu Mianfeng monitored the gale-force winds whipping past his ears, slightly elevating his palm to track the airflow while casting a detached glance at the passing terrain, offering absolute zero verbal commentary.

The vehicle’s velocity was extreme. Coupled with the short distance, they breached the destination parameters with immense speed.

It appeared Lu Wen’ang had finalized a premium reservation far in advance; a formal reception detail immediately deployed to interface with them the exact microsecond the vehicle’s tires screeched to a halt.

Lu Wen’ang was the first to exit the cabin, casually running a hand through his wind-disheveled hair. He paid absolute zero attention to the greeting staff, marching directly to the passenger flank to personally bow his frame and open the door.

The ranking representative the venue’s General Manager covertly directed his visual sensors toward the opening cabin, his mind flooded with intense curiosity.

He had initially calculated that the passenger seat would house some thrill-seeking aristocratic Alpha, or perhaps a prized Omega partner brought along to witness the visceral display. He completely failed to predict that the entity stepping out of the low-slung chassis would be an exceptionally cold, aloof male Beta.

The newcomer exuded an immense, unmistakable aura of supreme nobility, clad in garments of extraordinary material wealth resembling a carefully shielded, ultra-elite young master brought out by an associate to experience the seedier elements of the world. The manager rapidly stepped forward to guide the two deeper into the facility.

Strands of black hair drifted across Yu Mianfeng’s shoulders, slightly disordered by the high-velocity transit. Yu Mianfeng didn’t possess the spare cognitive capacity to manage his appearance; his accelerated heart rate was still actively processing the raw thrill delivered by the extreme speed.

A critical operational question suddenly surfaced in his mind. Turning his head, he directed a flat inquiry toward Lu Wen’ang: “Do you possess a valid operator’s license?”

If his recollection of the canonical text served him correctly, despite the youth’s physical proportions completely masking the reality, he hadn’t crossed the legal threshold for adulthood established by interstellar law.

Lu Wen’ang’s massive frame stiffened instantly.

Though his mechanical handling of the vehicle was flawlessly executed and his racing metrics were elite, the immutable laws of the Federation restricted the issuance of an operator’s permit until an individual achieved a full eighteen years of age. He was precisely one week shy of his legal adulthood.

Lu Wen’ang’s features underwent a rapid, thoroughly embarrassed transformation as he offered a sheepish grin: “Negative… I am still roughly a week away from formal adulthood.”

Though Lu Wen’ang persistently addressed him as “Brother,” Yu Mianfeng’s subconscious processing systems had entirely filed the youth under the “Adult” demographic.

Lu Wen’ang’s structural height and sheer muscle mass were cartoonishly exaggerated occupying the exact same physical archetype as Jiang Henggu. This had automatically tricked his systems into assuming the youth was fully mature.

Lu Wen’ang extracted his dark sunglasses, peering down at the Beta with a wide smile, his golden irises gleaming brilliantly beneath the artificial lighting, his expression heavily saturated with a sense of immense, child-like guilt.

【You absolutely must not execute any illegal maneuvers targeting an underage asset. Maintain maximum physical distance from his coordinate immediately (^^) 】

「What structural correlation does his age have with my objective?」 Yu Mianfeng questioned internally, completely uncomprehending.

His lips parted slightly, but he ultimately desisted from articulating a verbal reprimand.

In any case, even if a severe security breach were to manifest on the field, the elite shadow security detachment of the Yu clan trailing closely behind would ensure zero physical harm could touch his person.

When it came to the absolute preservation of a high-tier asset’s physical integrity, no force in the sector executed operations better than the Yu family security detail.

The venue operated as a highly classified, subterranean blood-sport arena. The illumination lining the corridors flickered erratically clearly engineered to amplify a raw, lawless atmosphere. The moment they crossed the primary threshold, Yu Mianfeng immediately logged a massive cluster of intense, hyper-focused gazes locking onto his face.

Yu Mianfeng hadn’t calculated that the facility would house such a staggering density of human assets among whom he could clearly identify several faces he had previously cataloged within elite social circles.

So, this is where the young masters of the high aristocracy aggregate for collective entertainment. Yu Mianfeng mused. He had historically maintained a strict policy of absolute non-participation in such events. Only the primitive primary genders worshipped raw, biological violence at a genetic level.

Naturally, not every single entity present possessed the clearance to recognize Yu Mianfeng’s profile; a significant portion of minor noble houses lacked the institutional rank to ever secure an audience with his clan, making it impossible to map his face.

“Brother Lu! Bringing a fresh asset to the ring?” A cluster of unverified Alphas who lacked Yu Mianfeng’s data files caught sight of Lu Wen’ang’s entrance and immediately unleashed a wave of rowdy, provocative jeers.

An exceptionally bold Alpha, entirely mesmerized by the sheer aesthetic perfection of the Beta’s icy features, went so far as to let out a sharp, piercing wolf-whistle.

Boxing was an activity explicitly engineered for the raw venting of violent impulses, heavily laced with primitive dominance signaling. The entities who frequented this coordinate were universally massive, muscular Alphas or Betas; they practically never encountered an asset of Yu Mianfeng’s refined caliber.

Conversely, the subset of aristocrats who had successfully decoded Yu Mianfeng’s identity were instantly drenched in a cold sweat. They rapidly grabbed the sleeves of their oblivious peers, whispering frantic, heavily suppressed warnings.

Of all the entities in the star system to target with a joke, do not provoke the one being who can erase your family line by tomorrow morning.

Yu Mianfeng’s brows snapped into a sharp frown, his features plunging into a state of chilling, absolute detachment. Sensing the shift, the rowdy jeering across the room rapidly decelerated into absolute silence.

Yet, a massive volume of gazes remained glued to his frame. Distinct from the disciplined, repressed looks delivered by his academy peers, these visual vectors were significantly more raw, explicit, and carnally focused.

Yu Mianfeng paid them absolute zero attention.

Deep within the central arena, an active match was currently underway. Waves of deafening cheers echoed across the concrete architecture, interspersed with sharp whistles that slammed violently against the eardrums.

These acoustics operated like a high-concentration chemical catalyst designed to forcefully elevate human hysteria.

Human nature was stripped entirely bare within this coordinate.

They were swiftly escorted to the absolute premium coordinate in the house—an isolated, open-air VIP skybox.

The surrounding periphery was completely devoid of illumination, the deep shadow cleanly isolating them from those murky, low-tier gazes swirling across the stadium. A massive sea of hyper-stimulated eyes remained anchored either onto the blood-soaked canvas below or drifted toward their elevated platform.

The demographic dominating the stadium was overwhelmingly Alpha. Their sharp, pungent pheromones were completely unsuppressed, breaking free of the polite real-world filters to interweave into a suffocating, collective cloud merging with the visceral sound of fists shattering bone to drive the crowd into an absolute frenzy.

The two Alphas locked in combat on the central platform were trading savage blows; blood had already been drawn, yet neither entity showed a single shred of deceleration.

A high-tier server tapped lightly against the skybox door, stepping inside to deploy a selection of premium beverages and luxury items.

As the server carefully lowered a crystal fruit platter onto the table surface, his torso executed a subtle, intentional friction against Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder line.

Catching the absolute, freezing glare Yu Mianfeng directed toward his frame, the server’s entire muscular structure locked into absolute immobility. He rapidly executed a submissive retreat from the suite.

Below them, the combat on the primary platform had clearly transitioned into its absolute climax, the chaotic roar of the stadium escalating to a deafening volume. Every single combat asset deployed to the ring had finalized a formal life-and-death liability waiver; consequently, zero structural mechanisms existed to halt the unfolding butchery.

The chaotic, visceral scene on the canvas stood in absolute, stark contrast to the manic, hyper-stimulated crowd roaring beneath the rafters.

The predatory pheromones of the Alpha demographic were leaking into the atmosphere at a critical saturation point.

Though Yu Mianfeng was organically incapable of detecting the olfactory profile of the chemicals, his biological systems clearly registered an anomalous variable. Peeling back his uniform sleeve, he noted that the flawless skin coating his forearm had already begun to flash with a localized, highly irritated red rash.

The sheer concentration of pheromones in this specific coordinate is fundamentally toxic to my system.

“Are your current parameters demanding an alcoholic beverage or fruit juice?”

Lu Wen’ang turned around to inquire, his fingers gripping two crystal glasses containing unverified fluids of vivid coloration.

Yu Mianfeng retracted his gaze from the arena floor, directing a flat, chilling look dead into the youth’s eyes.

“I shall decline consumption. A minor system issue requires my attention; I am exiting the box temporarily.”

“Allow me to escort you—” Lu Wen’ang initialized the movement to push his massive frame up from the lounge seating.

“Negative.”

Left with zero operational vectors, the youth could only submissively drop his frame back onto the cushions with a visible pout.

The central corridor architecture should have been entirely devoid of human assets, seeing as the main event was currently active and the entire population was glued to the blood-sport canvas.

Yu Mianfeng located the primary sanitation facility. The architecture deployed here was entirely unisex, partitioned exclusively by standard structural stalls. Lowering his head, he executed a rapid, perfunctory cleansing of his hands under the tap.

Without a single shred of warning, a heavy, masculine vocal signature echoed from the space directly behind his frame.

“To think an asset of your immense caliber would actually materialize within a low-grade coordinate like this…?”

Droplets of water cascaded from his fingertips. With absolute zero alteration to his freezing expression, he smoothly extracted a premium paper towel to dry his hands before pivoting his frame around to confront the speaker.

The man possessed remarkably handsome, clean-cut aristocratic features, yet his wardrobe consisted of a pitch-black silk button-down paired with dark tailored trousers, his rolled sleeves exposing heavily muscled, vascular forearms resembling nothing short of an ultra-premium male model funded exclusively by a wealthy benefactor.

A cigarette dangled loosely from his lips with absolute zero regard for formal decorum. Catching the immediate, freezing glare Yu Mianfeng directed at the tobacco, he instantly let out a deeply apologetic, fluid smile, a complex web of murky emotions flashing across his dark irises: “My deepest apologies.  I completely decoupled from the data log that you harbor a severe distaste for the scent of tobacco.”

“Identify your asset profile,” Yu Mianfeng demanded, his brows locking into a sharp frown.

His memory banks contained absolute zero historical records matching this individual’s face.

“Ke Cheng. I operate within the sovereign framework of the Military Department, though it is mathematically logical that you wouldn’t possess my profile within your active directory. You maintain a clean record of Yuan Hechu, correct? I fulfill the role of his primary Adjutant.”

Yu Mianfeng’s cognitive systems rapidly retrieved the name. He was a secondary, tertiary-tier peripheral asset archived within the original novel’s text.

The Ke clan belonged to the high aristocracy, yet Ke Cheng despite his high-ranking military commission had consistently maintained a highly ambiguous, non-aligned ideological stance, constantly navigating the murky grey zones separating the noble houses and the civilian resistance factions. He was a radical departure from the textbook righteousness defining the Second Male Lead.

He operated as Yuan Hechu’s absolute closest personal confidant, frequently deployed to execute critical, off-the-record communications. Beneath that flawless, hyper-polished exterior lurked an exceptionally volatile, highly dangerous psychological architecture.

This specific Alpha’s private persona was canonically classified as razor-sharp, deeply cynical, and intensely moody. Yu Mianfeng found it thoroughly illogical that such an asset would actively initiate contact with him today.

Ke Cheng unleashed a low, elegant smile, taking a slow pull from his cigarette as he forcefully attempted to suppress a violent, looming riot within his own Alpha pheromone levels. Only a few moments prior, inside the isolation of a private stall, he had personally injected a high-concentration pheromone suppressant yet the medical fluid had seemingly failed to secure a clean lockdown, and that dark, predatory restlessness was already beginning to coil back up his spine.

The Beta’s intensely perplexed, uncomprehending gaze locked onto his frame.

In that exact microsecond, Ke Cheng experienced a sudden, profound cognitive breakthrough regarding why every single dominant Alpha in the capital was ready to slaughter each other simply to capture this youth’s focus.

Being pinned down beneath that freezing, absolute scrutiny was an unspeakably exhilarating sensation.

Ke Cheng stared down at the youth before him, his lips curling into a smooth, dangerous smile: “I have been processing highly detailed intelligence reports regarding your legendary persona for an exceptionally long duration.”

What an absolute stroke of perfect operational timing.

“Routing your trajectory into a lawless coordinate of this nature… are you currently executing a covert infidelity script behind your fiancé’s back?”

Ke Cheng tilted a sharp brow: “The sheer volume of external Alpha pheromones clinging to your garments is remarkably high… Some predatory Alpha was sitting uncomfortably close to your coordinate just a moment ago.”