The Heartless Alpha Just Wants to Follow the Plot - Chapter 64

Su Mo clutched her abdomen and took a deep breath. Her dark eyes fixed on Major Song, and she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I really, truly hate being ganged up on.”

She despised this kind of “strength in numbers” behavior. It often forced her to use more power than intended, which tended to lead to accidents. But today, she had to go all out. She had no intention of being hauled away by these people to face whatever “treatment” they had in store.

“How much longer are you going to wait?” she called out suddenly. “Are you planning to just collect my corpse?”

The moment she finished speaking, the front door was kicked open. Seven or eight Alphas in casual clothing strolled in, rubbing their heads and grinning as they switched off their communicators.

“We caught your heroic display on camera, Boss,” the lead Alpha smirked. “Don’t worry, we’ve already edited the photos. We’ve made sure you look as pathetic and battered as possible.”

Major Song: “…”

He narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping to a chill. “Where did you people come from?”

These men had been stationed here by the Old Master ever since Qiu Fu moved in. Disguised as ordinary residents, they had blended into the neighborhood perfectly. No one pays much attention to a new tenant in a busy complex. They had reacted the moment Major Song surrounded the building, knowing something was wrong.

They had actually contacted Su Mo the moment she arrived, telling her not to be reckless. But Su Mo knew that if she didn’t walk into the trap, Major Song might target Tan Ya instead and she couldn’t let her mission fail. She hadn’t endured this much just to lose at the finish line.

The Alphas and Su Mo had struck a deal: she would go in first, and they would storm the place once she gave the signal. One way or another, they weren’t letting Major Song take her.

The lead Alpha cracked his knuckles and loosened his belt with a smirk. “You don’t need to know where we’re from. All you need to know is that today, you aren’t taking anyone.”

Major Song sneered. “Bold words for someone daring to snatch a prisoner from the Military.”

The man shrugged. “Snatch? Do you have a warrant? A written report approved by your superiors? You have nothing. You broke into a private residence to kidnap a citizen, and you have the nerve to talk about ‘the Military’? You should’ve spent more time in school and less time acting like a thug. Don’t blame others for being smarter than you.”

Major Song’s face turned ashen with rage. “Then let’s see if your strength matches your mouth.”

The man laughed dismissively. “I actually look down on you. Aside from hiding behind your subordinates, you’ve got nothing.”

Enraged, Major Song lunged. The Alpha met him head-on, and the living room erupted into a chaotic brawl. Before the lead Alpha fully engaged, he caught Su Mo’s eye. Understanding the signal, she opened the door and slipped into Tan Ya’s room.

Inside, the scent of Tan Ya’s pheromones was thick enough to be suffocating. As an Alpha herself, Su Mo was acutely sensitive to this aggressive, burgeoning scent. She realized Tan Ya was on the verge of a successful differentiation and it was going to be a high-level one.

Alphas are naturally territorial, and the presence of another Alpha during differentiation can trigger an instinctive attack. Su Mo stayed by the door, keeping a respectful distance as she waited for the process to conclude.

The subtle presence of Su Mo’s own pheromones acted as a catalyst. Sensing a “threat” in her territory, Tan Ya’s subconscious pushed her differentiation into overdrive.

Boom!

A violent surge of SS-grade mental power exploded from the girl, sweeping through everyone in the vicinity. Su Mo, standing directly in the path of the wave, merely crossed her arms and watched with a stoic expression.

Tan Ya’s mental power had been suppressed by Major Song’s isolator, which, combined with the volatility of differentiation, had created a pressure cooker effect. Between that suppression and the stimulation of Su Mo’s presence, Tan Ya’s power finally erupted, shattering the isolator’s limits in a single blast.

As the restriction broke, Su Mo felt her own breathing grow easier. However, she noted grimly that the ability to suppress an SSS-grade individual even temporarily spoke volumes about the power of the person backing Major Song.

Tan Ya snapped her eyes open and sat up abruptly. Her violent mental energy sought to crush the other Alpha in the room, only to realize it was Su Mo.

She froze. “Sister Su?”

Why was she here? Then, the mixed pheromones of the men outside reached her, and she frowned. Why were there so many people?

Seeing that the differentiation was a success and the mental shackles were broken, Su Mu gave a small, approving smile. “Well done.”

Tan Ya’s eyes lit up instantly. Sister Su praised me! The girl practically beamed, the presence of the enemies outside completely forgotten in her excitement.

With the restrictions gone, Su Mo opened the door to leave. Before closing it, she looked back with a soft smile. “Wait here for a moment. Don’t come out.”

Tan Ya nodded obediently. “Okay.”

Su Mo’s smile vanished the moment she stepped back into the hallway. The air around her turned frigid.

“Ambushing me, targeting my people, and trying to tear down the Su family, hmm?” she mused, her voice low and dangerous. “I wonder what gave you such confidence. Was it your little isolator? Or the ‘big shot’ hiding in the shadows, too cowardly to show their face?”

Su Mo released a crushing wave of mental power. Major Song’s entire body stiffened, allowing the lead Alpha to land a brutal kick that sent him flying into the corner.

He crashed against the wall and struggled to his feet, clutching his stomach. “No matter what you say I won’t talk. Don’t even try.”

Su Mo’s smile widened, but her eyes remained cold. “I like this arrogant version of you. I hope you can keep it up in a minute.”

“Gah!”

Major Song felt an invisible force seize his throat, lifting him. He clawed at the air before realizing this was mental suppression. He was only a B-rank; he stood no chance against Su Mo’s SSS-grade power. If she wanted him dead, it would take a mere thought.

“I am a member of the Military,” he wheezed.

Major Song’s face flushed a deep crimson, then faded to an ashen blue. He looked to be in excruciating pain.

Su Mo casually tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and sauntered toward him. She stopped just inches away, a smile on her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. “Illegal entry into a private residence, unauthorized deployment of troops against civilians, I haven’t accused you of anything you didn’t do, have I?”

“Tell me, if the person backing you knew you were being treated like this, would they be willing to blow their cover for your sake?”

“Do you think your position is actually that important?”

As Su Mo spoke, Major Song’s struggles intensified. Yet, trapped by the sheer weight of her mental power, he was paralyzed, forced to endure whatever torment Su Mo saw fit to inflict.

Watching him, Su Mo’s eyes remained void of emotion, as if she were handling a mundane, everyday chore.

“Tell me, when your patron sees you returning empty-handed, how will they react? Will they think you’ve betrayed them?”

Her voice was soft, but each word struck Major Song like a heavy hammer, nearly crushing his resolve.

“I truly loathe self-righteous people like you,” she continued. “Always lording a tiny bit of power over others, relentlessly tormenting those beneath you.”

If she hadn’t come today, Tan Ya’s differentiation would have failed. If she had been anyone else, if her mental power had been even a fraction lower, or if she had come alone and unprepared she would have been abducted by these men.

Who knows what they would have done? Perhaps she would have been vivisected, or subjected to a lobotomy to turn her into a mindless puppet. Or maybe they would have harvested her genes to create a fleet of artificial clones. Whatever the fate, every scenario ended in agony.

Staring at the killing intent radiating from Su Mo, Major Song realized for the first time that when some people have nothing left to fear, they treat the ebbing of a life with this kind of terrifying, cold indifference.

Wait, was that the same look I had in my eyes just a moment ago?

As oxygen drained from his lungs, Major Song felt his chest burning as if it were about to explode. Would he really die here, at Su Mo’s hands? For a moment, he wasn’t so sure.

Of course, Su Mo had no intention of killing him now and leaving a trail of evidence for her enemies. Just as he was on the verge of suffocating, she relaxed her mental grip slightly, allowing him to gasp for air.

“Ha, cough, ha.”

“Ha, wheeze.”

“You.” Major Song didn’t understand why she had stopped. She had been so aggressive, so ready to crush the life out of him.

“You want to die now?” Su Mo gave a thin smile. “You’re too young. You’re dreaming.”

She grabbed Major Song’s hand and used his fingerprint to unlock his terminal. His eyes widened, his breathing turning shallow and frantic. He tried to resist, but her mental power pinned him down like a lead weight; he couldn’t even twitch a finger.

“Is it this one?”

She tapped on his recent contacts, only to find the log completely wiped. She chuckled. Of course, nobody leaves a paper trail in plain sight.

So, she unbuckled his terminal bracelet, exposing the skin beneath. There sat a small, inconspicuous mole. It didn’t look natural; it looked like a surgical addition. Drawing from the experience of the many characters she had portrayed, she knew immediately that this was a red flag.

The moment the mole was exposed, Major Song’s breathing shifted again—a frantic, panicked rasp. He was terrified of this thing being found. No one would have suspected that something was hidden beneath the skin, right under the terminal itself.

She produced a small blade and made a quick incision. Under Major Song’s horrified gaze, she pried a tiny chip no larger than half a fingernail from beneath his skin.