The Omega Attacked the Alpha - Chapter 12

A male Alpha dressed way too provocatively negative points.

Being an Alpha yet standing so close to an Omega without any self-awareness negative points.

Looks—negative points.

Height—negative points.

Expression—negative points.

With just a cursory glance, Fang Shixing failed every single one of Qin Zheng’s criteria. He could even smell a hint of Alpha pheromones in the air; they smelled like gunpowder.

Bad-smelling pheromones negative points.

Releasing pheromones near an Omega absolute maximum negative point.

Qin Zheng’s expression was ice-cold. If Song Tao were “Qin Tao” an Omega of the Qin family—an Alpha of this low caliber wouldn’t even have the right to stand in the same room as him.

When he looked at Song Tao, he felt his vision go dark. Song Tao’s current appearance was a world away from the person who had been standing before him recently. If they had passed each other on the street, Qin Zheng might not have even recognized him.

The boy had clearly been hanging around this level of Alpha and picked up all their bad habits.

He had reached a point where he needed to be reined in.

Song Tao, however, felt his eyes light up the moment he saw Qin Zheng. He noticed the Alpha had heavy dark circles under his eyes and looked thinner, exhausted, and haggard. Was he really that upset?

Had he spent the last two days skipping sleep and meals just to nurse a grudge?

Tsk.

What a petty Alpha.

Song Tao decided he needed to be more careful in the future to avoid accidentally annoying this “Old A” to death.

He chuckled inwardly, imagining Qin Zheng sulking all by himself. The mental image was just too entertaining.

While Song Tao was lost in thought, Fang Shixing and Qin Zheng had begun their formal confrontation.

Fang Shixing could tell Qin Zheng was not someone to be trifled with, but he was no ordinary man either. Alphas were naturally competitive. Instead of backing away from Song Tao, he reached out and grabbed the Omega’s arm.

Song Tao was wearing short sleeves. In the height of summer, only someone like Qin Zheng—who rarely stayed in places without air conditioning could pull off a full shirt and trousers.

As a result, Fang Shixing’s hand made direct contact with the Omega’s delicate skin. Even Fang Shixing was momentarily stunned by the sensation—it was so soft.

It made him want to never let go. He wanted to hold it, manipulate it, play with it, and perhaps even lick and nibble at it.

Just the thought was enough to make him grow hard.

Song Tao also grew hard—his fist, that is. He loathed the sticky, lingering touch of Alphas. However, the man was Su He’s boss. Su He came from a poor background; he worked to pay for his own tuition and living expenses while also sending money home. His life was difficult.

Song Tao didn’t want to add any more trouble to the life of that genuine, resilient “White Flower.” Even though he knew Su He wouldn’t blame him if he explained the situation.

He still couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He had ways to make Fang Shixing let go without using violence, but…

He stole a glance at Qin Zheng. He didn’t particularly want to act all submissive or manipulative with another Alpha right in front of him.

Fang Shixing snapped, “Who the hell are you? Who gave you the right to talk!”

He was incredibly arrogant.

Qin Zheng glanced at the hand gripping Song Tao before looking at Song Tao himself, trying to gauge their relationship. He knew they weren’t a couple, but there was a chance they were in the “flirting” stage.

Fang Shixing took a step across, partially shielding Song Tao with his body to block Qin Zheng’s view. “Get lost. My territory isn’t a place for you to act wild!”

He then turned his head to offer Song Tao a gentle word of comfort: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

He didn’t forget to take a little advantage, either, as his thumb suggestively brushed against a small patch of Song Tao’s arm.

Song Tao had reached his limit. He would just have to find Su He a new job.

He jerked his arm back with force. Caught off guard, Fang Shixing stumbled forward. Before he could regain his footing, a heavy kick slammed into his knee. His body buckled, and he dropped to the floor uncontrollably. As he looked up in agony at Qin Zheng—who had initiated the kick a solid punch from Song Tao landed square on his cheek.

Fang Shixing spat out a mouthful of blood as he knelt there. He looked up fiercely, only to find the cold muzzle of a gun pressed firmly against his forehead. Qin Zheng, holding the weapon with one hand, wasn’t even looking at him. He was looking at Song Tao, a flicker of surprised delight hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes.

Song Tao rolled his wrist and returned the gaze with a playful, upward tilt of his eyes.

Their coordination was still perfectly in sync.

Just like when they were kids.

Fang Shixing endured the pain and humiliation, his eyes darting between the two of them. He finally realized they knew each other.

“What do you think you’re doing!”

The bar’s security guards came rushing over, shouting before they even reached the scene. But they weren’t given a chance to show off. Qin Zheng’s bodyguard detail appeared, outnumbering them two-to-one. Their equipment was top-of-the-line, far superior to the electric batons and flimsy handguns the bar staff held.

The guards immediately went quiet, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Song Tao thought: Wow, what a scene. Honestly, Qin Zheng looks even hotter when he’s this composed in the middle of a mess.

The patrons who had started to peak out from their private rooms quickly pulled their heads back in, though their curiosity got the better of them. They left their doors cracked open just enough to eavesdrop.

Fang Shixing remained on his knees. He finally understood that this dangerous-looking young Alpha was someone he truly couldn’t afford to offend.

He had kicked a steel plate.

But he was used to acting tough. “What are you going to do? Shoot me if you have the guts.”

Song Tao had no doubt that Qin Zheng would pull the trigger. He was only curious about where this massive amount of anger was coming from. Fang Shixing hadn’t even touched Qin Zheng.

His doe-eyes searched Qin Zheng’s face for an answer, completely indifferent to whether Fang Shixing lived or died.

“Song… Song Tao…”

A soft, timid voice called his name. Song Tao turned to see Su He. He must have grown worried when Song Tao didn’t return and came looking for him. The petite Omega looked around fearfully at the tense scene, but eventually steeled himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to dash through the dense crowd of Alphas in the hallway.

Instead, the moment he started running, he tripped over an Alpha’s foot.

“Aah—!”

Su He lost his balance and pitched forward.

The Alpha responsible looked innocent, his eyes saying to his comrade: It wasn’t me, I didn’t do anything.

“Su He!” Song Tao lunged forward, catching the fragrant, soft Omega in his arms within two strides.

The two said in unison: “Are you okay?”

Immediately after, they spoke together again: “I’m fine.”

Then, they shared a knowing smile.

It was a beautiful, picturesque moment, but it was shattered by Fang Shixing’s scream. Song Tao looked back to see Qin Zheng’s red-soled black leather shoe grinding into Fang Shixing’s hand, looking like he intended to crush it into pulp.

Su He let out a small cry of fright before quickly covering his mouth. Song Tao patted his shoulder to comfort him and whispered, “Sorry, I probably just blew your job. But I promise I’ll find you a new one. Happy birthday—I’ll give you your gift at home. I have to go now.”

He let go of Su He and walked toward Qin Zheng.

Su He grabbed him, worried.

Song Tao gave him a playful wink. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

He approached Qin Zheng and reached out, his slender index finger hooking around the barrel of the gun pressed against Fang Shixing. He slowly, inch by inch, drew the muzzle toward himself.

His doe-eyes looked up at Qin Zheng. “Stop being angry. Let’s go get some food, okay? I’m hungry.”

His finger circled the cold, hard metal of the barrel with reckless abandon.

Qin Zheng stared at the restless hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he brushed Song Tao’s hand away. He spun the gun stylishly in his palm before holstering it.

He didn’t say a word, simply turning and walking away.

Seeing this, Song Tao pouted and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

What a temper. I’m not chasing him.

The next second, his collar tightened. “Get over here!”

Song Tao smugly took the opportunity to “roll” into Qin Zheng’s arms, only to be immediately shoved away.

“Qin Zheng, my friend is celebrating his birthday here. You beat up the boss; his party is pretty much ruined.”

Qin Zheng paused for a moment before calling over Guan Si and giving him some instructions. Then, he hauled Song Tao out of the bar.

Guan Si stood before Su He and handed him a card. “As compensation for your birthday party, this is a VIP card for ‘Cloud Heaven.’ You and your friends can go there instead. Everything is on the house.”

Su He’s jaw dropped. Cloud Heaven! It was one of the top three entertainment venues in Cyker City. It was members-only, and the entry fee alone was seven figures!

He had once applied for a waiter job there and didn’t even pass the interview!

Now he could go there for free?

Was this some kind of elaborate scam?

“Dye your hair back. You’re only allowed to wear one pair of earrings. Take out that lip ring—I’ll have a doctor come over and seal the hole.”

Inside the car, Qin Zheng issued his commands. Song Tao rolled his eyes; what kind of feudal patriarch was this?

“You want to be my dad?”

“Should I call you ‘Daddy’? Though if you want to be my father, you have to buy me buildings, luxury cars, jewelry, start a company for me, and give me money.”

Qin Zheng turned and scoffed. “Based on what you just said, you shouldn’t call me ‘Daddy.’ You should call me ‘Sugar Daddy.'”

Song Tao leaned against his shoulder, his vivid red lips parting. “Sugar Daddy~”

He dragged out the last word like a hook.

Qin Zheng’s features tightened instantly. Song Tao giggled, throwing out another line: “Call you ‘Daddy’ during the day, and make you ‘do it’ at night~”

The atmosphere heated up dangerously as their gazes clashed. Alarms were ringing. But a second before things could escalate further, the driver’s voice came through the cabin speakers: “Sir, we’re being followed by a convoy.”

As if to punctuate his words, gunfire erupted.

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