Sir, Room Service

Ten o'clock at night.

Exactly one hour had passed since the cigarette Li Mao had scrounged in the alleyway went out.

A gentle knock sounded on the door of room B1306 at the Green Woods Hotel.

"Knock, knock!"

"Hello, room, room service."

Wan Fuqi, who had just been about to take off his hearing aid to rest, felt his gaze darken at the sound coming from outside.

He lightened his footsteps as he walked to the door, bent down, and leaned toward the peephole.

Standing in the hallway was a handsome young man with long, light-gold hair, dressed in a Green Woods Hotel room attendant uniform.

It was a face that was hard to forget, but at the same time, it made Wan Fuqi even more certain that he had not seen this young man during the two days he had stayed at the Green Woods Hotel.

Wan Fuqi did not open the door, but replied from behind it: "I didn't call for room service. You have the wrong room."

The young man outside froze at these words, took a step back, and looked up at the room number above the door.

He took out his phone, snapped a picture of the room number, and then looked down to type, seemingly checking with someone.

Soon, he put his phone away and resumed his professional smile.

"Sir, I just, just checked with the front desk. I didn't, didn't have the wrong room. B1306, reporting a water pipe repair."

After saying this, the young man even lifted the toolbox in his hand and gave it a shake, proving the credibility of his words.

Wan Fuqi was completely unmoved. "The pipes aren't broken."

Li Mao's smile did not falter. "It, it might be a leak in a hidden spot."

Wan Fuqi straightened his back, his tone cold. "Then come back tomorrow during the day. I'm going to rest."

"Sir, for your safety and stay experience, you, you should really let me in to take a look. I'm just checking for leaks. It'll be, be very quick."

"It's fine. I'll call the front desk to explain the situation. You won't be held responsible if anything goes wrong."

The other party's vigilance was indeed stronger than Li Mao had anticipated, but the situation was still within his control.

Li Mao's eyes curved into crescents: "Sir, please cooperate with our, our work. We have to take photos of all historical repair records and write, write reports. The front desk can't speak for us to our leaders. Just let me in to take a photo, that'll, that'll be it."

Wan Fuqi had originally thought that since he had only arrived in Willow City two days ago and kept a low profile, he shouldn't be courting any trouble.

But now he knew he was wrong.

He didn't go looking for trouble, but trouble had come knocking on his door.

Wan Fuqi didn't reply to the person outside anymore, but turned around, intending to use the hotel phone to contact the front desk.

If it really was a plumber, then he would let the hotel staff call him back.

If it wasn't a plumber, then he would have the hotel send someone up to investigate the situation.

Although the young man outside looked harmless and wore an innocent expression, he wasn't a fool.

Who knew what might be hidden in a blind spot? In this situation, standing his ground was the best choice.

Just as Wan Fuqi turned around, the young man's voice came from outside the door again.

The cheerful, rising cadence was laced with a chill.

"Sir, you are making, making it very difficult for me..."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of a room card unlocking the door with a "beep" echoed through the room.

Before Wan Fuqi could react, with a "bang," something seemed to be shot into his back.

Immediately following, his body spasmed instantly under the effect of a high-voltage pulse, and his mind plunged into a dizzying blur.

It wasn't until he fell heavily to the floor that Wan Fuqi regained a bit of consciousness.

A pair of white canvas shoes stepped into his now incredibly narrow field of vision.

This time, the handsome young man's voice appeared in his ears without any obstruction.

"Sir, I said it before. You, you being uncooperative like this makes it very difficult for me."

After this sentence, the hearing aid in Wan Fuqi's right ear malfunctioned due to the electric shock, and his world was suddenly plunged into a terrifying silence.

The handsome blond youth did not speak again; instead, he locked the room door, squatted down, and took a rope designed for rock climbing out of the toolbox he had brought.

Li Mao grabbed Wan Fuqi by the collar, dragged the temporarily incapacitated man to a chair with a backrest, and skillfully used professional knots to secure him to the chair with his hands behind his back.

Although the moment he opened the door and saw the man's back, which was a head taller than his own, he had been shocked that this Omega stood over 1.9 meters tall.

But when it came to dragging him, he couldn't help but marvel again at what this Omega had been fed growing up—not only taller than himself, an Alpha, but also built with solid muscle.

Looking at him, his build didn't seem exaggerated, but it was all real muscle; it wasn't until he got his hands on him that he realized how heavy this Omega was.

He was someone who deadlifted 120kg daily, yet even he found the maneuvering a bit strenuous.

He finally understood why that guy had warned him not to let his guard down and to bring some gear to the meeting.

If not for the element of surprise, taking down someone with this physique might have cost him more trouble.

To be safe, Li Mao pulled the knots as tight as he could, not stopping until the man's arms had turned pale and lost their color.

Because Wan Fuqi couldn't hear any sound at this moment, he didn't initiate any conversation with Li Mao to stall for time.

Except for a trace of panic when he was first ambushed by Li Mao, he remained excessively calm for the rest of the time.

He simply stared at Li Mao, who was constantly moving, with a gloomy expressionless face, his eyes never leaving him.

Li Mao ignored the gaze of the Omega tied to the chair, which looked as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Humming a little tune, he picked up a glass in the room and filled it with some water.

Then, he took the bag of unnamed white powder out of his toolbox.

Li Mao, who was just about to dump the entire contents into the glass, stopped his action in time.

After lowering his eyes to look at the bag of powder for a moment, he only poured half into the cup.

In this day and age, anyone who believed whatever they were told was a fool.

Not to mention that he didn't know if that guy had hidden anything regarding the drug's potency.

Just looking at how Omegas were generally delicate and pampered—able to be shaken by the slightest sound—the fact that this one was tall and strong didn't prove his physical constitution was truly invincible.

What if the dosage was too strong and the person just died right there?

He only took money for drugging him, not for disposing of a body.

Li Mao's black-market workshop didn't have any food safety regulations; he extended a finger and stirred the glass casually.

Seeing that the powder had mostly dissolved, he took the spiked water and turned toward the Omega, who was tied to the chair and could only use his eyes to slice him apart over and over again.