How Is Puppy Here?

He woke after a good sleep.

It was already past mealtime.

Wan Ying pushed himself up, picked up his phone, and saw several unread messages.

How had he slept so deeply?

It had to be the blanket's fault. The floral scent was too strong, as if it had a hypnotic effect.

With a cold expression, Wan Ying flung off the blanket with force, as though venting his frustration.

He washed his face with cold water to stay awake. After freshening up, he changed into clean clothes and went downstairs.

Wan Ying went downstairs.

Following the location his teammates had given him, he arrived at the field.

Two groups had gathered there, competing and fooling around with each other.

He walked over and stood to the side to watch.

The Tribe's person in charge greeted him first. "Director Wan, you're here. Are you hungry? I already told the cafeteria to save you a meal."

"No need. Thank you."

Wan Ying's face was cold, irritation filling his eyes as he rolled his wrists.

Something was off. Why had he become increasingly sleepy since coming here?

He hated losing control. Could his heat have come early?

It had only happened two days ago. That was absolutely impossible. So what exactly was wrong with his body?

Drowsiness, loss of appetite... Was he overthinking things?

Maybe... it was just because he was unfamiliar with this new environment.

One match ended.

The two groups gathered together, seemingly plotting something.

The next second, they split into two teams.

And started playing basketball.

"Bro, come on over. Play with us."

Wan Ying gently shook his head in refusal. He did not like this sort of activity.

He had no passion for it. He preferred reading.

"I'm surprised your executive officer reads books on law."

It was just casual conversation.

The person in charge nodded. "Our executive officer does like reading all kinds of books, especially ones about law. He says that only by learning the law can you learn how to be a good person. Every week, he pays out of pocket to hire foreign teachers to teach us."

Wan Ying's gaze froze slightly.

That guy was so kind-hearted? Good people were rare these days.

"Seems your executive officer is very good. He's quite responsible toward you."

Who would not be happy when someone praised their own boss?

The person in charge switched into chatterbox mode and began vividly recounting past events.

"Our executive officer is an amazing person. Don't be fooled by how fierce and strict he can be sometimes. He takes full responsibility for us and never plays favorites."

"Even when we encounter danger during missions, he leaves the chance to escape to us and faces the danger alone."

"He's the boss we respect most. Everyone respects him deeply."

"Director Wan, you may not know this, but once, when we went out on a mission, our boss nearly got bitten to death by a wild beast while saving a rookie who had just joined the Tribe. His entire shoulder was slashed open."

"But that guy had no conscience. Not only did he betray the Tribe and our boss, he even sold our internal information to the Mercenary Nation..."

Halfway through, he suddenly realized he had said too much.

"Sorry, Director Wan. Once I get talking, I tend to go on forever."

Wan Ying was unusually patient.

Perhaps because he was hearing something that interested him, he was especially patient.

He had not expected that foul-mouthed guy to be so responsible.

The others kept playing endlessly, but he had no interest in watching them.

After informing the person in charge, he wandered around alone.

He walked aimlessly, without any particular direction.

Before he knew it, he had arrived before a row of white rooms.

Every door was locked, as if they hid unknown secrets within.

He stepped closer.

He could hear fighting sounds coming from inside.

Was someone in there?

He recalled the person in charge saying that their executive officer was often locked in a room to train alone.

For some reason, a powerful thought arose in him. Perhaps the person he had always wanted to see was behind this door.

Wan Ying stared at the half-open door. A faint scent of pheromones drifted through the crack.

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stepped back.

This S-rank Alpha's pheromones were highly aggressive.

Having noticed his presence, they had launched an attack first.

Starting a fight on someone else's turf would not be good.

Wan Ying withdrew his gaze and turned back.

He had no interest in causing trouble here.

Whoever was locked inside had nothing to do with him.

As the saying went, curiosity killed the cat.

He followed a small path, strolling slowly along.

After walking for a while,

he passed an open-air billiards hall.

He sat on a stone block beside it to rest.

The people here seemed far more energetic than those in the Law District.

They were not the same type. The people in the Law District seemed more old-fashioned and mature.

Wan Ying fiddled with his phone as a figure surfaced in his mind.

He wondered how his Puppy was doing. Was he alive or dead? Or had he found a new owner and was now obediently wagging his tail?

A thought of regret surfaced. He should not have thrown Puppy away.

He had not gotten tired of playing with him yet. There were so many things he had not had the chance to do before he had carelessly left him by the roadside.

What a waste of twenty million gold coins.

His vacation was gone, and now he had come here to suffer as a teacher.

Why had nothing been going smoothly lately?

After teaching for three days, he had not encountered that guy again, nor had the book he had been thinking about appeared again.

Until he got into the business car.

The Tribe where he had lived gradually disappeared from his life.

A group of people stood at the entrance, waving goodbye to them.

Wan Ying could see them clearly through the car window.

The car slowly drove away.

The figures gathered at the entrance grew blurrier and blurrier.

Wan Ying lifted the curtain and looked outside once more.

For a moment just now, had he seen a familiar face among the crowd?

How could his Puppy be here?

Wan Ying lowered the curtain, feeling strangely lost. He had probably imagined it.

On the way back, everyone was excited.

"Bro, the food here was seriously delicious. Can we apply to the higher-ups and get a new chef too?"

"It really was good, but stop dreaming. We probably can't afford one."

"I've spent three months' salary over the past few days. My heart hurts."

"I bought a lot of things too. Look at my huge backpack—it's stuffed full."

"I bought quite a bit too. I'm planning to take it back and share it with those wailing brats."

"Hehe, I'll secretly tell you all something. Yesterday, I bought a huge bag of seafood too. The seafood here is really cheap. When we get back, I'll treat you all to hairy crabs."

Wan Ying sat to the side, listening to their chatter.

His book... He probably would never see it again in this lifetime.

He wondered if there would be another chance to fight that guy. When the time came, he could ask whether he could borrow the book for a few days.

If it had been in anyone else's hands, he could have used money or any other means to get it.

But it happened to be with that foul-mouthed, disgusting thing.

That guy could not bear meeting him without mocking him twice.

Just an Alpha...

Wait, if he marked the other party...

The thought emerged and was instantly cut off.

Forget it. He did not have the energy for that.

The car was halfway there.

Wan Ying's expression changed slightly.

Then, with a loud BANG,—

Just as the car was about to tip over, Wan Ying kicked open the window and jumped out.

He released powerful pheromones and held up the car with his bare hands.

The accompanying personnel reacted and jumped through the windows one after another to join him.

Pebbles beneath their feet rolled down toward the cliff behind them.

"Fuck, what's going on? How did the car even flip over?"

"Where's Fifth? Is he still in the car?"

"Bro, are you okay? Your hand is bleeding."

Wan Ying glanced at the wound on his wrist. He must have scraped it accidentally when breaking the window.

"I'm fine. Don't get distracted. Hurry up and set the car upright."

The driver was only a Beta without much ability.

Working together, they barely managed to right the car.

With the heavy task done, everyone leaned against the car and let out sighs of relief.

"Whew, that scared me to death. I thought we were going to get shoved off the cliff."

"Bro, you reacted so fast. I didn't even know what was happening."

"Director, the wound on your hand is pretty deep. I have emergency hemostatic bandages in my bag..."