Driven Mad by Longing

"Damn bastard. He actually dared hurt my master. He must be tired of living."

Bian He appeared at a private club and followed the scent to a private room.

He could hear some sounds coming from inside through the door.

Having fun, were they? Did they think victory was already theirs?

How many Omegas were in there?

Bang!

Bian He kicked the door open, successfully interrupting them.

They were frightened half to death,

and somewhat disgusted.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you barge into someone else's private room? Get out! Can't you see I'm busy?" The man hurriedly picked up his clothes from the floor and threw them on haphazardly.

Disgusting.

Light blue pupils kept surfacing.

The instant Bian He raised his hand, a rope dropped into his grasp.

"Tell me, then. How do you want to die? I can grant your wish."

His utterly crushing pheromones completely suppressed him.

"Save... save me..."

"Save..."

The Alpha flailed his arms, trying to seek help from the Omegas.

The frail Omegas had already huddled together in terror. How could they spare any thought for anyone else?

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

His neck was forcibly snapped.

In this era of absolute strength, laws were merely restraints. Self-restraint was what truly allowed one to survive.

If someone insisted on courting death, they could not blame anyone else.

They could only blame themselves.

Bian He left the private room and smiled at the several Omegas curled into a ball.

"You should leave quickly. He died from a sudden violent illness. Don't let yourselves catch some virus."

The Omegas felt as though a burden had been lifted. Bent over and trembling, they left the room.

Bian He stood on the rooftop terrace of the club. Looking down at the scenery below from such a height felt wonderful.

He liked standing high above, looking down on everything.

Wan Ying's initial fondness would not allow him to be too strong.

Did he like weakness? No.

Even if Wan Ying did, he would make him change that preference.

Besides, the one who understood him best had to be Little G.

And the most loyal one had to be Puppy.

But if Wan Ying refused to behave, he would get angry too.

If Wan Ying saw him injured, would he still be willing to take him home?

Bian He conjured a deck of cards from thin air. Pinching one between two fingers, he tossed it into the air again and again. The sound of it slicing through the sky was exceptionally pleasing.

All fifty-four cards missed. Not a single one remained.

His hand was empty.

What now? He had no cards left.

Bian He took a long stride and stood on the edge of the rooftop.

The higher he stood, the colder the wind that met him, and the more refreshing it felt.

His messy bangs were blown upward, revealing his beautiful forehead.

The silver Bite Guard glimmered faintly in the night.

He opened his mouth slightly, a hint of a smile curling his lips.

"Wan Ying... I miss you so much."

I miss you so much I'm going crazy. Did you like the gift I gave you? You gave the book to Master R, so what will you use to repay me?

Bian He closed his eyes, completely concealing those light blue pupils.

He spread his arms.

His body plummeted rapidly.

He lightly lifted his index finger, letting strands of pheromones spill out.

The sensation of rapid weightlessness was wonderful, as if a pair of hands were tightly gripping his heart.

Making his pheromones spill out without end.

What should he do?

This was still far from enough.

Bang!

The dormitory door was violently slammed open.

"Fuck, this is huge news! Guys, stop sleeping!"

With another loud bang, the dormitory door was thrown open.

Several late sleepers were woken by the noise.

Their morning tempers flared. "He Laowu, are you sick? Disturbing people's sweet dreams so early in the morning."

"Laowu, are you having an episode? Could you keep it down? I was fucking dreaming about finding money, and you scared me awake."

"Bro, I had it worse than you. I was dreaming that my goddess confessed to me. I was just about to say yes when I woke up."

He Laowu set the bowl of spicy noodles in his hand on the dining table, dragged over a chair, and sat down.

He said excitedly, "Guys, don't be mad yet. Listen to me first. The gossip I'm about to tell you today is absolutely something you'd never expect. It's epic, explosive news—the kind that'll make you laugh so hard you won't know which way is up."

After a wild string of exaggerated hype,

he successfully stirred everyone's curiosity.

"What happened? Hurry up and tell us. Stop keeping us in suspense."

"You've got five seconds. Spill it."

Under the barrage of questioning,

He Laowu twisted open his drink, took a sip, and cried out.

"Shen Qiao is dead. I heard he died horribly."

The moment the words fell, it was like a bomb had hit the ground.

After a brief silence,

"Xiao Wu, did you skip breakfast this morning? What bullshit are you talking about? That guy could die?"

"I saw him perfectly fine on the field yesterday. How could he be dead? Is the news wrong?"

"That guy values his life like crazy. He picks fights every day, all so he can replace the director. Why would he be willing to report to Yama ahead of schedule?"

The others threw off their blankets and got up, complaining as they dressed.

He Laowu nodded. "When I first heard the news, I didn't believe it either. But I saw the photos. It was a miserable death—his whole body was covered in blood. He was crushed by pheromones until his body exploded."

"Do you think he offended someone? I've always said you can't be too arrogant, or you'll get struck by lightning. Well, there you have it. Karma got him."

He made it sound utterly convincing.

The others crowded around the phone and looked at the gruesome photos in the album.

It really was the Shen Qiao they knew.

"Damn, how did he just up and die? Did heaven finally open its eyes?"

"This is what they mean by people acting while heaven watches. If you do immoral things, naturally you won't meet a good end."

Wan Ying came by to inspect the dorms and happened to hear those words.

Shen Qiao was dead.

How was that possible?

Crushed by pheromones until his body exploded.

Shen Qiao was an S-rank Alpha. To suppress him completely, had another Enigma appeared?

With those thoughts in mind, he went to the club where it had happened.

He asked the club manager, but there was no surveillance footage. Even the cameras themselves had been taken away.

He stood before the bar, considering the possibility that Shen Qiao had been murdered.

A voice of accusation sounded behind him.

"I know it was you. You were the one who killed our Deputy Director Shen."

Wan Ying's gaze turned cold as he looked back at the stranger.

The man wore the uniform of their Elite Law District.

Had he come to avenge Deputy Director Shen?

"Slander is a serious crime. Do I need to teach you that? You say your deputy director was killed by me. Where is your evidence? If you can't produce any, I'll personally take you to the interrogation room and teach you how to study the law."

His words were light, yet carried an authority that needed no anger.

"I... I have no evidence..." The accuser went pale with fright, lowering his head and not daring to say another word.

Wan Ying tugged at the corner of his lips, finding him even more contemptible.

With that much courage, he still dared step forward.

What an idiot.