What Should I Do?

The man instantly released even more oppressive pheromones, furious at those words.

"Fuck! I hate it most when people say my pheromones stink. This is the unique charm of a man. What the hell would an Omega like you know?"

"Of course, I'll make sure you're completely stained by this scent later. You'll become more and more addicted to my smell until you can't leave me anymore."

As he spoke, he gradually drew closer, and the pheromone scent grew stronger.

The eye-stinging smell of onions made every breath a torment.

"Well? Doesn't it smell wonderful? Once I mark you, let's see how smug you'll be. Won't you still end up kneeling on the ground and begging me for a little pheromone comfort?"

"Seeing as you're so beautiful, I'll reluctantly mark you. Don't worry, it won't be a permanent mark. You're not worthy of that."

"If I sell you to those customers, I'll definitely make a fortune."

As the man spoke, he seemed to have already imagined what was about to happen.

Countless gold coins were beckoning to him. Who could resist such temptation?

Too immersed in his own fantasies, he failed to notice that the frail Omega had not been affected by his pheromones at all.

Bian He spread open his palm and looked at the wound that was healing on its own, a faint smile curling his lips.

The healing speed was a little faster.

"Want to see me beg for mercy? Do you have what it takes?"

He hated self-righteous Alphas most of all.

They thought that having an absolute physical advantage meant they could do whatever they wanted.

They did not see Omegas as people at all, only as tools they could freely use to vent their desires.

They were nothing but trash. There was no need for them to stay alive. Filth living on was a waste of air and a pollution of the earth.

One glance at them was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

It was not just their pheromones that were disgusting. They themselves were as repulsive as their scent.

"Whether I have what it takes, won't we find out if we try? Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle—ah..."

The man raised his hand to touch him, but before it could land on Bian He's shoulder, a sudden, piercing pain shot through his wrist.

The man's expression changed drastically as he clutched his hand and dropped to his knees.

"My hand... What did you do to me? You're not an Omega? Impossible. I couldn't have sensed wrong. How could a frail Omega like you suppress me?"

The man collapsed to the ground, his face pale with pain and his eyes bloodshot.

Bian He looked at his uninjured hand with a trace of satisfaction.

The healing speed was indeed faster.

Finally sparing him a glance, he looked at the disgusting thing. "Who said Omegas had to be weak? It's time you shattered that fixed impression. Besides, if your eyes are useless, donate them."

He kicked him, leaving a shoeprint on the man's forehead.

The man crashed heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Tsk. Just one kick? How boring."

Bian He withdrew his pheromones, slipped one hand into his pocket, and left.

There were too many disgusting smells in this place.

These people had not been worth him making a move in the first place.

Because they did not deserve it.

Disgusting. All kinds of messy pheromones kept spilling out. They had no sense of public decency, caring only for their own pleasure and not whether others lived or died.

Bian He quickened his pace and left the area.

Just as he reached the end,

he suddenly stopped.

He looked coldly at the dozen or so Alphas who had appeared before him.

They reeked of alcohol, and their disgusting gazes made him want to dig out their eyes and use them as balls to stomp on.

After drinking a little horse piss, they thought they were lofty Alphas.

"Yo, where did this little beauty come from? He's really gorgeous."

"I was eating skewers and wondering why I smelled such a delicious floral fragrance. So it was a pretty little Omega."

"Hey, hey, hey, brothers, hold back a little. Don't scare our little beauty. What if we scare him into crying? Though I'd rather see him cry."

"Hahaha, as if you're some good person. There are so many of us and only one of him. Can he handle it?"

"Whether he can handle it, we'll find out if we try. A pretty Omega should have better stamina. I don't want him dead halfway through."

"Shh! Watch what you say. Keep your voice down. Don't let anyone hear. We've only been out for two days—don't get sent back in again."

"Alright, alright, I know. Can you stop bringing that up? It's annoying as hell."

The group kept talking among themselves as they steadily approached him.

They were only a dozen meters away, just a few steps.

A chaotic mess of pheromone scents washed over him.

There was chive, cumin, chili, tomato, soy sauce...

No wonder these people had gathered together. They were practically one whole dish.

They were not merely disgusting.

What should he do? His patience had run out.

He was not wearing a Bite Guard.

His black pupil and pale blue pupil kept switching back and forth, carrying an inexplicable hint of eeriness in the silent, pitch-black night.

"Why isn't the little beauty talking? Could he be mute? That would be such a shame. We wouldn't get to hear you beg for mercy..."

"Well... brothers, don't just stand there. Why not surround him? What if another Alpha sees him? I don't want to share him with anyone else. You lot are already more than enough."

"But I'm taking the lead this time. Last time it was Second Brother. He was so slow and dragged things out."

They were shameless to the extreme, discussing it right in front of him.

Bian He raised an eyebrow, and his pupils turned completely pale blue.

"All twelve of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry."

The moment his words fell,

they froze briefly before bursting into laughter, clutching their stomachs.

"Bro, did I hear that right? Did we drink too much fake liquor? What did he say? He wants all of us to come at him together?"

"I've never seen such a bold Omega before. Tonight feels like it's going to be a pleasant one."

"Quit standing around. He's already said it. As Alphas, we should naturally be responsible for taking care of an Omega's feelings."

"Ah... This floral scent smells incredible. It's so refreshing it makes my scalp tingle."

"Beauty, we still don't know your name. Why not tell us later, when the time comes?"

"What are you talking about? Don't scare the Omega."

Bian He tilted his head up toward the night sky. The sky was so dark.

He murmured softly, "Abandonment is a serious crime. How should it be punished?"

He raised his index finger and slowly moved it from between his brows down to his neck.

Too noisy.

Those guys kept chattering nonstop, hurting his ears.

"Disgusting trash, do you want to die?"

He lifted his fingertip lightly, and overwhelming pheromones surged forward, tightly constricting the Alphas' necks.

"Come a little closer. You're too noisy."

Strands of pheromones settled over every one of them.

The Alphas who had just been shouting so arrogantly all turned red-faced, as though their necks had been tightly strangled and they could no longer breathe.

"Y-you... who the hell are you?"

"H-help..."

"Don't come closer... Publicly killing an Alpha is a serious crime. You'll be judged..."

"W-we were wrong. Let us go..."

"Why is the floral scent so strong? His pheromones are poisonous!"

"You damned bastard, you actually tricked us!"

"Urgh... Don't add any more. I can't breathe..."

"Aren't you afraid of being judged? There are far more punishments in there than you know. Do you think you'll come out alive?"

"Please let me go. This has nothing to do with me. They were the ones who wanted to..."

"Are you sick? Why weren't you this scared when you were taking off your pants? Now you want to ditch us and run away by yourself?"

Begging, cursing, admitting fault, threatening, warning...

In their fixed beliefs, an Omega could never suppress an Alpha. Even at a disadvantage, they still held onto a measure of confidence.

Several self-righteous Alphas sprawled on the ground, clutching their throats with both hands as they twisted and crawled like maggots.

Their chaotic pheromone scents were covered by the fragrance of flowers.

Footsteps sounded.

Bian He glanced behind him.

He withdrew his gaze and walked step by step toward the Alphas lying on the ground.

He stepped on the leading Alpha's wrist.

The sound of bone breaking was pleasing to the ear.

A crisp crack, like snapping celery with force or crushing a chocolate cookie.

"Before I am judged, you will first be punished for your crimes."