After discreetly dodging the filthy old creep's groping hand beside him for the third time, Wen Yu excused himself to use the restroom.
The clubhouse restroom was bright and spotless. Even the faucets were inlaid with gold.
An excessively beautiful face was reflected in the mirror.
Wen Yu sneered, clenched his right fist, and swung hard at the person in the mirror.
His fist stopped just before it struck the glass. In the end, he only touched it lightly.
He turned on the faucet and cupped some cold water to rinse his hot, alcohol-flushed face.
But the heat in his body still would not subside.
There was something in the alcohol.
Wen Yu had never expected a gathering like this to be particularly clean, but for someone without backing trying to make a living in a place like this, even an agent's protection could not cover every angle when faced with powerful elites.
Wen Yu was always very careful. As an Omega, if he made a mistake, being abducted and permanently marked would be getting off lightly.
There were even filthier things that could never be discussed openly.
He took a suppressant out of the hidden compartment in his inner pocket, uncapped it, and gave himself an injection. After resting for a while, he splashed his face with cold water again.
His agent's warning rang in his mind. "You know what condition your body's in, don't you? Keep this up, and one day you'll become immune to suppressants!"
Actually, Wen Yu had not told him that over the past six months, his suppressants had occasionally begun to fail.
It did not matter. Death would arrive before that did.
After tidying himself up, Wen Yu put on his perfect, gentle smile again before pushing the door open and returning to his