57: I have my own Alpha
“Move!” Sheng Shaoqing’s face twisted with rage.
Long Zuo straightened his posture, flipped his long robe with a crisp snap, and enunciated clearly:
“Please… enlighten me.”
His Chinese etiquette was impeccable, even offering a proper bow. His Mandarin was articulate and precise — though a bit too stiff, lacking the natural fluidity of a native speaker.
Sheng Shaoqing thought this Omega blocking his path was probably some kind of lunatic obsessed with martial arts dramas.
“Get out of my way! Don’t block me!” he roared.
But Long Zuo didn’t move, eyes wide and earnest:
“But since you’ve had a falling-out with my cousin, I cannot let you leave.”
Long Zuo’s Alpha, Bea, once said that Long Zuo was quite possibly the most “proper and courteous” mob heir on earth.
If he hadn’t been born into the infamous Long family, he’d probably have been awarded Model Citizen of the Year in P-country every single year.
Though his appearance was intimidating, deep down he was direct and simple, never even swearing — truly a rare, wholesome figure among mob heirs.
Long Zuo and Hua Yong were polar opposites.
Long Zuo was a milk-candy-scented Omega bunny clad in a devil’s beastly skin, while Hua Yong was a stunningly delicate orchid on the surface — but actually a terrifying tyrant-flower underneath.
The sweet little bunny, Long Zuo, never knew what to do in his private life, while Hua Yong was the unshakable backbone of his entire clan.
Sheng Shaoqing’s utter rudeness made Long Zuo frown disapprovingly.
This worthless B-rank Alpha had actually hurt Hua Yong — and if he made that cousin of his angry enough to snap him like a breadstick, then what?
This guy seemed to be Hua Yong’s sweetheart’s brother, and if he accidentally got killed… then Hua Yong would be busy soothing his “exclusive Alpha” and have no time to help Long Zuo plan his anniversary anymore!
In order to keep getting Hua Yong’s advice on how to keep his wife happy, Long Zuo was more than willing to run errands and block Sheng Shaoqing here without letting him take a single step.
When this milk-candy-scented Omega refused to budge, Sheng Shaoqing’s rage exploded — he released his oppressive pheromones.
But a mere B-rank Alpha’s scent had zero effect on Long Zuo.
If anything, Sheng’s supposedly “fresh and refined” lemon-scented pheromones just made Long Zuo’s face twist in disgust.
“Lemon?” Long Zuo stepped back with a grimace. “I hate lemons — like swallowing a whole bottle of dish soap. Could you tone it down? You’re making me nauseous.”
An Omega not only immune to his pressure but actually complaining about the smell?
Intolerable!
Enraged, Sheng Shaoqing’s eyes reddened as he drew a handgun from his trouser leg.
The dark barrel aimed straight at Long Zuo’s face — far more effective than pheromones.
Long Zuo’s relaxed expression finally shifted slightly, his sharp features turning severe — and even more intimidating.
“CZ Shadow 2?” he remarked disapprovingly. “That’s a competition pistol. Looks nice, but hardly practical in the field. Why’d you pick that?”
With a flick of his wrist, a matte-black semi-automatic appeared in his hand like a magic trick.
“This is an MP-443 ‘Crow.’ Far more practical than yours — it can fire all kinds of 9×19mm Luger rounds, including Russian high-pressure 7N21 ammo.”
What kind of twisted brain could stay calm while staring down a gun — and then pull out an even better one to give a product pitch?
Sheng Shaoqing clenched his jaw, nearly trembling with fury.
Long Zuo, oblivious, held out the gun helpfully:
“You should try this someday. If you want to buy one, I can hook you up — and I’ll even give you a discount, since we’re about to become family.”
That was it.
With a loud click, Sheng Shaoqing chambered a round.
“Ah — to be clear,” Long Zuo added seriously, “I meant I’d give you a discount on the gun, not on breaking your legs. This gun never gives discounts — you can ask around.”
“Ask who, exactly?!”
“The guy who sold you that one, obviously,” Long Zuo replied matter-of-factly. Then he added,
“But, considering guns are illegal in Jianghu… maybe don’t ask.”
Veins throbbed at Sheng Shaoqing’s temples — he felt like he was trapped in some absurd nightmare.
Only in a dream could he simultaneously encounter:
—a drugged “Omega” still lively and kicking;
—a high-level Alpha who survives a stabbed gland;
—and this milk-candy-scented Omega calmly critiquing his gun while being held at gunpoint.
Unable to endure another second, he poured more pheromones into the air, the sour lemon scent thickening.
That pungent, strange scent offended Long Zuo, who thought of his own Alpha, a sharp-tempered woman who hated even the faintest trace of another Alpha’s scent on him.
Everyone thought she was the “beauty” in their beauty-and-the-beast pairing — but in reality, he was the one completely devoured.
Under his hard exterior, Long Zuo was still just a milk-candy-scented Omega.
But Sheng Shaoqing didn’t know any of this — and assumed he was harmless.
He raised the chambered Shadow 2 again.
“Move!”
“Please don’t point a loaded weapon at me —” Long Zuo’s patience snapped. He switched to English, cold and clipped:
“—It’s rude.”
“And—”
With a sharp spin-kick, he sent Sheng Shaoqing’s gun flying, raising a brow:
“And put away your pheromones. They stink.”
Sheng Shaoqing, trained in firearms for years, couldn’t believe his gun was knocked out of his hand by a milk-candy-scented Omega.
Enraged, he lunged to grab Long Zuo’s gun instead.
But Long Zuo was ready — blocking his arm, then driving a swift, precise strike to his face.
Sheng Shaoqing dodged clumsily, kneeing toward Long Zuo’s ribs — but Long Zuo’s fingers blurred, snapping into a scissor hold and stabbing at his neck, making his limbs go numb and stars burst behind his eyes.
A flurry of blows followed like a hailstorm — until Sheng Shaoqing collapsed unconscious.
“You really are addicted to martial arts novels,” came a voice as cold as ice from the stairwell.
Long Zuo turned to see Hua Yong standing calmly on the steps, holding an unconscious Alpha in his arms, blood at his neck already clotted.
“The legendary S-rank?” Long Zuo retracted his fist, curious, craning his neck to peer at the Alpha.
“What are you looking at, Omega?” Hua Yong shot him a guarded glare. “He’s mine.”
“Didn’t say he wasn’t.”
Long Zuo pulled out his phone and proudly showed off his wallpaper: a stunningly beautiful, long-haired female Alpha.
“Relax. I have my own Alpha.” His tone was thick with pride.
Hua Yong descended the steps, each one cracking under his feet like a spiderweb of fractures.
When he reached Sheng Shaoqing, a half-open ventilation window shattered under the oppressive force of his pheromones — the shards so fine they glittered like dust under the lights.
Gently, he draped his coat over the Alpha’s face to shield him from the debris.
Watching Hua Yong’s rare tenderness, Long Zuo asked,
“What’s so special about him? You’re so busy you won’t even take my calls — it’s harder to see you than to climb to the heavens.”
“Mr. Sheng is good at everything,” Hua Yong replied simply, then shot back, “What’s so good about yours?”
At the mention of Bea, Long Zuo’s eyes lit up.
“She’s perfect — kind, gentle, gorgeous, and full of justice. Oh—” remembering something, he added,
“I came here to ask: for our anniversary—”
“Daddy always praises me~ praises me~
I have a pair of magical hands~ magical hands~
Can wash clothes, sew buttons, fix socks~”
His phone rang again.
Glancing at the caller ID, Long Zuo’s stern expression softened impossibly.
He took a breath, then answered.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
“Why’d you take so long to pick up?”
“I…”
“And your breathing sounds wrong!” Her sweet, soft voice still carried a commanding edge. “Were you fighting again?”
“No! No!” Long Zuo quickly holstered the Raven, bent to retrieve the Shadow 2, and began unloading it while muttering:
“This is Jianghu — civilized people. Who would just fight randomly?”
Technically, it was self-defense.
And besides, the opponent was so weak he hadn’t even broken a sweat — how could that count as a fight?
“Oh.” Her tone still suspicious. After a pause, she pressed:
“Long Zuo, are you sure? You know what happens if you lie to me.”
Long Zuo winced and froze mid-motion, remembering the last time he’d lied — and the “consequences” she’d exacted afterward.
“I’m not lying,” he said stiffly.
“Mama!” came a little girl’s voice on the other end. “When are you coming home? We rode the Ferris wheel today! And a singing carousel!”
Long Zuo’s stern face melted into a tender smile:
“Did you? That’s wonderful. Next time, take me too, okay?”
“Okay, Mama.” The child asked cheerfully: “When are you coming home?”
Long Zuo nudged Sheng Shaoqing’s unconscious body aside with his foot, clearing the path, and answered warmly: “Right away.”