Extra: The Liar 13 (Wolf–Rabbit 2nd couple): No destruction, no construction — that’s the principle
As an Alpha, Gao Qing had never seen such a scene before.
The overwhelming S-class Alpha pheromones flooded the entire area, so thick that even through the door you couldn’t block out the violent scent of iris.
The old metal security door was quickly kicked open by the frenzied top Alpha, and the sturdy wooden door inside was trembling on its hinges from the impact.
Gao Qing calmly put on an isolation mask as she dialed the police.
The police arrived quickly, but even the most elite SWAT officers dared not confront an utterly deranged S-class Alpha head-on.
The two sides faced off in the narrow apartment hallway.
The noise was loud, the oppressive pheromones suffocating, but none of the neighbors dared peek out.
Half an hour later, the scents of different Omegas began to gather in the air.
The S-class Alpha’s pheromones were so strong that many Omegas nearby began to show signs of passive heat.
The SWAT officers had no choice but to use water cannons, trying to dilute the suffocating iris scent in the air.
“Gao Tu! Gao Tu! Come out!”
Soaked through by the water cannons, Shen Wenlang stood there, eyes bloodshot, breathing erratic, shouting Gao Tu’s name like a wounded lone wolf caught in a trap.
He was in loungewear, expression blank, pupils pinpricked, eyes clouded — clearly out of his mind — and slammed into the tightly shut door with full force.
“Gao Tu!”
The police didn’t dare approach and could only keep spraying him from a distance while staying on the phone with Gao Qing inside.
A round-faced Beta officer, in charge, frowned and asked Gao Qing:
“Who is Gao Tu?”
“My brother,” Gao Qing replied.
“Is he that Alpha’s… partner?”
“No, just coworkers,” Gao Qing quickly denied, but after a pause, added: “My brother and this scumbag did have an inappropriate relationship. But they’re not partners. This lunatic has been stalking and harassing us for a long time. I’ve reported it before — you should have records.”
“But… that man doesn’t seem quite right.”
“What do you expect of a lunatic scumbag? And besides—”
“This isn’t just a normal emotional outburst,” a medical expert at the scene cut in.
He had been dispatched because of the severe pheromone leakage. Seeing Shen Wenlang made his eyelids twitch violently.
“This looks a lot like mating syndrome.”
The round-faced officer shot him a dubious look.
“Mating syndrome?”
The expert nodded.
“Yes. It’s rare — past cases usually involved high-level Alphas who couldn’t access their mates. During an episode, they become extremely sensitive, enraged, irrational. They’ll use any means to find their mate. Without a proper plan, it can get very dangerous.”
“So what now?” Gao Qing asked nervously, glancing at the door that wouldn’t hold much longer.
Even through her mask, she could smell Shen Wenlang’s noxious scent. Another minute or two and he’d kick the door in.
“Where’s your brother?”
“He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“What does that have to do with this?” Gao Qing shouted. “Officer, you don’t expect my brother to meet this lunatic in his state, do you?!”
She flatly refused.
“Absolutely not!”
“No, that’s not what I meant,” the officer quickly explained. “I just need to confirm he’s not in there. If he’s not, at least there won’t be direct conflict when the Alpha breaks in.”
During mating syndrome, the Alpha’s sole goal was to find their Omega. Usually, they wouldn’t attack anyone else.
“He’s not here,” Gao Qing said coldly. “My brother already has his own partner. He’s long since done with this scumbag.”
“Bullshit!”
S-class Alphas have sharp hearing. Even through the door, Shen Wenlang caught every word like a shark smelling blood. His face darkened, eyes blazing red with rage and desire.
“Let Gao Tu out! Let me see him!”
“He doesn’t want to see you!”
The pounding stopped abruptly. Gao Qing held her breath, staring at the door — then came a loud crash.
With a deafening bang, the wooden door splintered under Shen Wenlang’s fist, his pale knuckles gouged and bloodied by shards. Blood trickled down his hand as he gripped the doorknob through the hole and pressed down hard.
“Move!” the officer barked as the situation escalated.
The SWAT team surged forward.
Seven or eight fully armed, masked Alphas approached cautiously, trying to restrain the completely out-of-control top Alpha.
The scene descended into chaos.
A medical expert, sweating, pulled out a prepped tranquilizer from a refrigerated case and handed it over.
“We have no choice. Use the dart gun.”
“But there are too many people — we can’t get a clear shot!”
“Damn it! Then call a sniper!”
“Oh, don’t bother.”
A slender, well-maintained hand reached over, calmly taking the chilled syringe.
A cool voice drawled:
“Hope this idiot doesn’t move, or I might accidentally put it in his eye.”
The medical expert and officer turned, startled — and were met with an exquisitely handsome, unfamiliar face.
Hua Yong raised a compact crossbow from who-knows-where, closed one eye, and with his arm steady, easily aimed at Shen Wenlang’s shoulder.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
With a metallic hiss, the dart shot through the crowd and buried itself neatly in Shen Wenlang’s shoulder.
Hua Yong tossed aside the crossbow, winked at the stunned Betas nearby, and said coolly:
“Just doing my job. No need to thank me. The name’s… Little White Dove.”
The sedative kicked in quickly.
The round-faced officer gawked as the elegant young man who called himself Little White Dove bent down and casually hoisted the tall Alpha over his shoulder.
He moved lightly, unruffled, as if strolling through his own garden to pick a flower.
“Sorry for the trouble,” Hua Yong said, holding Shen Wenlang with one hand and producing a parentage certificate and family authorization letter with the other.
With a polite smile:
“On behalf of Mr. Shen’s guardian, I’ve come to assist. Sorry for the mess. It’s all handled now — everyone can disperse.”
Ten days later, in P-country.
“I want to go back to Jianghu.”
“Then tell Uncle Shen yourself.”
“Tell him my ass!” Shen Wenlang roared, kicking the wall so hard the special metal plates clanged.
“Hua Yong! If you hadn’t shot me and shipped me to P-country, would I be locked up here by my father???”
“What could I do?” Hua Yong peeled a banana for Sheng Shaoyou, gently holding the fragrant fruit to his lips.
“Mr. Sheng, have some banana.”
“You’ve got the nerve to eat bananas?!”
“Why not?” Hua Yong raised an eyebrow. “Your wife’s gone. What’s that got to do with my banana?”
He stuffed the half-eaten banana into his own mouth, chewed, and said:
“Honestly, I think your father’s not wrong. You can’t even control yourself right now. If they let you out like this, when you find Secretary Gao, he’ll either die or lose half his life from you.”
“When have I ever hurt him?” Shen Wenlang kicked the wall again.
Hua Yong moved the phone away until the noise died down. Then he smiled faintly:
“If you didn’t hurt him, where did the baby in his belly come from?”
“You know about the baby too! That’s why I must go find him!” Shen Wenlang ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Hua Yong, you shouldn’t have sent me back to P-country! You shouldn’t have sent me to that old man! Gao Tu needs my pheromones. Let me out! Damn it!”
Hua Yong also had no love for the gangster tyrant in P-country. But he couldn’t refuse Ying Yi’s request. He sighed.
“Wenlang, I was entrusted to do this. If you want, talk to your father yourself.”
Shen Wenlang snorted coldly.
“Talk? How do you talk to a beast? That old bastard isn’t even human! It’s a miracle I haven’t killed him yet! Why should I talk to him? Hua Yong, get me out of here — have you forgotten how I helped you before?”
“Sorry,” Hua Yong said. “I’ll repay the favor someday. But this time, I really can’t help.”
Shen Wenlang erupted, launching into a torrent of profanities.
But unusually, Hua Yong didn’t get angry. He even patiently listened to him curse for several minutes before gently explaining:
“Wenlang, this is really a family matter. I can’t interfere. But don’t worry. If you don’t want to talk to your father, fine. If you want to leave, then kick up a fuss. I can’t help, but if you make enough noise, someone’s bound to feel sorry for you — and maybe he himself will come let you go. Then everyone’s happy.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing much.”
Hua Yong finished his banana, tossed the peel into the trash, and sighed softly.
“Wenlang, there are some things I can’t tell you yet. But I think this situation might not be a bad thing — for you and for your father. So go ahead, make a scene. The bigger, the better. No destruction, no construction. That’s the principle.”