The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 74

Chapter 74

“Oh, alright,” the Omega picked up the remote control box and put it back in his pocket. He was about to put away the other embarrassing sex toys as well, but just as his hand was about to pick up the oval bullet-shaped toy, he heard RV say in an unfriendly tone, “Does this thing also have a part on you?”

“No,” the Omega subconsciously replied.

“What about the others?” RV looked at the other three Omegas.

The other three Omegas shook their heads.

“The Scotch brothers only specified that he alone should have the vibrator,” one of the Omegas pointed at the Omega holding the remote control box and said, “I don’t mind having this thing, provided they pay me double the price.”

“Alright,” RV really didn’t want to hear the specific details of their sordid transactions. He pointed in the direction of the living room and said, “You all raise your hands and go over there. We have something to ask you.”

“Oh, oh, I see,” the four Omegas replied.

They walked over, chattering like quails. After a few steps, they started arguing again:

“Hey! You stepped on my foot.”

“Who told you to stop suddenly?”

“I stopped because I saw you stop.”

“Bullshit, it’s all your fault!”

…

RV picked up the phones on the ground and followed behind them, feeling a headache from the noise.

The Omegas walked to the living room, still arguing. Suddenly, one of them exclaimed, staring at Romeo, who was sitting on the sofa, doing nothing.

Romeo was at a loss: ???

The other three Omegas followed his gaze and successfully noticed this handsome Alpha, who looked like the male lead of an art film. Apart from their heavy makeup and revealing clothes, RV could see that they were still very young. Perhaps deep down, they still believed in love. The moment they saw Romeo, they all imagined a romantic art film plot of a “handsome and melancholic Alpha artist redeeming a fallen Omega.”

“What’s with these Omegas?”

Romeo saw them about to approach and jumped up from the sofa. RV stood by the screen and shrugged at him, indicating that he was also helpless.

“Wen En, Wen En!” Romeo quickly ran to Wen En’s side and complained, “Are these Omegas crazy?”

Wen En shifted his gaze from the surveillance data to Romeo, then to the four Omegas. Unexpectedly, this triggered a second scream from the Omegas.

A young, handsome, emotionally stable, and responsible-looking Beta male with a stable job was much more attractive to Omegas than an artistic Alpha male.

Romeo: Holy shit. They’re coming for Wen En.

Unfortunately, Romeo had no intention of being gentle. He rudely pushed away an Omega who was about to get close and warned sternly, “He has a partner. Show some respect.”

“That’s fine,” the Omega said frankly. “I don’t mind being his extramarital lover.”

No, is there some strange magnetic field on this Planet T27? Romeo’s blue eyes widened. Why is everyone here scrambling to be the third party?!

Wen En, on the other hand, stood up very calmly. “I’m sorry,” he solemnly rejected the Omega’s extramarital affair invitation. “He’s right. I have a partner.” Wen En put his arm around Romeo’s shoulder and said, “Our relationship is very stable, and we don’t want a third lover to appear.”

Ah, this, this, is this a confirmation of their relationship? Romeo subconsciously clutched his chest. He felt his cheeks flush, his heart pound, and even had difficulty breathing. He had never dared to have a deep discussion with Wen En about their relationship. One, he was afraid, and two, he always felt that Wen En would use the mission as an excuse to brush it off.

—Romeo didn’t distrust Wen En. He just didn’t trust himself. He would think of the time he had fled in panic at the airport at the age of eighteen, hiding in the toilet, a dark history of a painful teenage crush…

Heavens, that was so stupid. If he could, Romeo really wished he could go back in time and slap his eighteen-year-old self eighteen times.

“What a pity,” the Omegas said with regret. “Is there really no chance at all?”

“Not at all,” Romeo quickly declared his sovereignty. “Don’t even think about it!”

“That’s right, not a single chance,” Wen En maintained a polite and professional smile. He released his arm from Romeo’s shoulder, took out his work ID, and showed it to the four Omegas.

“Please sit on the sofa,” Wen En said. “I’m an interstellar police officer. I have some questions for you.”

This time, the Omegas did not cause any more trouble and sat obediently on the sofa.

“Hey, I like your top,” one of the Omegas sitting next to Claire said.

“Thank you. It’s from Laya,” Claire said.

“Thank you. I’ll order it online when I get home.”

“Hello,” at this moment, Della suddenly appeared. She was holding four silver handcuffs and cuffed all the Omegas except for Claire.

An Omega sized up the pair of silver handcuffs in his hand, which were shining under the top light, and said, “They’re quite fashionable. Are there any other colors?”

“I’m sorry, this is the only color,” Della said.

“We have some questions for you about the Scotch brothers,” Wen En said. “Because this brother is one of the suspects in a cross-planet murder case.”

The four Omegas’ eyes widened in disbelief.

“Officer, we don’t know anything,” the Omegas said. “Our relationship with the Scotch brothers is purely a business one.”

“We’ve known the Scotch brothers for no more than forty-eight hours. We really don’t know anything about any murder.”

According to the four Omegas, they were all strippers at a bar in the hotel next door. They did special services part-time after work, and that was how they had met the Scotch brothers, who had come to the bar for a drink two days ago.

And two hours ago, they had received a communication from the Scotch brothers, saying that they would give them a large sum of money to have an orgy on the 175th floor of the Sailboat Hotel.

“And then we came here,” the Omegas said.

At the thought that such big internet celebrities as the Scotch brothers were involved in a murder case, the Omegas trembled with fear. If they hadn’t been suddenly caught by these interstellar police on the 174th floor, would they have been murdered by now and turned into compost?

They didn’t seem to be lying. Wen En asked a few more questions, but they didn’t answer anything. The Omega sitting next to Claire was even distracted, only caring about chatting with Claire about fashion and gossip. Wen En had no choice but to let Della take Claire away first.

“We can do this,” Della said after taking Claire away and returning to the living room. “Let these Omegas ask the Scotch brothers to come down to the hotel lobby on the first floor, and then we’ll operate the elevator and make it stop on the 174th floor.”

Wen En thought for a moment and felt that this method was equivalent to sending the sheep directly to the wolf’s mouth, which was quite good. “Alright, let’s do that.”

The Omegas were right. There was indeed a party on the 175th floor.

Unlike the quiet and tense atmosphere downstairs, the 175th floor was extremely noisy.

A DJ with heavy headphones stood in the middle of the living room, holding a glass of iced fruit juice with a large amount of vodka, swaying his body while DJing. Above his head was a disco ball that was emitting different colored lights every second. Many Alphas and Omegas of all kinds, dressed in brand-name clothes, were also holding drinks and swaying their bodies around the DJ.

At the bar in the dining room not far from the DJ, there were high-alcohol cocktails of different colors and types on the table.

The Alphas and Omegas who came and went picked up their glasses and poured alcohol into their mouths as if they were not afraid of dying. Until their brain fluid was replaced by alcohol, and the things before their eyes began to blur. Then they started to randomly hug the person closest to them and started to kiss wildly.

Even more exaggerated, some directly fell onto the sofa and started to stage a live-action movie.

As the initiators of the party, the Scotch brothers were only crazier than these party guests. They picked up a bottle of champagne that had been chilled in an ice bucket, pulled over a drunk Omega, and showed a strange smile.

“Baby, want some champagne?”

The champagne in front of him was blurry. The Omega was stunned for a moment before he could barely distinguish who the person in front of him was. “I can’t drink anymore,” the Omega shook his head. “If I drink anymore, my head will definitely explode tomorrow…”

He had just finished speaking when one of the Scotch brothers suddenly opened the champagne with a corkscrew. As a sparkling wine, the moment the liquid in the bottle came into contact with the air, a chemical reaction quickly occurred, and a large amount of bubbles rushed out.

“No, you have to drink!” one of the Scotch brothers said, pouring wine into the Omega’s mouth. But he was too drunk, and the wine did not go in successfully, but just splashed all over the Omega.

The moment the cold wine splashed on his body, the Omega sobered up. “My clothes!” the Omega wailed. This dress was worth four months of his salary.

Seeing that Scotch was about to pour more wine on him, the Omega did not want to be drenched again and quickly ran away.

Seeing that the pouring of wine was not successful, Scotch clicked his tongue, his alcohol-flushed eyes filled with unwillingness.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Scotch drunkenly took out his phone and answered it in an unfriendly tone, “Hello?”

“What? You want me to pick you up?” Scotch almost cursed, but the other party’s tone was quite gentle. Scotch’s remaining rationality still had a little concept of cherishing beauty. In the end, he compromised, “Alright, I’ll go down to the first floor to pick you up.”

He staggered to the elevator door. Unfortunately, if he had been a little more sober at this time, he would have seen the elevator floor change from 174 to 175.

Scotch walked into the elevator. In a few seconds, the door opened again.

“Hey, you little bitch, where are you?” Scotch staggered out.

What greeted him was not a submissive Omega, but a dark gun muzzle.

RV stood in front of the screen opposite the elevator on the 174th floor, raised his laser pistol, aimed it at Scotch’s head, and said coldly:

“Don’t move.”

“Mr. Scotch, you’re under arrest.”