The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 22

Chapter 22: Almost Beaten to Paralysis

“Intruders?”
“Yes, it seems we’re not the only ones who want this gem,” Romeo’s voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece into Wen En’s cochlea.
Just then, Wen En’s smart glasses received a message from Della. Wen En blinked, and the smart glasses, sensing the message from his muscle nerves, opened Della’s message. The personal information of two people appeared on the lenses.
One was a tall Beta man named Pete, a resident of the lower district, with a record of several robberies and thefts. He had just been released a month ago.
The other was a short Alpha man named Pierre, also a resident of the lower district, who also had a record of several robberies.
“I’ve seen the file Della sent,” Romeo said. “Those two had black stockings over their heads, so I couldn’t see their faces, but their height and general outline match.”
“Who’s the mastermind behind them?” Romeo asked.
“I don’t know,” Wen En said. “But my gut tells me I’ll have an answer soon.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” Romeo said. He took a gun from the backpack and put it at his waist.
Wen En was unaware of Romeo’s actions, so he said, “Go back to room 206 and protect yourself. We’ll talk when I get back.”
“Got it,” Romeo said.
A commotion was heard outside the door.
He put on another black baseball cap and walked out of room 206, just in time to see a torn black stocking not far away. He raised an eyebrow, looked up, and saw Pete and Pierre standing in front of the elevator, waving their arms as if they were about to fight.
Seeing Romeo, the two of them restrained themselves a little, lowered their hands, and glared at each other with disdain.
The elevator doors opened, and the three of them walked in one after another. The small space was silent.
Why were they arguing just now? Romeo guessed it was probably because of Vulcan.
The elevator doors opened again, and the three of them walked out one after another.
The old man at the front desk of the Beka Hotel was, as usual, smoking and petting the small cat. Seeing Romeo, the old man even nodded and greeted him friendly.
Romeo nodded in response. He walked up and chatted with the old man for a few sentences. Only after Pete and Pierre had left the hotel did he follow them out.

On the streets of the lower district, pedestrians carried their backpacks on their chests, their eyes darting around every two steps to prevent their backpacks from being stolen by pickpockets or motorcycle gangs.
Homeless people were a common sight on the streets. They looked disheveled and smelled foul. Some had vacant eyes and muttered to themselves, looking mentally unstable.
Most of these homeless people were Betas, a small portion were Omegas, and only a very few were Alphas.
A needle lay quietly next to a trash can. This thing was illegal, but it was a common sight in the lower district.
A homeless man stared at the needle, his eyes wide like glass beads. He swallowed and walked up, reaching out to grab the needle.
Until a shadow fell before him.
The homeless man turned his head. A man in a black flight jacket and a black baseball cap stood beside him, looking at him expressionlessly.
The man had no pheromone scent, so he was probably a Beta, but the pressure he exuded was more oppressive than an Alpha’s.
“Excuse me, I need to get through,” the man said.
The moment he finished speaking, the homeless man scrambled away.
Wen En: …
Wen En touched his face, thinking, Does this fake face look that intimidating?
Forget it, that’s not the point.
Wen En looked up and surveyed his surroundings. Apart from the homeless man just now, no one else had noticed him.
It’s good that no one noticed him. As for the homeless man, he was probably mentally ill. The mentally unstable were always easily startled. As long as he didn’t hurt anyone, there was no need to pay him any mind.
Wen En shifted his attention back to the person he was tailing—Charles Brown.
Charles Brown’s figure moved through the crowd, turned left onto another street. Wen En pressed down the brim of his hat and followed.
Charles Brown walked for a while longer and finally stopped in front of a butcher shop. He stood at the entrance for a while, hesitating, before finally going in.
Wen En did not go in. He walked to the restaurant opposite the butcher shop and sat down.
“A grilled meat wrap and a cup of hot tea, please. Thank you.”
Wen En ordered his food, his eyes on the butcher shop.
Wen En’s smart glasses were receiving information transmitted from the listening device placed on Charles Brown’s jacket.

“Are you saying… you’re being watched?”
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“I can’t be one hundred percent sure.”
“Who’s watching you?”
“I don’t know, but that person must be trying to get their hands on Vulcan.”
Why are these people talking so much useless nonsense? Wen En frowned, looking at the conversation between Charles and the unknown person transmitted to his smart glasses. He didn’t even feel like drinking his tea anymore.
Wait, is that…
Wen En narrowed his eyes. He saw two more people walk into the butcher shop, one tall, one short and stout. Wen En couldn’t see their faces clearly, but just by looking at their figures, he knew who they were.
Pete and Pierre. The two who had broken into room 207, intending to steal Vulcan, but had failed.
“Someone is putting up a smokescreen,” the unknown person said. “You need to be careful not to let them succeed.”
“Of course I understand,” Charles said.
The smart glasses transmitted the information of their conversation, but Wen En had no time to care about that. His attention was on another person.
Not long after Pete and Pierre entered the butcher shop, that familiar figure also pushed open the door of the butcher shop and walked in.
“Romeo, what are you doing here?” Wen En pressed his fingertip to his outer ear canal and said, “Didn’t I tell you to stay in room 206?”
“I know, my dear Juliet,” Romeo said. “I just want to do what I can for you.”
Juliet?!
Wen En clicked his tongue. They weren’t in a musical right now. This wasn’t funny. He stood up, gave the restaurant waiter a sum of money, and said, “Please pack another grilled meat wrap for me. I’ll be back to get it in a bit. Also, this is your tip.”
With that, he crossed the road and pushed open the door of the butcher shop.

The moment Wen En walked in, he saw Romeo standing in front of the steak aging cabinet, examining the beef hanging on the racks.
“Hey, darling.”
Seeing Wen En come in, Romeo greeted him with apparent enthusiasm.
Wen En quickly and briefly surveyed the interior of the shop. Despite being in a poor and backward place like the lower district, the refrigeration equipment in this butcher shop was quite advanced and professional.
Wen En glanced at the price tag. The price was on par with the prices in the city center of the main city, not something the ordinary residents of the lower district could afford.
“Didn’t I tell you that I’ve already bought grilled meat burritos for dinner? We don’t need to buy any more meat,” Wen En said, walking up to Romeo.
“But I want to eat butter-aged grilled steak,” Romeo’s arm hooked around Wen En’s shoulder, making them look very intimate. “I’m an Alpha, after all. Grilled meat burritos are not enough for me.”
“Are you a little pig? You eat so much,” Wen En said helplessly.
“How could you say that about me?”
Romeo put on a wronged expression. He threw himself into Wen En’s arms, his fluffy head buried in Wen En’s chest like a puppy.
“Alright, alright,” Wen En smiled and pushed Romeo’s head away. “I’ll buy it for you.”
They acted like an inseparable couple, even though in reality, they had only known each other for a few days.
Wen En’s gaze shifted to the counter. The butcher was very good at reading expressions. Seeing Wen En look over, he approached him and said with a smile, “Sir, what can I get for you?”
Wen En looked at the butcher. The man was an Alpha, with a rough appearance, a unibrow, a large mole next to his nose, and hairy arms.
The butcher had a pungent smell of blood on him. Wen En didn’t know if it was his pheromone scent or the smell of blood that had splashed on him while cutting meat.
Wen En felt that this person looked familiar. He seemed to have seen him on a wanted list.
“Do you have any other types of meat in your shop?” Wen En asked. “I just remembered that we have a family gathering in a couple of days, and that will require a lot of meat.”
“How many kilograms of meat is your budget?” the butcher asked.
Wen En stated a number. “Sorry, our family is quite large.”
“This… I’m afraid our shop can’t supply that much meat in the short term,” the butcher said with a troubled expression.
“Alright, in that case, I’ll buy as much as you have,” Wen En said. “Please lead the way. Take me to your shop’s warehouse to choose the meat.”
With that, Wen En put his arm around Romeo’s shoulder and was about to push open the door behind the butcher shop counter, which had a “Warehouse” sign on it.
“I’m sorry,” the butcher stopped him. “Non-staff are not allowed.”
“Is that so?” Wen En said.
The next moment, Wen En raised his palm. A blur of motion flashed by, and his hand landed on the butcher’s neck. The butcher didn’t react much, just his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Romeo: Dumbfounded.
No, you can do that?!!?
Romeo touched his neck. Could it be that Wen En had been holding back a lot when they fought before?
“I don’t use this move often, because I can’t always control the force and end up paralyzing people,” Wen En said.
“…”
After a few seconds of silence, “Darling, you’re amazing!” Romeo kissed Wen En on the cheek. Only he knew that he was breaking out in a cold sweat. That was close. I was almost beaten to paralysis.
Wen En was unaware of Romeo’s inner thoughts. He pushed Romeo’s face away and said coldly, “No need. I just hope you can keep your face away from me.”
“Oh, alright.”
Romeo promptly took a step back.
He took out the laser pistol from his waist and handed it to Wen En. “I brought this.”
“Thanks,” Wen En took the laser pistol. “Let’s go. We’re going in.”