The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 38

Chapter 38: The Strange Fetishes of the Rich

It was said to be a secret base, but it was actually more like a quiet, highly private home theater.

The left wall of the room was a single large display screen. In front of the screen was a soft, black cowhide sofa. The floor was covered with a plush deerskin carpet, which was extremely quiet to walk on. Next to the sofa was a glass wine cabinet, neatly arranged with various exquisite and expensive bottled wines.

“Have a seat,” Philip greeted. “What would you like to drink? Champagne or brandy?”

“A glass of champagne, please,” Peter said.

“And you, Qiuyue?”

Qiuyue lowered his head. He was about to sit down when he picked up a black lace thong from the sofa crevice. He frowned and said, “Anything is fine for me. But may I ask, where should I put this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Philip’s smile stiffened. He quickly snatched the thong from Qiuyue’s hand. Just as he was about to stuff it into his pants pocket, Philip suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Everyone’s eyes were on him, with confusion, surprise, and a hint of unspoken words…

“…”

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Philip’s forehead. Fortunately, Philip had been in the business world for many years, and his acting skills could handle such a small scene. He walked to the trash can and threw the thong in.

“Don’t worry about the small details,” Philip said, pouring a glass of champagne for Qiuyue, trying to act calm. “Your champagne.”

“…Thank you,” Qiuyue was about to remind Philip that he hadn’t poured champagne for Peter yet, but then he thought, forget it. It wasn’t part of his job, and he couldn’t be bothered to say so much.

Peter also couldn’t be bothered with such a small matter. After all, they hadn’t come all the way from the lower district just to drink champagne. Peter cleared his throat and said, “Let’s get down to business.”

Peter said, “Vulcan is missing.”

Philip said with some surprise, “Didn’t you say that you received a message on the dark web that the transaction for Vulcan…”

“That’s right,” Peter said. “We turned that place upside down, and even checked every living person, but we still couldn’t find any clues about Vulcan.”

“How could this be?” Philip said with a troubled expression.

“I don’t understand either,” Peter suddenly stood up, grabbed Philip’s tie, and said, “Mr. Philip, I have another question. Is Vulcan really that irreplaceable?”

His voice was laced with a sinister and ruthless tone, like a poisoned dagger. “Human technology is developing so rapidly now. Our territory has expanded from Capital Star to a galaxy 658,200 million light-years away. And now, it’s so difficult to find a replacement for a broken stone?”

“I have to correct you on one thing,” Philip said, raising his hands above his head. “First, could you please let go of my tie?”

Peter let go, his eyes, as sharp and powerful as an eagle’s talons, staring at Philip.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Philip said, tugging at his collar. “Peter, I have to remind you that Vulcan is not a ‘replaceable energy source’. To be precise, it’s something like a ‘magnifying glass’, which serves to increase efficiency, understand?”

“You only answered that ‘it’s not an energy source’, but you didn’t answer ‘why it’s irreplaceable’,” Peter ruthlessly refuted Philip.

“Hey, calm down, calm down.”

Philip’s tone became even more gentle. On the surface, he didn’t want to argue with Peter, although he was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with Peter’s capricious and argumentative personality.

In Philip’s mind, Peter’s face with the black mask merged with the severely burned and disfigured face from ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Philip had bought the almost bankrupt airline from Peter’s subordinate.

It was originally Peter’s father’s company. Until Peter’s father died in a fire, and Peter was also severely burned in the fire, his life on a countdown. Under various blows, the company was on the verge of bankruptcy. And at this time, Joseph Hall Biotechnology, represented by Philip, came forward to negotiate the acquisition of the airline, and at the same time promised Peter to apply Joseph Hall Biotechnology’s most advanced facial plastic surgery technology on him.

Philip had made a promise and had indeed fulfilled it. This black metal mask was Peter’s own choice. He said that this mask would always remind him of this painful lesson.

At first, Philip quite liked the boy’s ruthlessness, but recently, he felt that the boy had other ideas. He was thinking about how to regain the initiative.

“Vulcan itself is not important. What’s important is that we have to let the buyers of the Jupiter weapon know that Vulcan cannot be measured by money, let alone a replacement bought with money. Only in this way will they be willing to open their wallets,” Philip said.

Peter raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “Oh, you mean, Vulcan is a fictional symbol.”

“More or less,” Philip said.

“For this fictional symbol, my subordinates have died one after another. I have invested a lot of money. And that’s not all. The important thing is that this fictional thing has disappeared, which makes the risk I’ve invested uncertain,” Peter said with a blank expression.

“Oh, that’s how venture capital is,” Philip shrugged. “I’m not that omnipotent. I can’t control the objective laws of economics.”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Peter suddenly said, “Philip Donald.”

Peter said, “Sometimes when I see you, I feel that it’s really easy to be the richest man in the world.”

“Hmm?” What does that mean? Is he being sarcastic? Philip was confused and a little annoyed.

“Am I wrong?” Peter sneered. “If I were in your position, I would definitely do a better job than you.”

“…You!”

Philip was so angry that his head turned red. Philip also retorted sarcastically, “You arrogant lunatic, do you think you can get high returns without investing any cost? Go and read the morning news. There are plenty of people who have gone bankrupt from investments. What’s your little bit? If you were so good at investing, your broken airline wouldn’t have gone bankrupt.”

The last sentence hit Peter’s sore spot. Peter’s eyes turned red with anger, like an angry bull in a bullring. He stood up and gave Philip an uppercut to the chin.

Poor Philip, who had not expected his madness at all, was directly knocked onto the table. This kind of second-generation rich man, whose skin color was all thanks to tanning lotion, whose abs were all thanks to medical technology, who maintained his health with supplements and nutrient solutions every day, and who never exercised, even if he was an Alpha, was no match for Peter, who lived on the edge every day.

Philip clutched his chin, his eyes filled with disbelief. His other hand secretly reached for the corner of the table. There was a button underneath. As long as he pressed it, a group of strong, retired interstellar soldiers would rush in within thirty seconds to help him kill Peter.

But just as his hand was about to touch the button under the corner of the table, a powerful hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

It was Qiuyue. Qiuyue grabbed Philip’s wrist and broke his wrist joint a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Philip let out a pig-like scream:

“Ahhh! Be gentle! You’re not like an Omega at all!”

“Thank you for the compliment,” Qiuyue said with a blank expression, then increased the force in his hand and directly dislocated Philip’s shoulder.

Peter shook his head, walked up to him, and said, “Philip, the first thing I’m going to teach you is to have a sense of crisis. For example, now, if you had installed a security check machine downstairs in your company, you might have been able to save your life.”

“Ah— it hurts so much! Peter, you bastard!” Philip screamed, his face contorted.

“The second thing is to put down your pride when you beg for mercy. You have to understand who is in a high position and who is in a low position now, instead of grunting and cursing like a stupid pig here.”

After Peter finished speaking, a subordinate next to him handed him a syringe. The syringe was filled with a dark green liquid, like some kind of toxic substance.

“Let me go, let me go! You bastard!”

Unfortunately, Philip did not listen to Peter’s advice at all. Peter shook his head and said, “Then you’ll have to bear with it.”

With that, he mercilessly plunged the syringe into the gland on the back of Philip’s neck.

The dark green liquid took effect quickly. Philip soon fell to the ground, muttering some vague phrases, his eyes rolling back, and his body convulsing. Thirty seconds later, he took his last breath.

“He didn’t die a very painful death, did he?” Peter looked at the corpse on the ground, its eyes wide like a goldfish, and said, “You got off easy, you brat.”

What a blatant lie, Qiuyue thought, his hands not stopping. He took the scanner from another subordinate, scanned Philip’s face and fingerprints, then took a chip, connected it to the scanner, and input all the information about Philip’s face from the scanner into it.

Ten seconds later, the scanner screen displayed: Input successful.

Qiuyue removed the chip. At this time, the outer layer of the chip was already covered with a special thin film.

“The electronic mask is ready, Peter,” before he could finish, Qiuyue’s face suddenly changed. “So disgusting, what is this?”

The clothes on the corpse of Philip had been taken off and put on by Peter, but that was not the point. The point was…

Philip was actually wearing a rose-red thong!!!

Could it be that the black lace thong from before didn’t belong to the Omega assistant? It was Philip’s?!

This scene was so disgusting and strange that it gave Qiuyue goosebumps all over his arms. The thought that he had just touched those pants was really… EWWWW!!!

Peter, on the side, took the electronic mask and placed it on his neck. The mask was instantly activated by the body temperature of his neck. Soon, Peter’s face and fingerprints became Philip’s.

Philip, or Peter, glanced at the corpse on the ground and shook his head.

Sigh, the strange fetishes of the rich..