Chapter 6: Whatever, Good Luck to You
A Beta waiter, dressed in a black waistcoat with a bowtie at his collar, held a wine glass and stood to the side of an Alpha, speaking.
The Alpha, wearing a red sequined suit, had his arm around an Omega with a stunning face and a black lace top.
He gazed deeply into the Omega’s eyes, and the Omega, with his arms around the Alpha’s shoulders, shyly rested his face on the Alpha’s shoulder.
“Sir, your drink.”
The Beta waiter—or rather, Wen En, who was undercover as a waiter to infiltrate the auction for his mission—wore a polite smile, but he had already rolled his eyes hundreds of times internally.
What a psycho.
Wen En glanced at the Alpha and Omega who were treating everyone present as part of their foreplay. He thought viciously, If this weren’t a public place, these two would probably start filming an R-rated movie on the spot.
“Sir, your Martini.”
Wen En repeated himself.
If this Alpha ignored him again, he was going to pour this drink over the Alpha’s head.
—Just kidding, it’s fine to just think about it, Wen En thought. I’m not an idiot. I can’t ruin this mission over a moment of impulse.
Fortunately, this time, the Alpha finally reacted. However, his response left Wen En utterly speechless.
“Oh, what, a Martini?”
The Alpha frowned, looking displeased.
“I clearly asked for tequila. Tequila! You careless and foolish waiter, how did you pass your training? Oh, for heaven’s sake, get your manager over here. I need to have a good talk with your manager.”
Give me a break. Five minutes ago, it was this jerk of an Alpha who had snapped his fingers at him and ordered a Martini. And in just five minutes, this crazy Alpha had changed his tune, saying, “What I wanted was tequila, not a Martini, you stupid waiter.”
Calm down, calm down, be friendly. You’re working, working. You absolutely cannot use this wine glass to gouge out this idiot’s eyes. That would be too violent and would alert the target.
Wen En took a deep breath to control his temper, but the mixture of Alpha and Omega pheromones, combined with a thick scent of perfume, immediately assaulted his nostrils.
“Achoo—”
He couldn’t hold it back and let out a sneeze.
If nothing was supposed to go wrong, then something went wrong. As luck would have it, his snot and saliva flew right onto the Alpha’s face.
Wen En: Oops…
The atmosphere instantly became a little awkward.
The Alpha’s face went from white to red, then from red to black, vividly reenacting the process of a ball of white dough being put in an oven and baked until it was carbonized.
The Omega, on the other hand, stood up in disgust and walked away without a second glance.
As for Wen En, well, Wen En’s simmering anger finally subsided. Honestly, he really didn’t do it on purpose. Who was to blame but this Alpha for being such a show-off, dousing himself in so much perfume and making things difficult for a simple Beta like Wen En?
The Alpha turned his head and glared at him furiously, as if he was about to charge forward and tear Wen En’s face to shreds.
“Your Martini—oh, no, your tequila will be right up.”
This time, Wen En finally rolled his eyes without restraint. He couldn’t be bothered to argue with the Alpha. He dropped the line and slipped away without looking back.
In the end, Wen En did not bring that Alpha a new glass of tequila.
Fortunately, the Alpha didn’t complain to the manager or come looking for trouble. This was mainly because the Alpha had found a new target.
Wen En even went to observe. No wonder the Alpha hadn’t come to bother him. This new target was completely different from the previous glamorous Omega. This new target was an older Alpha, dressed in a discreet black suit, with white hair at his temples.
The older Alpha extended a hand and patted his thigh.
The younger Alpha in the red sequined suit obediently sat on the elder’s lap, his arms around the elder’s shoulders.
Perhaps noticing Wen En’s gaze, the younger Alpha subconsciously turned his head and met Wen En’s eyes for a moment, but he quickly shifted his gaze back to the older Alpha.
At that moment, the elder whispered something in the younger’s ear. Wen En could read lips, but the two were too close, and the elder’s mouth was in Wen En’s blind spot. No matter how Wen En looked, he couldn’t make out what they were whispering.
The younger Alpha stood up first, then helped the older Alpha to his feet. The elder put his arm around him, and with several bodyguards in tow, they went up to the second floor and entered a private room.
Wen En, who had witnessed the whole thing: …
Oh shit, I feel like my eyes are going to go blind. Wen En would not be giving this chaotic relationship a very high rating.
“I want to know why you get to sit in the VIP section while Wen En and I have to be waiters, serving these brain-dead and difficult rich people.”
Just as Wen En was pondering the chaotic relationships of Alphas and Omegas, Della’s disgruntled protest came through the micro-earpiece in his ear:
“Is it just because you’re an Alpha and I’m a Beta? I’m sick of this world that assigns social classes based on gender.”
Their superior, RV’s voice said, “You’re right, Della, but that’s no reason to splash champagne in a guest’s face.”
Della: “That Omega accused me of seducing his Alpha and threatened to tear my face apart. It was self-defense.”
RV: “…Never mind. In any case, you can’t be so impulsive when you see the target.”
Della said irritably, “Of course I know that. I’m not an idiot!”
…Excellent. Della did what he hadn’t. Wen En thought Della was a pretty good person.
The plan for their mission was roughly as follows:
Lie in wait at the Andersen Grand Hotel for their target, Romeo Solstice, to appear. Then, capture him, lock him in a cell, and force him to reveal the whereabouts of Vulcan.
Della and Wen En would move through the auction disguised as waiters. This was because the role of a waiter was low-profile and inconspicuous, allowing them to better observe everything from the shadows.
RV would attend as a guest, providing cover for Della and Wen En.
A good plan, Wen En thought. But honestly, serving these rich people is worse than being sent to serve a gang of highway robbers. At least when the robbers give me a hard time, I can actually shoot them.
“Target has appeared,” RV’s voice came from the earpiece. “Eleven o’clock from the main entrance.”
Looking in the direction RV indicated, Wen En indeed saw the target of their operation, Romeo Solstice.
Wen En narrowed his eyes and said, “Who’s the woman next to him?”
Wen En was wearing special contact lenses. The nanochip in the lenses was connected to the intelligent information system on Della’s computer. The system locked onto the face of the woman next to Romeo, the one in the celadon-brown evening gown, and quickly brought up her profile.
This woman actually had three names and three ID profiles.
The first identity: Mia Green, female Omega, a waitress at a fast-food chain, but died of illness seven years ago. The second identity: Clara Wayne, a front desk clerk at a hotel chain, went missing three years ago. The third ID: Claire Channing, currently working in jewelry sales.
Having been in this line of work for so many years, Wen En could naturally tell that this Miss Mia, or Clara, or Claire was no simple character.
“She’s a middleman,” Della said. “I’m guessing she has information on a lot of white-collar criminals.”
Wen En agreed with Della’s assessment.
If they caught Claire Channing, they could probably follow the trail and catch a lot of people with criminal records, boosting the interstellar prison’s occupancy rate. Although this was unrelated to the current mission, why not?
“Our mission this time is to capture Romeo Solstice. Claire Channing can be considered an extra bonus,” RV thought the same.
Della and Wen En said in unison, “Understood.”
