The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 82

Chapter 82: No Sincerity at All

They dragged the stretcher and walked into room 8103 of the Sailboat Hotel. They happened to see two people with weak consciousness lying on the floor. One was an Omega, with his brows tightly furrowed, his lips and eyes white, and his body covered in a large amount of bloodstains.

The other was a male Alpha lying flat on the ground. His hair was sticking up like the copper wires in an electric wire. His eyes were half-open, showing the whites. His hands were curled up like a tyrannosaurus rex’s, and his lips were open.

There was also a blond Alpha and a black-haired Beta in the room.

The Beta showed his interstellar police work ID, pointed to the unconscious Omega, and said, “Please send him to the emergency center, thank you.”

The Beta pointed to the other unconscious Alpha and added, “This one doesn’t need to be sent.”

The medical staff gave him a “Are you sure?” look.

“Of course I’m sure,” the Beta said. “He was just stunned by a high-voltage electric shock. It’s nothing serious. The Omega’s gland is seriously injured, and his situation is more urgent than his.”

The medical staff nodded with understanding. They carefully lifted the unconscious Omega onto the stretcher and then quickly left the suite.

Only Wen En, Romeo, and the half-dead Tara were left on the ground.

“We’re going back to the 174th floor now,” Wen En pointed to Tara, who was sleeping like a dead donkey on the ground, and ordered, “Take him back.”

“Yes, sir,” Romeo said in a sonorous baritone, like a tough soldier in a movie. The comical sound made Wen En unable to hold back a smile.

Romeo walked to Tara’s shoes. As everyone knew, Romeo was not a kind person. Of course, he would not be as gentle as a kind ambulance worker to someone who was unconscious. Instead, he squatted down, grabbed Tara’s calf, and dragged him out of 8103 like he was dragging a large garbage bag.

When he reached the threshold, Romeo easily stepped over it. But he didn’t expect that when he dragged Tara over the threshold, he got stuck.

Romeo paused for a moment. Then, he grabbed his pant leg, and like unclogging a toilet, he first pushed it forward gently, then pulled it back hard a few times. Tara’s head hit the threshold several times like a drum, and he finally passed the threshold.

Uh, that’s one way to do it. Wen En witnessed everything, just shrugged, and did not stop Romeo’s behavior.

They walked into the elevator. Tara was still unconscious. And they were not the only ones using this elevator. Every time the elevator doors opened, Wen En had to show his work ID to prove his identity to avoid being misunderstood by passersby.

Finally, they finally returned to the 174th floor. Wen En breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was quite tiring to explain so much.

After Tara was dragged to the living room, Romeo let go, and Tara’s legs fell to the ground. The heels of his leather shoes hit the patterned carpet with a “thud.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” RV heard the sound and came over. He saw Tara lying on the ground, still unconscious, and said in shock, “Did Qiuyue do this to him?”

“No, I did,” Wen En briefly recounted what had happened.

Oh, alright. If it was Wen En who did it, then it all made much more sense.

Just then, the unconscious Tara finally woke up.

“Ugh… what happened?” Tara rubbed the back of his head and said, “Hey, what’s going on? My head hurts so much.” And his heels, it was as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer. He touched his hair again. His thick, beautiful, seaweed-like long hair, how did it become an afro?

“Oh, it might be a migraine,” RV served a cup of instant hot coffee provided by the hotel. “Here, Mr. Tara, have some coffee first. We’ll have a meeting later to talk about the work ahead.”

“Thank you,” Tara took the coffee and thought, Something doesn’t seem right.

Tara first went to the bathroom to tidy up his hair, applied a lethal amount of hairspray to make his hair much smoother, then walked to the dining room, found a stool, and sat down.

“Nice hairstyle,” Claire, on the side, said.

“Thank you,” Tara said.

He was about to turn his head to say some flirtatious words to Wen En, but he found a person who made him feel uncomfortable and disgusted sitting next to him.

“Why is it you?” Tara shouted. “Where’s Wen En?”

Wen En was sitting next to Romeo, one seat to his right. There was actually another seat to Wen En’s right. Tara had just stood up when he saw RV, who was closer to Wen En, holding a cup of red tea and slowly sitting down.

Tara: …

Tara’s face instantly turned as black as the carbon ash at the bottom of a pot. But he couldn’t get angry at RV. RV’s position was there, and he had to give him some face.

So he turned his head and glared at Romeo with an unfriendly expression.

Unexpectedly, Romeo was already prepared.

Wen En watched as Romeo raised the stun gun… Wait, a stun gun? Shouldn’t that be with him? How did it end up in Romeo’s hands? Wen En quickly felt the place on his belt where the gun was supposed to be. There was nothing there.

Good grief, Romeo had stolen it again at some point.

“Wait, we still have a meeting. We can’t let him faint here,” Wen En remembered that he hadn’t set the stun gun to the lowest, non-lethal setting. He quickly tried to stop Romeo, but he didn’t expect Romeo to directly pull the trigger. The stun patch hit Tara’s forehead.

With a crackle, the stun patch released a blue electric current, which spread over Tara’s body like the roots of a tree. In less than a second, the current disappeared. Tara’s mouth was open, and he spat out a puff of black smoke. Then, his hair, which had just been smoothed down with hairspray, once again became an afro.

“Oh, I forgot to say, I already set the gun’s power to the lowest setting,” Romeo turned his head and smiled at Wen En.

RV: …

Enough. If this goes on, this meeting can’t go on!

RV looked at Wen En and winked at him.

Wen En understood. He had to take the stun gun and say to Romeo, “You go and sit in the living room.”

“I don’t want to,” Romeo shouted. “This Alpha man named Tara is always trying to get his hands on you, Wen En. How can you expect me to be at ease?”

Wen En laughed, “I’m not a weak person. What are you worried about?” He leaned forward, close to Romeo’s ear, and whispered a few words, “You go and stay in the living room. Tonight, I…”

Romeo’s face instantly turned red. Tara, on the side, was about to explode with anger at the sight of them being so intimate in front of him. He quickly leaned in and said, “I want to whisper too~”

Romeo suddenly stood up, almost knocking Tara over.

“I’m going to the living room right now,” before leaving the dining room, Romeo did not forget to look at Wen En with a deep and meaningful gaze and said, “Remember your promise. I’m~ leaving.”

“What the hell,” Tara rubbed his nose, which was sore from being bumped, and did not forget to spit at Romeo’s back.

“You go and sit in the living room too,” on the other side, Della said to Claire.

“Why?” Claire glanced at Tara and said, “I thought you only harassed men. Don’t tell me you don’t want to let me go either.”

“You’ve misunderstood,” Tara said. He was indeed not interested in Claire.

“Forget it, I’d better go,” Claire glanced at Della again, snorted, and got up to go to the living room.

Good. RV nodded with satisfaction. Two of the three most disruptive people were gone. Now they could finally have a meeting in peace.

On the projection screen, a flat map of Planet T27 appeared. On the landmark of the Sailboat Hotel, a red dot was flashing.

This was the signal from the tracker on Qiuyue. Yes, not long ago, when Tara was fighting with Qiuyue, he had secretly stuck a micro-tracker on his clothes.

“Unfortunately, this tracker doesn’t have a listening or surveillance function,” Tara said with regret.

This way, he couldn’t eavesdrop on Qiuyue, monitor him, and see if he was dating other Alphas.

The others didn’t get Tara’s deeper thoughts, but Tara was right. If they could provide more surveillance audio evidence, it would of course be more beneficial to the Interstellar Police Department.

Della tapped the keyboard and determined the more precise location of the tracker. “Strange, he’s still on the 51st floor. He hasn’t left.”

According to general logic, after being attacked by Tara, Qiuyue should have quickly left the dangerous place and found a safe and hidden location.

“No, the most dangerous place is also the safest place,” Wen En said after a moment of thought. “Besides, he thinks his target is still at the Sailboat Hotel.”

“I can release the news that the Scotch brothers are in the detention center waiting for trial,” Tara said. “Maybe he’ll come to break them out of jail and fall into our trap.”

Wen En looked at Tara with disapproval.

“Alright, alright, I know. A long line to catch a big fish. I can’t catch Qiuyue so quickly,” Tara stretched his shoulders and continued:

“But I advise you to give up this idea of a long line to catch a big fish.”

“The reason is?” Della said.

“I’ve seen the information you gave me,” Tara said. “With all due respect, Qiuyue’s boss, Peter? I didn’t remember his name wrong, did I?”

“You didn’t,” RV said.

“He’s a lunatic, an asshole, a psychopathic narcissist. He doesn’t care about Qiuyue’s life or death at all,” Tara said.

Wow, that’s practically a self-introduction from Tara, Wen En thought.

“Based on my judgment of him, if Qiuyue doesn’t complete the mission he was given here, he will abandon him here and let him fend for himself,” Tara continued. “So it’s impossible to catch a big fish with a long line. The moment you cast the line, the big fish will have already turned around and left.”

“Oh, so you mean you want to catch Qiuyue directly on Planet T27?” Wen En said.

“That’s right,” Tara said. “We can catch him first, hand him over to our T27 planet for control, and after you catch Peter, we’ll follow the prosecution procedure and send Qiuyue to Capital Star.”

Tara smiled and said, “You don’t have to worry about Qiuyue escaping. Most of Planet T27 is desert. He can’t run away even if he wants to, unless he doesn’t want to live and would rather become a dried corpse in the sand to gain freedom.”

“That sounds interesting, but I still have a question,” Wen En smiled slightly, his hands clasped on the table. “I want to know, what is your purpose in making this proposal, Mr. Tara?”

“Me? My purpose?”

Tara pointed at his own face, his eyes wide, looking as if he had been greatly wronged:

“Did you misunderstand something, Mr. Wen En? Could it be, could it be~” Tara took a sharp breath and said, “Could it be that you think I’m with Peter?”

“Not really,” Wen En said. Although he felt that Tara and Peter were like a pair of conjoined twins from a certain perspective, he meant that they were both equally annoying, but Tara had a little more of a bottom line, at least he hadn’t done anything that clearly violated the bottom line of the law.

Seeing that Tara was still playing dumb, Wen En had to say directly, “I mean, what do you want to do to Qiuyue?”

Recalling Tara’s various abnormal and unprofessional actions before, intuition told Wen En that this was very wrong. Perhaps Tara had made the mistake that many Alphas made—the mistake of letting his little head control his big head? But Tara was not stupid. He could have pretended that nothing had happened and chosen to turn the page. Now he really didn’t know what was wrong with his brain, to be entangled with Qiuyue again.

So, Wen En still asked, “Do you have any grudge against Qiuyue?”

“Ah, not really,” Tara said frankly. “But I think he’s very much to my taste. I want to ask him to dinner.”

“…Then congratulations to him,” the corner of Wen En’s mouth twitched.

Wen En did hear that he was deliberately hiding something, perhaps something that had happened on the 81st floor.

“Oh, and also,” Tara said, “There’s a group of illegal mercenaries hiding in the desert on Planet T27. We think that if Qiuyue chooses to continue his operations on T27, he might contact and cooperate with this group of illegal mercenaries.”

Only then did Wen En look up and stare into Tara’s pupils.

“I also have performance requirements, so, a mutual cooperation?” Tara stood up and extended a friendly handshake to Wen En.

Wen En did not speak, but just glanced at RV. “Sir?”

“That illegal mercenary army might even be an old acquaintance of Mr. RV,” Tara said faintly.

RV just propped up his head and was silent for a while. He suddenly said, “Scorpion?”

“That’s right,” Tara smiled and nodded.

Of course, RV knew about this illegal mercenary army called “Scorpion.” Decades ago, Planet T27 did not have the good public security it has today, and a large part of the reason was due to this group of “Scorpions.” At that time, “Scorpion” was so rampant that it had even reached Capital Star. So, the Interstellar Police Department had dispatched an armed team to T27 to annihilate this group of “Scorpions.”

“They’ve changed to a new leader in recent years and are showing signs of making a comeback,” Tara said. “They’re just doing some petty robberies and smash-and-grabs on the edge of the oasis now, but if they come into contact with Peter, who knows what will happen.”

“Hmph,” RV snorted. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

With that, he forcefully grabbed RV’s hand. After a friendly handshake, RV and Tara looked at each other:

“Then, it’s a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. RV.”

“It’s a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Tara.”

At this time, Romeo, who was eavesdropping not far away, was thinking about one thing: since Tara had “taken a fancy” to Qiuyue, did that mean that he would not harass Wen En anymore in the future?

Forget it, Romeo decided to observe a little more. After all, Tara’s values were not the same as a normal person’s. He could even be a third party with a straight face, let alone snatch someone else’s partner.