Of course, there was no juice or soda, and not even any self-introductions.
The two Alphas dropped their sleazy demeanor and sized up the Omegas, their gazes finally settling back on Mu Chenxing.
The darker-skinned Alpha big bro spoke first. “You’re Mu Chenxing?”
Mu Chenxing said, “…Yes.”
The big bro gave him a meaningful look before getting down to business, asking a few questions.
Mu Chenxing remained unflappable, answering each one and even adding a few details.
The big bro nodded. “Got it. You all head down and rest.”
Mu Chenxing wasn’t reassured. “Is there anything we can assist with?”
The big bro waved him off, signaling for Shen Mingtao to come with them.
The rough-eyebrowed Alpha nearby said good-naturedly, “You all just go about your business. As long as you get to Changhong Star safe and sound, that’s fine.”
Mu Chenxing pressed, “But we’re on the same deck— we’re better positioned to keep watch—”
“No.” The big bro’s face hardened. “Forget that you’re just support troops. You haven’t even had proper training. You’d risk alerting the enemy, startle the snake. Delaying things would be a small issue, but if you stir up their killing intent and something happens, that’s a big problem.”
Mu Chenxing paused, then nodded. “Sorry, I overlooked that.”
He had forgotten that Tong Xiao and the others lacked professional reconnaissance training.
The big bro seemed a bit surprised, eyeing him for a moment, still not entirely reassured. He emphasized, “We have this under control. Don’t act rashly, got it?”
Mu Chenxing thought for a second. “I’ve had some training. I can assist, and I’m close to them. If there’s anything you need to know, you can ask me.”
Seeing the two team leaders brush it off, he said seriously, “If something comes up, please let me know as early as possible, as long as it doesn’t violate discipline or rules.”
The big bro dismissed it. “Just mind your own group. Worry less.”
“I’m not sure what use we are right now,” Mu Chenxing said, meeting his gaze. “But I’m leading 135 new recruits reporting for duty, including 82 Omegas. I won’t take responsibility for your mission, and I won’t gamble with my companions or the other passengers. If anything stirs during the voyage, I’m sorry, but I’ll handle it my way.”
The big bro froze, then laughed in anger. “You threatening us? What do you think you can do? Don’t think having a backer lets you run wild here—this isn’t school!”
…Backer? Oh, Pei Yao.
Mu Chenxing stayed calm. “My confidence comes from my own abilities, not anyone else. If you don’t believe me, feel free to test it.”
The big bro: “…”
The rough-eyebrowed big bro asked Shen Mingtao, “All that intel you mentioned—he discovered it?”
Shen Mingtao nodded. “Yes.”
He hesitated, then added, “Sir, this junior of mine has terrifying destructive power. I suggest you seriously consider his advice. Back at school, Principal Fu—I mean, the retired Major General Fu Mingyuan from our military—had to keep a close eye on him all the time.”
Tong Xiao and the other two nodded vigorously.
The big bros: “…”
They exchanged a glance, and the big bro said, “Fine. We’ll sync info with you as long as it doesn’t interfere with the mission.”
He shook his wristband. “Have Mingtao make a group chat. We’ll talk there if needed.”
Mu Chenxing let out a slight breath of relief. Unable to salute, he gave a small nod. “Thanks.”
The two big bros raised their bottles to them and left.
Shen Mingtao created the group and pulled them in, gave a few more reminders, then followed them out.
Mu Chenxing glanced at the two unfamiliar avatars in the group and exhaled softly.
Chu Yuan reassured him. “Should be fine. With military backing and us in the group, it’s good.”
Mu Chenxing shook his head. “Hard to say. The group might just be to placate us, keep us from messing up their op.”
Shen Mingshu said, “If it’s really just two platoons, the odds aren’t great.”
Chu Yuan and Tong Xiao both looked worriedly at Mu Chenxing.
Mu Chenxing pondered for a moment, then shook his head. “No rush. The mine hasn’t boarded yet—no one’s making a move. Let’s head down first, so they don’t worry.”
Shen Mingshu snorted. “Those gambling addicts probably forgot who they are. Worry about them?”
The tension from before vanished. Tong Xiao and Chu Yuan burst out laughing at the same time.
Mu Chenxing sighed helplessly. “Still gotta go back, or they’ll gamble away all their money.”
Just in case, the four strolled around the observation deck once more before heading down the scenic stairs, past the restaurant, and back to the Capsule Cabins.
They hadn’t reached their Cabin District yet when a wave of cheers erupted.
Shen Mingshu said speechlessly, “See? Sounds like they’re all wrapped up in gambling.”
But Mu Chenxing frowned, staring ahead at the corridor—
A huge crowd crammed near their Cabin District, shoulders bumping as they peered inside, blocking the two-meter-wide passage down to a narrow slit.
He muttered, “Who are those?”
Tong Xiao: “…Don’t know them.”
Chu Yuan: “…Seem like Alphas?”
Shen Mingshu: “Fuck, are those the Alphas?”
They exchanged looks and bolted.
Mu Chenxing charged ahead to the back of the crowd.
“Excuse me!” He shoved through while scanning the outsiders—all Alphas. The one on the left had a knife scar on his arm, the one on the right was scar-free but bald, further on, one with muscles thicker than his thigh…
These assholes are the suspected criminals, aren’t they?
His heart sank, his tone urgent. “Please make way!”
“Fuck, quit shoving—ow, little Omega!”
“What’re you tiny guys squeezing for?”
“Coming through—let these little ones in.”
The four finally squeezed past the throng and found their Omegas still gambling in groups of four or five. But now every head and shirt was plastered with paper strips—like some performance art piece.
Several Alphas had even stepped inside the cabin, a few yelling loudly at their Omegas.
“No way!”
“You trying to die?!”
“Holy shit, you’re asking for it!”
“Go on, take ’em down!”
Mu Chenxing’s face darkened; he was about to curse—
“Oof!”
“Oh my god!”
“I knew it!”
The Alphas clutched their faces, stomping and wailing. The scolded Omegas looked miserable too.
But the two opposing Omegas jumped up, cheering with the Alphas behind him.
“Won! Won!”
“I’ve got gang and hua—no penalty for me, hahaha~”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Shen Mingshu and the other two, squeezing in behind: “…”
No one even noticed they’d returned.
Mu Chenxing’s temple throbbed. He checked the time and said weakly, “It’s 11. Collect their tiles!”
Shen Mingshu rolled up his sleeves. “Yeah! Pisses me off—we’re out there stressing, and they’re gambling like this!”
Even Tong Xiao was mad. “Pack it up. No more playing from now on!”
Chu Yuan quietly bent down to pick up the tiles from the just-finished round nearby.
Xia Weizhen, whose tiles were being collected: “Hey, Yuan Yuan! What’re you doing?!”
The nearby Omegas and watching Alphas all glared furiously.
Chu Yuan put on an innocent face, voice soft but firm. “Xingxing says collect the tiles. No more playing.”
Xia Weizhen grabbed his arm, wheedling. “One more round! Just one!”
The watching Alphas chimed in:
“Come on, two more hands.”
“Nothing to do on the ship. What else you gonna do?”
Chu Yuan ignored them, firm. “No. Time to rest.”
Xia Weizhen, with his oversized keychain dangling, snatched all the tiles back from the other Omegas and stuffed them into Mu Chenxing’s pocket.
Mu Chenxing played along with a fake smile. “It’s 11. No more playing!”
He pointed at Xia Weizhen and the others. “Who was it saying Omegas have to sleep by 11 or they’ll get spots and wrinkles?”
Xia Weizhen and crew: “…”
They plopped down, faces crumpling.
“Damn, my luck was just turning.”
“I lost so much—I wanna win it back!”
“Aaah, how’s it 11 already!”
The nearby Alphas were baffled:
“Why listen to him?”
“Yeah, grab the tiles back! Keep going!”
“We haven’t had enough!”
“11? So what—continue!”
Mu Chenxing joined the tile-grabbing amid the wailing like ghosts and wolves howling, keeping an ear on Xia Weizhen’s side, afraid he’d spill Military Academy or Military District info.
Xia Weizhen said, “No can do. He’s the boss—we listen to him.”
Sure enough, the Alphas questioned:
“Boss?”
“You guys some team?”
“Big group, huh? Where you headed?”
Mu Chenxing’s mind raced. He quickly gathered the tiles and turned to intervene—
But Xia Weizhen jutted his chin. “Hmph, we’re members of the Omega Growth Association! We’re Omegas with lofty ideals and grand goals, here to change the world!!”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He silently turned back to collecting tiles. He forgot—I had us play Werewolf. These Omegas can bullshit better than anyone.
The nearby Alphas—even some farther ones—heard Xia Weizhen’s bold declaration and burst into laughter.
“Little Omega’s got spirit!”
“How you gonna change the world?”
Xia Weizhen “hmph”ed arrogantly. “Just wait. One day, the world will be ours—Omegas’!”
The Alphas laughed even harder.
Mu Chenxing finished collecting everyone’s tiles and signaled Tong Xiao to keep going to the next cabin. He stood guard just in case.
The Alphas, seeing no more play, retreated reluctantly to the corridor, chatting them up.
“What’s this game called? I’m buying some too.”
“Which planet’s rules? Never heard of it.”
Xia Weizhen peeled paper strips off himself while answering. “My roommate custom-made it. Called Mahjong—probably from his hometown. Never seen it online.”
“Why Mahjong? Weird name.”
“Phonetic translation, I guess.”
“Who cares. Little Omega, ask your roommate if he can sell us a couple sets. Bored as hell on this ship—growing moss.”
“Yeah, we’ll play too. Sell us some—even if pricey.”
Xia Weizhen: “Gotta ask Xingxing—Xingxing, can we sell?”
A horde of tall, burly, tiger-backed Alphas turned as one, staring hopefully at him.
Mu Chenxing glanced at Xia Weizhen winking furiously and sneakily shaking his finger, sighed inwardly, and asked the Alphas, “How many sets? Fair warning—these are custom. Not sold outside. High cost. Minimum 50 coins per set!”
Actually, he’d ordered in bulk with discounts—under 30 coins each averaged.
The Alphas all sighed in relief:
“Only 50? Doable!”
“Cheap! We’ll take ’em!”
“How many you got? We’ll buy ’em all!”
Xia Weizhen and the others were thunderstruck:
“Ah! We don’t have enough for ourselves!”
“We only play a few rounds then rest—can’t sell!”
“Don’t sell!”
Mu Chenxing was ruthless. “Can sell 20 sets!”
Omegas wailed.
Alphas cheered.
Then everyone watched as Mu Chenxing dragged a suitcase from under his own Capsule Cabin and pulled out 20 sets.
Everyone: “…”
Xia Weizhen lunged, choking him. “You were hoarding? I waited forever for my turn!”
Tao Xirui fumed. “Xingxing, you’ve changed—you don’t love us anymore!”
The other Omegas protested nonstop.
Mu Chenxing deadpanned. “Knew you were such gambling addicts, I wouldn’t have brought out a single set!”
The Omegas: “…”
The Alphas grinned ear-to-ear, scanning payments cheerfully.
Mu Chenxing friended a few. “Message me if you don’t get some rules.”
“You got it!”
The pack of burly Alpha men ran off joyfully with their Mahjong sets.
Mu Chenxing and crew dispersed, opened comms, screenshotted the new IDs from earlier, and forwarded them to the small group with the big bros.
Big Bro Li Jun popped up—
Li Jun: ?
Mu Chenxing: Suspected criminals’ personal IDs.
Li Jun: ?!
Li Jun: Didn’t I tell you not to beat the grass to startle the snake?！！！
Even across the network, with only the text to go on, it felt like they could hear his roar.
Mu Chenxing: Didn’t beat the grass. The snake crawled over on its own.
Li Jun: ……?
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