You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

With the tribunal staff keeping detailed records, Song Han dared not let Zhong Xun "disappear" immediately. However, he could still manage to "invite" him to a club he frequented, book a private room, and call in several burly Alphas to intimidate him.

Song Lin's tone carried a sense of composure and disdain, as if he had someone backing him up: "Mr. Zhong, would you like some water?"

Zhong Xun smiled faintly: "No, thank you."

Song Lin asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Zhong? Are you afraid we'll put something in the water?"

Zhong Xun looked at him and asked, "So, did you let him go?"

Song Lin's smile vanished instantly.

In the dim light, Song Han clapped softly: "Truly worthy of being Meng Jingting's Omega."

Before Zhong Xun could respond, Song Lin was the first to react, exclaiming, "Brother!!!"

"Okay." Song Han gave a gesture of understanding, his originally indifferent expression instantly changing. As Song Chu's groomed successor, he was quite influential in Yandu District A. He felt that Zhong Xun's current calmness was just an act, or rather, temporary.

Meeting Song Han's cold expression, Zhong Xun asked, "You brought me here, aren't you afraid Meng Jingting will find out?"

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Song Lin scoffed, "You're kidding, there's a shielding device here that can interfere with the court's view for at least two hours."

"One hour," Zhong Xun corrected, but he knew that as long as the surroundings were sealed off, it would be fine.

Zhong Xun then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Song Lin's disdainful gaze sharpened slightly. After a moment, he spoke, "Leave Meng Jingting, can you do that?"

Zhong Xun leaned back: "What gives you the right?"

"What are you pretending for?!" Song Lin dropped his pretense, his voice harsh and menacing. "Once you're an Omega marked by multiple people, will Meng Jingting still want you?"

"Take some time to untangle the cloak of your brain." Zhong Xun scoffed. "Meng Jingting is an S-class. Even if I'm marked by a hundred people, he can crush their pheromones in an instant and continue marking me for life. Besides, I won't just sit here and wait to die."

These words greatly exceeded Song Han's expectations. Normally, an Omega would have collapsed under such a repressive environment and faced so many dangerous Alphas. Even if they were released safely afterward, they would still have lingering psychological trauma.

But Zhong Xun sat there without even frowning.

Song Lin suddenly stood up: "What are you showing off?!"

"Just stating the facts," Zhong Xun laughed. "Young Master Song should also improve his mental fortitude. He should understand that even without me, Meng Jingting wouldn't look down on you."

"Shut up!"

Song Han was clearly also provoked and made a gesture.

Four Alphas grinned as they approached Zhong Xun, their pheromones releasing a mixture of various scents—watermelon mixed with gasoline, a truly indescribable sight.

"I'm going to throw up," it said, hidden within the sea of ​​consciousness.

As Song Lin waited expectantly, Zhong Xun suddenly spoke up: "Do you know that I like enclosed environments the most?"

No one reacted to this at first.

Then Zhong Xun sighed: "Meng Jingting is giving me the cold shoulder because I risked my life, and she won't reply to my emojis."

The mental tentacles rapidly drew out faint streams of air.

The leader of the Alphas was a tattooed man with skin as rough and uneven as a dirt road, dark eyebrows, and fierce eyes. The smell of gasoline pheromones emanating from him was his. The moment Song Han gave the order, the tattooed man was ready to go all out. High-quality Omegas like Zhong Xun are rare. How did you judge him? He looks like he was painted on, and the gentle breeze blowing from the valley is enough to fascinate any Alpha.

The moment the mental tentacles probed into the tattooed arm's mental sea, he wasn't just mesmerized; his eyes glazed over for a second. Then, as if gasoline had been ignited by a raging fire, it exploded with a bang, startling the three Alphas nearby who retreated in astonishment.

His susceptible period was brought forward.

"Come here," Zhong Xun said coldly.

The tattooed man's consciousness was banished to the ends of the earth, and Zhong Xun's voice became like a timely rain in a drought. A shrine suddenly rose in his heart, and Zhong Xun's figure appeared vaguely.

The tattooed man stepped forward as instructed, but perhaps feeling that this was not devout enough after taking a couple of steps, he changed to kneeling and prostrating.

Under the horrified gazes of Song Han and Song Lin, the tattooed man crawled step by step to Zhong Xun's feet.

Zhong Xun continued the previous topic, "Meng Jing isn't replying to my messages, do you know what to do?"

The tattooed arm shook its head blankly.

"Slap!" Zhong Xun swung his wrist and slapped him hard across the face: "Useless."

Song Lin's legs were already weak from the pheromones from the tattooed arm. He hated the smell of gasoline, but he couldn't go against his Omega nature. If this continued, his heat cycle would start earlier!

Song Han helped his younger brother up, looking at Zhong Xun with surprise and uncertainty. He finally felt the absurdity of going from hunter to prey.

"I'm curious why I was able to resist?" Zhong Xun laughed. "You little good-for-nothing brother of yours definitely can't learn it. Even Meng Jingting's pheromones weren't enough to make me submit. A mere B-grade." Zhong Xun snorted coldly, then attacked the two brothers indiscriminately: "I'm very curious, why would Song Chu take you, a cripple, as his successor?"

Song Han's pupils suddenly contracted, and an immense sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. His arm trembled uncontrollably, and for the first time, he had the urge to completely amputate his sixth finger.

Song Chu had mentioned this before, but Song Han wanted others to look at him with curiosity about his six fingers while also having to respect him. Anyone who dared to laugh at Song Han would not have a good ending!

But Zhong Xun was destined for greatness. He tapped his toe in Song Lin's direction, reminding the tattooed man, "What are you waiting for?"

The tattooed arm, like a large hunting dog receiving a command, charged forward with a frenzied look in its eyes.

Song Lin let out a piercing scream.

Zhong Xun looked at the cup of tea on the table. He didn't want things to get so awkward, but the other party had cut off his path first. Moreover, judging from Song Han's practiced way of targeting Omegas, he must be a repeat offender.

It doesn't matter, no one can escape today.

Song Han was also a B-level when he differentiated, but he was later fed to a higher level by Song Chu using technological means. This caused his mental sea to be unstable. After being exhausted by the tattooed arm, his mental tentacles patiently waited for a few minutes before finding an opportunity to probe in.

Narrow and barren, it's nothing like what an A-level Alpha should be like.

"You really are a cripple," Zhong Xun said.

Song Han instantly realized that the strange sensation in his mental sea was a tentacle invasion, and he was furious: "Zhong Xun, how dare you!"

The next second, the mental tentacle gently picked up a fragile strand of mental energy.

Song Han felt like a duck being choked, all his emotions coming to an abrupt halt.

Zhong Xun said in a good mood, "The Su family is your family's dog. You should have a good relationship with Su Shengjie. You should ask him beforehand what the consequences would be if you attacked me."

The moment he finished speaking, his mental energy was severed.

Song Han's wailing shook the dust off the walls.

The guards outside finally realized something was wrong and immediately pushed the door open. Then, without any warning, they were invaded by mental tentacles in a second.

"Don't move." Zhong Xun shifted his position, resting his chin on one hand, and asked the group, "Does anyone have a partner? You can share and exchange ideas with me."

The room was deathly silent; everyone had been put on pause.

Song Lin fell to the ground, his face covered in snot and tears, and all traces of arrogance were gone.

Just then—

"Wonderful!"

Zhong Xun turned his head at the sound and saw Fang Qian squatting on the windowsill at some point.

This is the 23rd floor.