Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Blood snaked down the slender fingers, gradually dampening the black leather gloves, dripping onto the luxurious and ornate woolen blanket at the doorstep.

The air was filled with a strong and familiar scent of Alpha pheromones, accompanied by a faintly sweet and luscious aroma of Omega heat.

The young man at the doorstep coldly listened to the sounds coming from inside the door, his hand involuntarily tightening.

The moans of the omegas inside became even more lascivious as the chairs creaked and squeaked, as if they were flaunting and proclaiming their temporary pleasure to those who couldn't ascend to the king's bed.

He rotated his wrist a bit, and blood dripped eagerly from the severed wound. Despite the agonizing pain of the tear, he casually pulled off a mocking smile, indifferent to it all.

The sweet moans of Omega could be faintly heard from within the room, "Ah...I can't take it anymore...Mmmh..."

The moans reached their peak, and then the door suddenly slammed to the ground with a loud thud, as if something had been forcefully pierced into it.

The thick door was pushed open, revealing a small gap. A ray of light seeped into the dark room.

The Omegas were suppressed by the powerful spiritual force belonging to the dominant ones. They all obediently cowered on the carpet, trembling with fear, while their faces showed obvious signs of tension and unease, still tinged with lingering desire.

Their leader was always so unpredictable.

One moment he may allow you to sit on his lap and have an intimate time together, but the next moment he could ruthlessly toss you aside without any hesitation.

"Get lost." The man sitting on the throne furrowed his brows. With his tall and muscular body completely bare, his upper half concealed in darkness, his deep and magnetic voice revealed a trace of impatience and restlessness.

No one knows how Wang's rage was ignited, but upon hearing Wang's command, the Omegas could only flee in disarray, without stopping to straighten their clothes. No one dared to linger here for another second, risking getting into trouble.

The Omega who was kicked down by Wang and fell onto the door had a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. Unwillingly, he wiped it away with his hand, and glared at the black-haired youth who loomed over him from the half-opened door. Meanwhile, the youth innocently curled his lips.

He still remembered that this Omega was named Huayi, also an Asian. It seemed that he was even a small celebrity. Wang seemed to have always... cherished him.

Hua Yi struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and left without looking back.

The other Omegas also fled from their surroundings, and the room that had just been incredibly chaotic strangely became quiet.

The young man extended his uninjured left hand, removed his glove, and lightly knocked on the partially closed door.

"Come in."

The youth entered the room, which seemed like a completely different world compared to the brightly lit corridor.

In a spacious and magnificent room, only two wall lamps were lit, concealing the Baroque-style decor in darkness. The dim, yellowish light intertwined with the intense pheromones in the room, creating a lascivious melody.

He walked familiarly to the front of the king's throne, sniffing the scent of desire in the air, controlling his emotions, bowing without looking away, and then spoke softly, "Your assigned task has been completed, Your Highness."

"Very well." The man seated on the throne stood up, revealing his face that had been concealed in the darkness. It was such a handsome face that could captivate everyone who laid eyes on it.

Smooth and sharp contours, a high straight bridge of the nose unlike that of an East Asian, thin and straight lips, deep-set eye sockets, but what is most mesmerizing are those icy-colored pupils, a translucent blue that appears almost white.

Wang reached out his hand, and the young man immediately understood. He took out a set of fully prepared hair binding silk ribbons and robes from the wardrobe and helped Wang put them on.

His right hand was injured, and this slight pain could be easily ignored by him. However, under no circumstances should he allow his blood to stain Wang Jiejing's pristine clothes.

Ou Yue carefully used three clean fingers to hold the silver ribbon, and tied up Wang Ji's shoulder-length orange-red curly hair.

Blood from the wound on his hand continued to slowly overflow uncontrollably. In addition to his right hand, there were also injuries on his waist and abdomen, which caused a painful sensation every time he moved. Ouyue silently experienced this familiar pain.

This mission target is extremely difficult to deal with, to the point that he got injured. His opponent is a silver-haired man who wields a large sword, a swordsman named "Kylo."