Chapter 66: Snake-like Beauty

Chapter 66: The Venomous Beauty

The alphas from Srilan weren't entirely sure why they had chased after Song Yuqing to demand an explanation.

The competition rules were clear: victory was only achieved by completely destroying the opponent's robot.

There was no provision for demanding repairs after failing to destroy the opponent's robot.

After watching Song Yuqing leave, a group of alphas couldn't resist pursuing him, seeking answers.

The young man's gaze held a hint of icy coldness, yet the corners of his lips bore a faint smile. "I don't quite understand—since your skills are inferior, how do you still have the audacity to stand before me?"

The alphas, of course, refused to back down, still staring intently at Song Yuqing. They seemed to realize why they had followed him: having already lost the match, they couldn't just slink away like beaten dogs.

But they were unwilling to accept it.

"Are you lashing out in humiliation?" Song Yuqing's few words tore away their facade, leaving them both humiliated and furious, wanting to retort but finding no words.

"A bunch of trash," Song Yuqing commented coldly. "Shameless losers throwing tantrums."

The alphas surrounded Song Yuqing, enduring insult after insult from him.

Watching those pale lips utter the harshest words, they grew angrier with each insult, yet couldn't tear their eyes away from him. Their gazes lingered greedily on Song Yuqing’s figure.

One alpha’s eyes fell on Song Yuqing’s neck, where a faint red mark stood out against his snow-white skin.

The alpha stared fixedly at Song Yuqing’s neck, as if finally finding a weak point to attack. "Did your husband leave that?"

"Bringing your husband to a competition—he must be desperate to die in your bed, huh?"

"Can’t you survive without an alpha?"

"Did he knot inside your reproductive cavity?"

"Or did you sleep with another alpha? Xiao Jinshi? Or Ye Siling?"

The alphas grew increasingly provoked, as if unable to defeat Song Yuqing’s robot, they could instead spread malicious rumors about him, dragging him into scandal and having him labeled as a shameless beta.

"Did you even sleep with them to get this competition opportunity?"

"Tell us, if we dragged you into the underground parking lot and defiled you, would they still want you?"

The four alphas hadn’t initially thought that far, but once someone voiced such ideas, they stared at Song Yuqing’s pale, slender frame and beautiful face, growing increasingly agitated.

Song Yuqing looked frail and sickly, like a beta who couldn’t even resist a single alpha.

They even began imagining tomorrow’s media headlines:

—Married beta assaulted by multiple alphas in underground parking lot.

By then, the media and public attention would focus solely on Song Yuqing’s scandal, completely overshadowing their defeat.

Song Yuqing finally lifted his eyes, giving the alphas a cold glance before patting Number Six’s head.

Just as the alphas were about to move, Number Six bound them all and tossed them into a corner, thoughtfully stuffing cloth into their mouths to silence them.

Song Yuqing looked down at the four tied-up alphas.

"Underground parking lot, you said?" He seemed to be seriously considering something as he detached one of Number Six’s tentacles, turning it into a handy tool—like a small dagger. During the match, they had seen how every part of Number Six’s body could cut through steel.

Under the alphas’ terrified gazes, one of them instinctively tried to crawl away but was pinned under Song Yuqing’s foot on his shoulder.

Song Yuqing gave him a cold look. "Running? Are you scared?"

The dagger plunged between the alpha’s ribs, the blade twisting. The alpha wanted to scream in agony, but the cloth in his mouth muffled the sound. Sweating profusely in pain, he stared at Song Yuqing in terror, only to be kicked onto his back.

A splash of blood landed on Song Yuqing’s pale cheek, accentuating his striking beauty.

The alphas who hadn’t been stabbed yet still had the mind to think:

—Damn, he’s fucking gorgeous. If only he weren’t trying to kill us.

One alpha glanced at him, then quickly averted his eyes. Would Song Yuqing really kill them over mere words?

After all, Srilan law was hardly enforced here. Even if Song Yuqing killed them, Xiao Jinshi would help cover it up, feeding their bodies to the fish in the sea.

After handling them one by one, Song Yuqing wiped off the blood, reattached Number Six’s tentacle, and patted its head. "Let’s go home."

Number Six: (*^_^*)

As soon as Song Yuqing left, Xiao Jinshi appeared. Standing in the dim light at the edge of shadows, he watched Song Yuqing’s disappearing figure around the corner.

He asked with a smile, "Do you prefer crocodiles or sharks?"

"Or would you prefer to be mutes? What will you say?"

Song Yuqing took Number Six to the second basement level, where all competing robots were housed. At the end of each day, every team returned their robots here.

When Song Yuqing arrived, the attendant asked, "Why are you so late today?"

Song Yuqing: "I chatted with someone on the way."

He placed Number Six into the glass chamber, connected the charger, and locked it inside, pocketing the key.

Number Six’s performance in this match compelled every team to take its capabilities seriously.

That day, every team replayed the footage of Number Six’s match, analyzing its weaknesses.

"Is there any AI smarter than Number Six’s brain?"

"Not to be rude, but I think Number Six’s weakness is Song Yuqing."

"What kind of robot acts cute with its owner during a fight?"

"Maybe we should just sit on it? It’s just a small fry."

"I think it would stab through the other robot’s ass."

"…"

The teams discussing fell into silence. Damn, who created this walking nightmare? Song Yuqing must be getting back at society.

At the same time, the media broke a story that quickly spread among those following the competition across the four continents.

—In the latest robot competition, four alphas from Team Three of Sri Lanka Continent fought over a beauty and performed physical castration on each other in the underground parking lot.

The blurred but still graphic footage, the pools of blood on the ground, and the alphas writhing in agony like worms created a strong visual impact.

The alphas, who had just been lamenting Song Yuqing's revenge on society, fell into an even deeper silence.

They all trembled with fear. Although the report did not specify who the beauty was, they knew all too well—among all the participants, the most eye-catching and desired was Song Yuqing.

Before being defeated by Song Yuqing's robot, they had all fantasized about him to some extent.

"What a ruthless person."

"A ruthless beauty."

"If he weren't ruthless, how could he have ousted Tan Shu to become the student council president? I heard Tan Shu left Victor in utter disgrace when he stepped down."

"He's beautiful, alright, but don't you think survival is more important?"

This question left everyone silent again. How should I say this?

Even though they knew Song Yuqing's pale, frail appearance was fake and that he attacked ruthlessly, why did it feel inexplicably more thrilling?

The alphas watched with vacant eyes as Robot Number Six tore apart a giant opponent with its bare hands, and gazed at Song Yuqing's weary, pale, beautiful face in the footage.

Damn it, I must be an M. I really don't know how to show my face after this.

Meeting each other's guilty glances, the alphas slowly snapped out of their shock and disbelief at discovering their masochistic tendencies, their eyes showing a hint of relief.

Good, I'm not the only alpha who's an M. Everyone else is too—everyone wants to be Song Yuqing's dog.

At this point, they didn't yet know that the love-hate relationship the four continents would have with Song Yuqing had just begun, and they would live under his shadow for a long time to come.

Longing for a glance from Song Yuqing, yet fearing him all the same.

Song Yuqing went to Xiao Jinshi's room.

Xiao Jinshi was in a bad mood. That damn pervert really dared to show up anywhere—not only did he come, but he also stole the clothes Song Yuqing had left behind that day.

"How's it going?" Song Yuqing asked.

Xiao Jinshi briefly updated him. "My people have been tailing him since yesterday, but all they saw was him being bullied by a group of alphas."

"They've been watching him as much as possible."

Song Yuqing: "So you're saying he hasn't been behaving suspiciously?"

"Not exactly." Xiao Jinshi continued, "It's more like he's skilled in disguise. My people often lose track of him."

Song Yuqing picked up the stack of photos Xiao Jinshi handed him and examined them one by one.

He singled out one photo—in it, a blond alpha looked into the camera, lips slightly curled in a clear provocation.

"It's him."

His usual tactic—smugly provoking others.

Thinking no one can catch him, so he acts recklessly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Xiao Jinshi frowned, annoyed by the bad timing. "I'll get it."

Song Yuqing ignored him. "Hmm."

Xiao Jinshi was a bit displeased. "Brother, you don't care about me at all, staring so intently at another alpha."

Song Yuqing shot him a glance. "You're insane."

Xiao Jinshi stared at Song Yuqing's lips. Even when cursing, he looks so beautiful.

Song Yuqing patted Xiao Jinshi's face, eager to shoo him toward the door. "Go open the door, you dog."

Song Yuqing continued studying the photos, deep in thought. Rather than plastic surgery, he leaned toward the idea of disguise.

Xiao Jinshi had also gathered a stack of documents placed nearby—photos and habits of the alpha from childhood onward. The alpha came from an ordinary family but showed exceptional talent in robotics, hence his special admission into Team Eight of Sri Lanka Continent.

The information was complete and clear, almost flawless.

Song Yuqing's eyes narrowed as he compared certain details, quickly confirming that the suspect and the alpha in the documents were two different people.

That photo was likely taken when the suspect first arrived in Sri Lanka Continent—in it, the suspect stood with his parents, all three smiling happily at the camera.

Only a section of his fingers was visible: short, uneven nails, cracked edges, and scratches covering the nail surface, as if from heavy labor like mining or coal digging, with some staining between the fingers.

In a family that wasn't exactly poor, and with parents who catered to their only alpha, his nails couldn't possibly look like that.

In later photos, the nail beds were completely restored, with none of those issues remaining—only the enlarged knuckles hinting at the past. Some marks can heal and disappear, but others remain for a lifetime.

All evidence pointed to the suspect having stolen another alpha's identity by some means.

Song Yuqing continued scrutinizing the alpha in the photos.

As soon as Xiao Jinshi opened the door, he was met with Pei Huai's scowling face. "Is Song Yuqing here?"

"I want to see Qingqing."

Xiao Jinshi was shoved aside as Pei Huai barged in, trying to find Yuqing. Xiao Jinshi grabbed him, his face darkening. "Get out. Qingqing came to see me."

Pei Huai frowned and punched Xiao Jinshi in the face, eyes blazing with anger. "Get the hell out of my way! I'm looking for my wife—what's it to you?"

As Pei Huai pushed the door open, he saw Song Yuqing sitting on the edge of the bed, clothes disheveled, revealing pale collarbones marked with kiss bruises. The blankets were messy, as if something had just happened.

Song Yuqing lifted his eyes and coldly stared at Pei Huai. "Get out."

Pei Huai looked hurt. "Why can't I?"

He grew frantic. "Qingqing, if he can, why can't I?"

Song Yuqing fixed his gaze on Pei Huai, making his heart race—especially seeing Song Yuqing with slightly tousled hair, Pei Huai's eyes darkened.

"Get out."

Pei Huai's eyes were full of hurt, like a wronged puppy.

Xiao Jinshi walked over and draped clothes over Song Yuqing. "Brother, rest a bit longer. I'll handle him."

Xiao Jinshi played along, as if Song Yuqing had been awakened by Pei Huai.

Pei Huai stared at the damp spot on the sheets, as if provoked by that bit of moisture, his eyes reddening. "Song Yuqing, if he can fuck you, why can't I?"

Song Yuqing slapped Pei Huai across the face, hard enough to snap his head to the side. The alpha's sharp, handsome features were scratched by Song Yuqing’s nails, taking off a bit of flesh and leaving a bloody mark.

“You like him so much that why does Xiao Jinshi, who came later, get to stay by your side? Just because I made one mistake, I lose my chance completely?” Pei Huai gritted his teeth. “Song Yuqing, I’ve treated you so well. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”

“What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?” Even Xiao Jinshi hadn’t expected Pei Huai to say such things to Song Yuqing.

“Get out,” Song Yuqing said coldly once more.

Pei Huai’s eyes reddened. He turned and left.

Xiao Jinshi went to close the door. “Stop acting crazy. No matter how much you rage, gege still won’t like you.”

Pei Huai stared at the closed door, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

When Xiao Jinshi returned, Song Yuqing was buttoning his clothes. He didn't even look up when Xiao Jinshi entered.

A pair of pale feet stepped on the carpet. Xiao Jinshi walked over, knelt down, and cupped the pale ankle in his hands.

“Pei Huai really has gone mad.”

Song Yuqing took out a sealed plastic bag and carefully placed the bit of human tissue from under his nails inside.

Then he said calmly, “The person just now wasn't Pei Huai.”

Author's Note:

Pei Puppy: ? I only dare to sneak a look at my wife—and some alpha dares to use my face to see my wife? Is he trying to get beaten to death by my wife?

Song Qingqing: Gotta say, that the imitation was pretty convincing.

Pei Puppy: If my wife can tell it wasn’t me, then what else could it be if not love?