Chapter 3 The Counselor’s Third Day He called for help.

Chapter 3: The Counselor's Third Day on the Job: A Cry for Help

Driven by anger, Mou Lin found reading Dai Xiaole’s next 24 hours through the device far clearer and more detailed than his previous scan of the security guard’s story at the bar.

Bad news: The device showed the outcome without his intervention, ending with Dai Xiaole weeping by the river.

Good news… he knew how to prevent it. The source of the problem would soon be delivered to him; after all, he had signed an agreement midway between leaving Earth and arriving here.

Mou Lin had come precisely to resolve the chaos and injustice—or, as some might call it, melodrama—of this world.

"Three."

Everyone in the room was startled by Mou Lin’s sudden voice. Dai Xiaole, who had been stealthily averting his gaze, quickly snapped his eyes back.

Ignoring him, Mou Lin turned his attention to the doorway, straightening his collar. "Two."

Cheng Jingnian noticed a smile playing on Mou Lin’s lips as he casually tapped his combat boot.

"One." Mou Lin mouthed the word to Cheng Jingnian.

He said:

"Bang!"

The reception room door swung open, and with the clamor from outside, a noble figure entered, flanked by four black-suited bodyguards. She wore a deep purple silk gown, her upper body concealed by a shawl. The straight cut revealed no curves, save for a deep purple rose at her neck, also shimmering with a silken luster, adding a touch of elegance. Upon closer inspection, however, the delicate, flowing rose was tied to a suppression collar, serving merely as an ornament.

In truth, Mou Lin preferred to call it a disguise. Suppression collars, also known as anti-bite rings, were rarely seen. In an era where suppressant side effects were almost nonexistent and mark-removal technology highly advanced, omegas wearing them either embraced Y3K retro style or hailed from rigid, traditional families. Judging by this person’s attire, it was clearly the latter.

The noble figure lifted her chin. Frankly, she resembled a walking stereotype of a wealthy, malicious mother-in-law. She scanned the room, then strode arrogantly up to Mou Lin and demanded, "Are you the omega who seduced my son?"

Mou Lin’s smile vanished instantly.

A sharp intake of breath from Dai Xiaole interrupted Mr. Mou’s thoughts. He exclaimed in shock, "You’re a man? I thought you were a female beta!"

Now it was the noblewoman’s—nobleman’s—turn to lose his smile. He glared fiercely at Dai Xiaole. "Where did this lowly beta come from? I am a precious male omega!"

The insult landed hard. Cheng Jingnian flexed his wrist, while the expression on Mou Lin’s face grew so terrifying that Dai Xiaole, realizing his mistake, scrambled under the table.

The combat boot tapped the floor with a crisp sound as Mou Lin stood up. "First, retract your sexist remarks. As a beta, I find your comments highly inappropriate."

"Beta?!" The nobleman’s focus shifted entirely. He shrieked and lunged forward. "How can you be a beta? My son is a righteous alpha! He must bond with an omega. How could he be seduced by a shameless beta like you?"

Mou Lin easily pushed him aside. Though a civilian counselor, as a teacher at a military academy, he had learned a thing or two about self-defense.

"You! Teach him a lesson!" screamed the nobleman, who had stumbled against the wall. The bodyguards, carbon copies of President Qin’s guards, moved forward at his command.

"Hey! This is a police station!" yelled the ignored police officer, but to no avail. However, Mou Lin’s partner, Cheng Jingnian, was still there. He glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, ensuring it had captured the other party’s provocation.

A few dull thuds of impact later, the bodyguards lay on the ground, powerless to resist. The cold gleam of metal sent another jolt through the nobleman’s already taut nerves and vocal cords.

He shrieked, nearly hoarse, "You’re wearing a Theta Model prosthetic! That’s contraband!"

The ambient noise from outside abruptly ceased.

The young people who had been arguing with the police fell silent mid-sentence. The officer reprimanding them stumbled over his words, repeating regulations about illegal streaming, his sentences disjointed.

In the deliberately created silence, the phrase "What the hell?" from the terminal of the man refusing to admit he’d been catfished rang out clearly. Though the voice was still sweet, it made the victim burst into tears. The police officer tried to comfort him, half-amused, half-exasperated, and the chaos outside the reception room resumed.

Unaware of the curious glances directed his way, the nobleman turned to the omega police officer and demanded, "What are you pressing? I heard you under the desk! Why aren’t you arresting this promiscuous beta and that one with the contraband? What are you doing?!"

Why hasn’t he lost his voice yet?

Mou Lin wondered.

The omega officer decided to throw caution to the wind, pulling the hidden call device out from under the desk and openly asking into it, "Why hasn’t backup arrived? This is almost turning into an assault on police."

"You!" Like a programmed machine, the nobleman lunged at whoever angered him—this time, the omega officer. But Cheng Jingnian swiftly restrained him.

Sometimes, it was a relief that betas were subconsciously seen by most AOs—at least traditional Os who wore suppression collars—as robots incapable of sexual function, akin to what was commonly called impotence. Thus, physical contact between betas and omegas, whether accompanied by an alpha or not, couldn’t be charged as sexual harassment. Otherwise, the noise assault Cheng Jingnian endured would be at least ten times worse.

Mou Lin sighed deeply. He walked over to the nobleman, whose arms were firmly held by Cheng Jingnian, leaving him only with verbal attacks.

"Though it might be impolite to silence you, compared to everything you’ve just done, what does it matter?" He looked down at the petite omega male, who stood at about 160 cm, and gestured with the bottom of the water bottle near his mouth, as if measuring whether it would fit.

The effect was immediate. The nobleman’s screaming mouth clamped shut like the door of his family’s safe, which he himself had no authority to open.

The noise-free environment was truly peaceful. Mou Lin rubbed his still-ringing ears, and even Cheng Jingnian subtly let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, now we can finally talk properly. Where was I?" Mou Lin tapped the half-full water bottle against his palm. "Let me make this clear: my colleague and I are responsible for the first-year Class A at the Federal First Military Academy. We are part of the military system. My colleague’s use of the Theta Model prosthetic is entirely legal and compliant. Based on your words and actions, we will be filing a lawsuit against you for defamation and insult of military personnel."

"Next, aside from the rape accusation, there’s another critical reason your son is here."

"Your son, Qin Guanyu, is suspected of using an unknown inducer to cause abnormal fluctuations in an omega’s pheromones. As an alpha, his crime is aggravated. The investigation will exclude unintentional motives."

The nobleman’s eyes widened, making him look even more like a Chihuahua. Unfortunately, in this interstellar era, such fragile creatures had long vanished into the river of time, so no one could share Mou Lin’s perfect analogy.

The Chihuahua seemed to teeter between fainting and screaming. His forward stumble was halted by Cheng Jingnian. Fainting outright seemed too demanding for his acting skills. After scrutinizing the water bottle in Mou Lin’s hand, he opted to speak in a normal volume.

For a moment, Mou Lin thought he’d come to his senses. But as soon as he opened his mouth, it was the familiar sex-obsessed brain, only sharp in this regard. He suddenly deduced that Dai Xiaole was the actual omega involved and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. "Compared to a beta, an omega is barely acceptable… but don’t think you can rise to prominence through marking. An omega who goes to bars should at least bear an alpha child before even considering entering our family—ugh!"

Mou Lin decisively shoved the water bottle into his mouth.

The people in the hall had gradually crowded outside the door to watch, the packed crowd making it easy to miss the young men who had been brought in for illegal streaming, now sneakily raising their hands.

Mou Lin held the nobleman’s chin with one hand and secured the bottle with the other. "Stop spreading feudal ideas. This isn’t the Empire. This is White Frost Star in the Federation, the core academic planet of the Monoceros Constellation."

The nobleman struggled, trying to kick him, but the narrow skirt of his silk gown trapped him. Mou Lin took half a step back, easily out of range, and even spared a moment of concern for his colleague.

But he soon noticed the nobleman’s feet stayed firmly in place, not daring to swing back for fear of brushing against Cheng Jingnian. Realization dawned on Mou Lin, and he scoffed. "Bullying the weak but fearing the strong."

"It seems you’ve come from another planet, expecting to throw your weight around as usual. But this is White Frost Star. The person you insulted is a student of the Federal First Military Academy! He fought his way here to explore the boundaries of the star domain and defend human dignity! Not to become someone’s wife or carry on a bloodline."

Mou Lin’s cheeks flushed with emotion, his eyes blazing like torches. "He’s here to pluck the stars and continue writing history! He won’t rot away in your rules!!"

Silence fell over everyone. The crowd, initially there for the spectacle, felt a collective tremor and fell quiet.

Tears streamed from Dai Xiaole’s eyes as he rushed into Mou Lin’s arms. "Teacher, I want to remove my mark! I want to pluck the stars!"

Mou Lin nearly coughed up blood from the impact.

The nobleman stood dumbfounded, not even reacting as the water bottle slipped from his mouth. Others reacted faster, shouting angrily, "Get out!" "Spy of the Empire!" The police barely managed to control the enraged crowd. However, White Frost Star’s population was unique—either graduates of the academy or families of current students. The police turned a blind eye as Cheng Jingnian released the nobleman and stepped back, pretending to be overwhelmed. The crowd surged forward, pummeling the bodyguards struggling to rise and their arrogant employer.

"Oops, I slipped. How did my foot end up on your face?" "Sorry, but your face seems to attract my fists."… The omega’s screams mixed with the crowd’s poorly acted apologies, and the scene descended into explosive chaos.

A police officer emerging from the interrogation room was startled. "What’s all this noise?"

"You there!" Her gaze sharpened. "What are you doing with your hands? Project your terminal screen!"

The young men trembled, guilt written all over their faces. The nearby officer finally caught on, forcibly accessing their terminals. "Just brought in for illegal streaming, and now you’re streaming inside the police station? You’ve got some nerve."

The live stream was forcibly cut off, and the police began lecturing the crowd again. The scammed heartbreak victim suddenly came to their senses, tearfully tugging at the officer's sleeve and asking if the money could be recovered.

The female officer pushed through the noisy crowd, entered the reception room, and closed the door. She scanned the man on the floor (Guifu) with the device in her hand: "You are Qin Guanyu’s biological mother, a male omega named Bai Cunlin, correct? Bring the daily supplies by 6 PM today—Xiaofeng will send you the details."

The male omega officer replied briskly with a "Yes," his eyes full of admiration.

The female officer coldly delivered the verdict: "Your son is closely connected to a confidential case we are investigating. Combined with the crime of forcing an omega, the circumstances are severe. He will be directly transferred to prison, and depending on the outcome of the subsequent investigation, he will either face the death penalty or life imprisonment."

"But that damned omega deliberately seduced my son! You have no proof that my son forced anything!" Bai Cunlin, bruised and swollen, continued to thrash and scream, his features twisted horrifically from pain and rage.

"We have evidence," the female officer stated firmly, turning her gaze to Mou Lin.

Mou Lin nodded: "We have evidence."

He enlarged the message on his terminal and projected it into the air:

"2:13 AM"

"Medical Class 1, Dai Xiaole (O): Teacher, I’ve been marked."

"He called for help."

Author's Note:

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