Chapter 91 Butterflies Are Only Used

Chapter 91 Butterflies Are Meant to Be Used

The International Federation's Four Bureaus spent two days going through all the surveillance footage near Epiland Castle and flagged a suspicious silver van that crossed the sea bridge and turned into a small alley. The General Bureau immediately started an investigation.

It turned out a bunch of strangers had shown up there a month ago.

During the day, these people worked and really liked to drink. At night, they would stagger home drunk, leaning on each other.

The General Bureau knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. After breaking down the door, they saw a group of omegas locked to beds, like fish on a slab.

The drinking was just a cover to bring people in without raising suspicion.

Based on information from residents, the General Bureau found several alphas responsible for capturing innocent omegas for experiments. They were just low-level thugs, pawns who had no clue who the real mastermind was—only that they were paid to capture down-and-out omegas and deliver them on a monthly basis.

As for the fate of those omegas, they couldn't give a damn.

Zhao Jinzong contacted Xiao Li and Ning Congnan and asked about a lot of things.

Xiao Li said he didn't know how Chen Su became an alpha; Chen Su had never spoken about it.

Ning Congnan said he just brought up Zhao Jinzong's situation and how the General Bureau was doing.

Tan Zhou asked Xiao Li a question: Why did Chen Su miss the Drug Supervision Bureau exam four years ago?

Xiao Li shook his head, saying Chen Su had gone out that day but had something urgent come up, so he didn't go to the Drug Supervision Bureau.

This totally contradicted what Chen Su had said before. Chen Su had claimed that Xiao Li was unwell, which was why he didn't take the exam.

Tan Zhou checked the surveillance footage near the Drug Administration Bureau from four years ago and didn't see Chen Su at all.

A few hours later, Tan Zhou found a new lead.

At a hospital, he found Chen Su's medical records, with the visit timed exactly one hour before the Drug Supervision Bureau exam.

The one who was sick was never Xiao Li—it was Chen Su.

Chen Su's secret came out.

...

Day four at the experimental base.

Chen Su was feeling a bit better and began working. These past few days, Jiang An had been watching Chen Su through surveillance. Chen Su showed no abnormalities, totally focused on the experiments, often forgot to eat and barely slept, rarely talked to anyone, and never even asked where he was or where the experimental subjects came from.

Even when injecting the omegas with the agent, his gaze was sharp and cold.

At noon, Chen Su brought test data to Jiang An.

The data showed that alpha pheromones were extracted from the omegas' glands.

This meant the secondary alpha differentiation agent might actually work!

Jiang An's eyes lit up. "Good... perfect!"

Jiang An's gland was withered, his body like dead wood, gaunt, with a pallid complexion like a specter—especially when he smiled.

With how bad his body was, he should have had a gland transplant long ago, but he never did. He was waiting for a very suitable gland—high-grade and perfectly compatible with him.

Chen Su said flatly, "I need new experimental subjects."

Jiang An frowned. "It's hard to go out right now."

Chen Su's tone was ruthless: "Move it. I don't care how you get omegas; I only care about my data. If there are no omegas, I'll have to stop the experiment."

The experimental base had very few omegas; most were alphas—at least two hundred, fully armed and well-trained, who followed Jiang An's every order.

Chen Su had no idea why they did whatever Jiang An said.

"Soon." Jiang An's hands were shaking with excitement.

He grabbed a stack of papers and hurried back to the bedroom. On the bed sat an alpha much older than him, with deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and slightly graying temples. This was Jiang An's pillar of support, the man he had swallowed his pride for years to kill and take the throne from.

Jiang An knelt on the ground, putting his chin on the alpha's knee, rubbing gently like a subordinate. "It seems we're really about to succeed."

Wei Cheng pinched his chin, his eyes unreadable.

Wei Cheng was the director of the Special District Hospital. When he first saw Jiang An, he thought him beautiful—like a dying butterfly. He didn't dare catch or touch it, but Jiang An took the initiative to climb into his bed and become his man, ignoring the age gap and what people thought.

Their compatibility was very low.

Jiang An always whined about wanting it higher. So when Jiang An's gland failed for the first time, Wei Cheng replaced it with an omega gland of high compatibility—easy for a hospital director. Wei Cheng initially thought he was the net, but later feared hurting the beautiful butterfly, so he abandoned the net. He never expected the butterfly to be venomous.

One wrong move led to another.

The powerful and influential Wei Cheng, in this way, became an accomplice and Jiang An's support.

Wei Cheng asked, "How are you feeling these days?"

Jiang An knew what Wei Cheng wanted and didn't hold back in that regard.

Of course, he knew that the much older man loved him deeply, and he used that love to keep him firmly in hand. But he had never liked Wei Cheng. After playing the role for so long, his devilish fangs started to show, and he got tired of pretending.

Now, for instance, Jiang An only felt disgust.

He hated Wei Cheng's stinking, disgusting pheromones, hated the knife scars on Wei Cheng's body, hated the scar running across half of Wei Cheng's face—Jiang An didn't even remember that when he tricked Wei Cheng into falling for his scheme, he had once caressed those scars with great emotion, acting like he cared.

Those were just Jiang An's tricks, but Wei Cheng took them seriously.

No one had ever treated him that way.

Even though it made him sick, this was a critical time. Once Jiang An had replaced his gland with an Enigma's, once he was strong enough, he could naturally get rid of Wei Cheng, kill him, take over his men, and make the alphas in the experimental base submit to him.

Jiang An stood up, stripped off his clothes, and undid Wei Cheng's belt. "We gotta hurry."

This time, Jiang An was just going through the motions. When Wei Cheng kissed him, Jiang An saw Wei Cheng's scarred face in his own reflection, and he turned his head slightly, kissing Wei Cheng's neck—the only part that didn't give away his age.

He hated everything about Wei Cheng, even his hands. Hands were actually the most revealing of age; the face could be well-maintained, but you can't avoid aging hands. Especially these rough hands—when they grabbed Jiang An, he felt dirty from the inside out, disgusted.

Wei Cheng finished quickly and held Jiang An in his arms to sleep.

How could a man who knows people so well not see the changes in the omega?

Time is always ruthless. He was older than Jiang An anyway. Eight years... the changes were naturally earth-shattering.

The guy who once wanted to open his heart and say he loved him no longer coaxed him, no longer wished to pretend. How could he not see it? Wei Cheng understood better than anyone, but just didn't call him out on it.

He held Jiang An, ready to sleep, but Jiang An stood up, pulled away, and dressed. "I'll go out and check. Go ahead and sleep."

Wei Cheng watched the gaunt back, the beautiful shoulder blades, and saw the poisonous butterfly drain its nutrients and fly away.

...

The Federal General Administration got a negotiation letter in their inbox.

The letter was addressed to: Zhao Jinzong.