Eugene smiled and leaned back into his chair. “Now that’s more like it, Prosecutor Luo Hai. The foundation of a transaction is trust and honesty.”
“I hope you can hold yourself to the same standard,” Luo Hai said, his gaze sharp as he asked the next question. “What is your next planned operation?”
Eugene sighed. “On July 14th, there will be a large-scale Omega sit-in strike at the garment factory in the western district of Langsai.”
“Who’s the leader?”
Eugene glanced at him. “If I give you a name, what will you do to her?”
“I’m the one asking questions right now,” Luo Hai replied. “It’s not your turn yet.”
After a brief silence, Eugene spoke. “Betty Edwin, a team leader in Workshop No. 3. Curly hair, glasses, freckles on her face.”
Luo Hai flipped open his notebook and carefully recorded everything Eugene had just said. The enclosed room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the soft scratching of the pen on paper.
When he was finished, Luo Hai capped his pen with a crisp click that sounded especially sharp in the still air.
“You want to know what will happen to her?” Luo Hai glanced at Eugene indifferently. “The three Omegas involved in the bombing case and the twelve who resisted injection on Offering Day were all tried yesterday. They were executed by firing squad in Nantes Grand Plaza, on public display.”
The atmosphere in the room froze.
After a long pause, Eugene spoke. “They just didn’t want to be Alpha’s sex slaves.”
“They broke the law,” Luo Hai said calmly. “It was the law that executed them, not me, not the prosecutor’s office.”
Eugene let out a laugh, full of undisguised mockery.
“I appreciate your trust and honesty, Mr. Oddis,” Luo Hai set his pen aside and looked at Eugene. “Your turn to ask a question.”
Eugene showed no hesitation, his gaze burning like fire as it fixed on Luo Hai, the intensity of it triggering an instinctive sense of resistance in the prosecutor.
“Alright,” Eugene’s lips curled. If he weren’t dressed in a prison uniform, with his hands tied to the chair, this smile alone could have made countless young Omegas swoon. “What position do you like?”
Luo Hai’s expression stiffened slightly. “Like all my colleagues, I prefer proper sitting and standing postures—”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Prosecutor.” Eugene leaned forward, his chair scraping against the floor with an ear-piercing screech.
“I’m asking, when you’re in bed with someone, what position do you like?” He enunciated each word clearly.
A strong, aggressive scent of pheromones emanated from Eugene. Now Luo Hai could pinpoint the scent—it was a deep, intoxicating juniper gin.
The spicy aroma coiled through the air, seeping into his mind, almost overtaking his senses. Luo Hai clenched his fingers, digging his nails into his palm, using the sharp pain to pull himself back to reason.
“Just… an ordinary position,” Luo Hai said.
“What kind of ‘ordinary’ position?” Eugene pressed.
“Face-to-face, where I can see my partner’s face,” Luo Hai said.
“Oh~ so you like them riding you?” Eugene smirked, clearly amused.
“No, just… something normal.” Luo Hai closed his eyes.
“Splitting their legs and going straight in?” Eugene asked.
“Yes.”
“No kissing, no foreplay?” Eugene continued. “No tender caresses, no teasing kisses on the collarbone?”
“Yes.” Luo Hai met his gaze. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Eugene chuckled. “How cruel, Prosecutor. You’re just as stiff in bed as you are in the courtroom. I almost feel bad for your partners.”
“It has nothing to do with you,” Luo Hai said coldly. “My turn.”
Eugene simply nodded.
“You’re an Alpha,” Luo Hai asked. “Why are you helping Omegas in the rebellion?”
Everyone knew that Omegas were submissive and weak.
Without Eugene Oddis, an Alpha at the helm, those feeble Omegas could never have organized a movement of this scale.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that all the social unrest in the past two years had been caused by him.
Eugene let out a soft laugh, as if he had just heard the most amusing joke. “Then why did you become a prosecutor, Luo Hai?”
“I’m the one asking questions,” Luo Hai said, his voice firm.
“Because I was bored,” Eugene shrugged. “I was too bored, so I wanted to find something to do. Unless, of course, your office can offer me a stable government job—maybe then I’d give up on the revolution.”
“Lies!” Luo Hai slammed his hand onto the table, the sharp bang echoing through the room. His deep eyes burned like fire beneath ice. “I want the real reason!”
“Oh, and you weren’t lying earlier?” Eugene snorted. “‘Ordinary position,’ ‘face-to-face’—really? You say that like you’re even an Alpha.”
Luo Hai’s expression darkened, his mood shifting dangerously. If looks could kill, Eugene would be nothing more than a pile of ashes by now.
“If you refuse to cooperate, then this conversation is over,” Luo Hai yanked back his chair and took a step back. “Rot in your cell until your execution. We have plenty of others to interrogate.”
Eugene leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with an air of ease, looking like he was lounging on his own sofa rather than sitting in a prison interrogation room.
Luo Hai turned toward the door, afraid that if he looked at this bastard any longer, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from resorting to violence.
Just before he stepped out, Eugene suddenly called out to him.
“Luo Hai,” he said, “you can’t stay an Alpha forever. It won’t be long before your body gives out. Then your colleagues will find out your secret, and the Chief Prosecutor will throw you out like garbage.
“When that happens, you’ll come back to me. You’ll kneel down and lick my shoes, begging me to help you.”
Luo Hai’s only response was the deafening bang of the door slamming shut.
…..
The negotiation ended on a sour note, and the most valuable intelligence they managed to extract from Eugene was only the garment factory strike.
For the next few days, Luo Hai continued to follow up. It turned out that the Omega workers were indeed planning a strike, and there really was a woman named Betty Edwin in Workshop No. 3.
The only inconsistency was—Betty Edwin wasn’t even an Omega. She was a Beta.
She had no idea about any rebellion. She was just an ordinary worker.
Eugene had simply picked a random name from the employee list to mislead them.
And since the strike hadn’t happened yet, and there was no solid evidence, the prosecution office couldn’t convict any of the Omegas. They had no choice but to question them one by one and then let them go.
Not only had Eugene withheld crucial intelligence, but he had also managed to protect his own people from behind prison walls, making fools of the prosecution office.
For days, the prosecution office was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. Whenever colleagues ran into each other, Eugene’s name was the first thing out of their mouths, always followed by a curse.
Yet, there was nothing they could do to him.
By law, Alphas were to be granted privileges in all areas of society. Even imprisoned criminals were entitled to basic rights.
Torture and coercion were out of the question. Even slightly extending an interrogation could be a problem—if word got out and spread online, the prosecution office would be drowned in public outrage.
Eugene Oddis was like a piece of foul, unbreakable rock—impossible to crack, impossible to touch.
“Still haven’t dealt with that shit-stirrer Oddis?” Flock leaned against the wall, holding a cup of coffee.
The nickname had caught on in the office, proof of how much everyone resented him.
“No,” Luo Hai paused. “He refuses to speak to anyone. During questioning, he won’t say a word.”
“Didn’t he used to talk to you?” Flock asked. “Even you can’t get through to him anymore?”
“It doesn’t matter. He’s not the only terrorist we’ve caught.” Luo Hai’s tone was indifferent. “There are plenty of prisoners to interrogate.”
“But he’s the only leader.” Flock sighed. “His little terrorist group—what’s it called again? Something Light… something Society…”
“Lightwing Society. Light symbolizes hope, wings represent freedom,” Luo Hai said.
Flock clicked his tongue. “A bunch of sewer rats calling themselves Light and Wings. Let’s see how hopeful and free they feel when they get eaten alive by cockroaches.”
Luo Hai said nothing.
“If that Alpha hadn’t gotten involved, this would’ve been over ages ago. No way so many people would’ve died, let alone attract the attention of the big shots upstairs.” Flock took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “Seriously, what was he thinking? A perfectly fine Alpha, and he chooses to help those lowly Omegas rebel? Does he have no self-respect?”
“He’s insane,” Luo Hai said as he poured himself a glass of water, trying to ease the sudden dryness in his throat. “He doesn’t care about social order. He doesn’t care what others think. Once he sets his mind on something, no one can change it.”
“You seem to know him pretty well.” Flock raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve just been handling Omega-related cases for a long time.” Luo Hai replied.
“Then tell me this—he spends all his time with Omegas, but hasn’t marked a single one. You don’t think he has… a special taste, do you?” Flock suddenly lowered his voice. “I’ve heard some Alphas actually prefer being the submissive one…”
“…” Luo Hai stared at him with eyes as cold as ice.
Flock’s crude remark got stuck in his throat. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, lifted his coffee cup, and muttered, “Keep up the good work.”
