FRGL chapter 95

The prosecutor’s office was in total chaos.

It was already bad enough that a bunch of Alphas had been turned into Omegas. Now, several hundred Omega prisoners had escaped from prison, pushing the situation into utter mayhem.

As soon as Luo Hai returned to the prosecutor’s office, he saw several former prisoners surrounding a prosecutor and beating him senseless. The tall prosecutor had a bruised and bloody face, wailing like a ghost and trying to crawl away, only to be dragged back by a furious Omega who gave him a hard kick for good measure.

To be precise, it was now impossible to tell who was an Omega anymore. Whether they were prosecutors or prisoners, men or women—everyone was radiating Omega pheromones. A sweet, soft scent lingered thick in the air.

Of course, the media and journalists wouldn’t miss such a goldmine of a headline. Their cameras locked onto every scene they could catch, shutters clicking wildly as they filed reports on the spot.

A bold reporter raised a microphone and approached a prosecutor in a suit, loudly questioning: “Are all the prosecutors at the Nantes Prosecutor’s Office Omegas in disguise? Were those prisoners released by you? Have you all been deceiving the people of Nantes?”

“I’m an Alpha! I’m an Alpha!” the prosecutor shouted hysterically, repeating the same few simple words, “I’m not… I really am an Alpha!”

If it weren’t for the name tag on her chest that read “Kliman,” Luo Hai wouldn’t have been able to recognize her under her disheveled hair and contorted expression.

“Oh my god, it’s already online.” Fanny walked while glued to her phone screen, skimming through headlines. “‘Massive number of Omegas found in Nantes Prosecutor’s Office, Prosecutors hiding their genders?’ ‘Is Lightwing infiltrating the office, or is the Prosecutor’s Office harboring terrorists?’ ‘All Omega prisoners released—Prosecutor’s Office revealed as the biggest Omega stronghold!’…”

“That was fast.” Eugene chuckled. “No wonder—Luo Hai brought in the best media people.”

“Let’s not talk about that right now. Where’s Doyle?” Luo Hai asked in a low voice. “We need to find him first.”

“No idea. Maybe he saw things spiraling out of control and went to hide,” Fanny said while scanning the area.

“It’s too chaotic to find anyone in this mess. Maybe we should split up—Fanny and I will search upstairs, you guys take downstairs,” Colin suggested.

Luo Hai nodded, and the two quickly disappeared into the chaotic crowd. As he turned to Eugene, about to say something, a sudden force came from behind, and a strong arm locked around his neck.

“Luo Hai!” Eugene instinctively drew his gun.

The attacker wasn’t armed, but the grip radiated pure hatred. Luo Hai struggled and looked back—it was Flock.

Flock looked like he’d been beaten half to death—bruised, swollen, and missing a front tooth. Rage burned in his eyes like a volcano about to erupt as he shouted at Luo Hai: “I know! I know everything! It’s you—you! You despicable Omega spy! You had bad intentions from the start! I’m going to tell everyone you’re the one disguised as an Alpha!”

Then he raised his voice and shouted to the crowd, “Everyone look here! He’s the Omega! Prosecutor Luo Hai is the spy pretending to be an Alpha! Film him! Arrest him!”

But no matter how loudly he shouted, no one around paid any attention.

The air was still thick with Omega pheromones. Prisoners and prosecutors were still fighting, some were crying, some were begging, others excitedly taking photos and videos—no one paid attention to him.

“Want me to help you shout?” Luo Hai’s voice came quietly at Flock’s ear.

The icy prosecutor lifted his head and called out toward the nearby reporters, “Hey, over here! I’m an Omega, a spy planted in the prosecutor’s office by Lightwing!”

The reporter gave Luo Hai a look like he was crazy, then quickly moved the camera elsewhere, busy filming something else.

“See? I shouted. Too bad no one’s listening. Can’t be helped—everyone’s an Omega now.” Luo Hai tilted his head slightly and gave Flock a faint smile. “Prosecutor Flock, you’re an Omega too.”

The words shot through Flock’s chest like an arrow. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his fingers began to tremble.

Eugene raised his gun slightly and said coldly, “Let him go.”

Flock let go involuntarily and collapsed onto the ground.

Not long after, Fanny and Colin came running back, panting, and shook their heads at Luo Hai and Eugene.

“Didn’t find him?” Eugene asked.

“No. We searched the whole building—not a trace,” Fanny said between breaths.

“Nothing outside either,” Luo Hai added. “I suspect he’s already slipped out during the chaos.”

Colin looked doubtful. “He’s the chief prosecutor—he’d just leave everyone behind and run?”

“I’ve seen exactly how he got that title today,” Luo Hai said quietly. “That man only ever thinks of himself. Everyone else is just a tool to serve him.”

A loud crash turned everyone’s heads toward Eugene. He had kicked over a tall stack of metal equipment, sending it clattering loudly to the ground.

His eyes were red like a wild beast’s, barely keeping his pheromones in check so the surrounding Omegas wouldn’t feel threatened.

“Keep looking,” he said. “Even if I have to tear this place apart, I’m dragging that old bastard out today.”

Just then, a roaring engine caught everyone’s attention. Luo Hai looked up to see a black motorcycle speeding toward the courthouse at top speed, skidding to a stop and leaving two long, clear tire marks on the road.

“Get on! I know where that bastard went!” The tall, long-legged man on the motorcycle shouted at Luo Hai and Eugene.

It wasn’t until he took off his helmet that Luo Hai realized—the man’s hair was white, clearly older, yet he looked full of energy and wore the trendiest biker outfit.

Before Luo Hai could react, Eugene had already leapt onto the back seat and pulled him up behind him.

The weight of all three caused the motorcycle to sink noticeably. The older man cursed immediately, “Damn it! What do you think I am, a cab?”

“Cut the crap! We both need to go!” Eugene shouted. “Drive!”

The man grumbled but didn’t hesitate—his actions quick and smooth, as if time had left no trace on him.

The motorcycle lurched forward with a burst of speed, throwing both men backward. Luo Hai instinctively clung to Eugene’s waist, his mind spinning in confusion.

What was going on? Where were they going? How did he end up on this guy’s bike? Who was this wild old man?

With the wind howling in his ears, Eugene leaned back and shouted, “He’s Manta’s boss’s partner! Irey Halton!”

Luo Hai suddenly understood. This was the partner Shelley had mentioned—always by his side. But he never imagined that the scholarly, elegant Mr. Shelley would have this kind of bold, unrestrained partner.

“What do you mean partner? You make me sound like a side piece!” Irey shouted into the wind. “I’m his legal husband!”

“Who cares if it’s legal or not? No one’s stealing him!” Eugene shouted back, impatience written all over his face. “Just drive!”

Irey responded with a twist of the throttle, and the motorcycle surged past the road’s speed limit. Several cars whizzed past, barely missing Luo Hai’s shoulders. His heart nearly leapt out of his throat.

“How do you know where Doyle went?” Luo Hai leaned forward to steady himself, shouting toward Irey. “What’s he planning?”

“Shelley and Xiao Lau were working on the perimeter plan in the southern district when we got an alert—Doyle just swiped into his villa in Zone Three,” Irey said crisply. “All the luxury homes in Nantes use Manta tech for access. Shelley’s had the rich area under surveillance for ages—none of those rich bastards can make a move without us knowing.”

Luo Hai’s eyes widened in shock. Even now, he was still amazed by how thorough and meticulous Lightwing’s planning was.

Right up to the very end, the prosecutor’s office had treated this Omega-led organization like a joke, completely unaware of how many people had spent so long weaving a flawless trap—lying in wait for the arrogant enemy to walk in, only to have the jaws snap shut with no chance of escape.

Eugene snorted through his nose and sneered, “Trying to pack up and run now? Should’ve thought of that earlier.”

Irey ran several red lights, speeding down the road like a flash of lightning. At last, after a sharp turn that nearly threw them off, he came to a stop in front of a villa.

“I’ll drop you off here. An old guy like me wouldn’t be of much help anyway,” Irey said as he stopped the motorcycle with his foot. He pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his jacket and lit it. “You two young ones should be able to stall him for a while, right? I’ll go call for backup.”

Eugene was the first to get off the motorcycle. He drew a pistol from his waist, his amber eyes cold and calm. “No problem.”

Luo Hai looked up at the villa before him.

Ever since he joined the prosecutor’s office, he hadn’t been back here in a long time. But the image of this villa had been etched into the deepest corners of his memory.

Sunlight spilled over the elegant roof and walls, every detail showing off the owner’s taste and wealth.

Only the most powerful and elite of Nantes ever came and went from this place. Yet there was one boy, brought here from a remote northern town, who knew just how cold the basement of this luxurious villa was, and how filthy and hard the bed in the attic could be.

Luo Hai’s gaze lasted only a few seconds before he looked away and said calmly, “Let’s go.”