The South has always strictly forbidden the removal of female zerg wings. Even if a male zerg breaks the rule, it’s usually done in secret. But now, on Beowen’s bed, there are a full four pairs of wings—four pairs of wings!!!
What does this mean?! It means that four female zergs had part of their bodies ripped off while still alive, and their fates are uncertain, whether dead or alive.
Harrington, the leader who has governed the South for many years with composure and restraint, had his eyes turn red with rage upon seeing this. He immediately dragged Marlon into the room and, pointing at the preserved specimens soaked in preservatives, demanded, “Tell me! What are these things?! Huh?!”
“Female zerg’s hair?! Hands?! Wings?! Juvenile zerg specimens?!”
With every jar Harrington counted, his shock deepened. The guests outside followed into the room, and upon seeing the scene, they were so startled that they covered their mouths in shock. Some even had tears welling up in their eyes.
“Oh my God, there are four pairs of wings on the bed…”
“There’ve been rumors outside that Beowen likes to collect these, but I didn’t think it was true…”
“Zerg God, how could they be so cruel?”
Marlon was so anxious that he couldn’t speak, cold sweat soaking his hair. He couldn’t understand how his carefully planned strategy had turned into this. Panicking, he shouted, “No! No! Chief, please let me explain! This must be Sanya’s doing! Where’s Sanya? Didn’t he go upstairs just now? Where is he?!”
Marlon was confused himself. After speaking, he broke free from Harrington’s grip and pushed past the guests blocking the door, searching desperately for any sign of Sanya. He even kicked open the doors of the rooms along the corridor.
The guests had no idea what he was doing but followed behind, watching the spectacle. When Marlon kicked open Nalandor’s room, a gasp of shock came from the crowd. Inside the bedroom, lying on the bed, were a female and a male zerg—none other than Nalandor and Count Kirk.
However, both of them were lying on the bed with their eyes closed, appearing to be in a deep, unresponsive sleep. Although their clothes were relatively neat, the clear distinction between male and female made it hard not to suspect that they might have been involved in something illicit.
When Marlon saw this, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. He quickly reacted, rushing into the room and first checking Count Kirk’s breath. After realizing that the male zerg was merely unconscious, he grabbed Nalandor by the side and angrily slapped him across the face.
“Smack—!”
Nalandor was instantly jolted awake by the slap. He groggily opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Marlon’s fierce expression, along with the countless guests in the doorway. He was so startled that his eyes went wide. “Father, what are you doing here?!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that Count Kirk was lying beside him. His face turned ashen, and he screamed as he covered himself with the blanket. “How could it be Count Kirk?! What happened to His Highness You Que?!”
Marlon was just about to ask that very question. His hand trembled with anger; he never expected that this part of the plan would go so wrong. “Didn’t you bring His Highness You Que upstairs? Where did he go?!”
“I… I…”
Nalandor couldn’t bring himself to admit that his attempt had failed. With so many guests outside, how could he explain himself? Panicking and at a loss, he stammered, “I don’t know…”
The guests outside were just as stunned. They had seen Nalandor personally escort His Highness You Que upstairs—how did it suddenly turn into him being with Count Kirk? While they whispered among themselves, a deep voice suddenly sounded in their ears.
“What’s going on?”
Everyone instinctively turned their heads at the sound, only to see a handsome male zerg walking out of the public lounge across the way, with Sanya in his arms. It was none other than His Highness You Que. They couldn’t help but ask in surprise, “Your Highness, weren’t you upstairs with Nalandor?”
Hearing this, His Highness You Que furrowed his brow slightly, as if confused. “I was upstairs with Nalandor. However, he left after escorting me to the lounge. Seeing that it was getting late, I sent a message for my female monarch to come pick me up and take me home…”
As he spoke, he glanced around the room and asked in confusion, “Why isn’t everyone downstairs dancing? Why are you all gathered here?”
As soon as he said this, the air immediately fell into an awkward silence. The guests exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that they couldn’t possibly say Nalandor and Count Kirk had shared a bed, could they?
At this moment, Marlon also squeezed his way out of the room. When he saw Sanya in You Que’s arms, he froze for a moment, then quickly realized that he had been played today. His face turned pale and green with a mix of anger and disbelief—he looked utterly miserable.
Marlon stared at Sanya, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, unable to control his fury. Through gritted teeth, he forced out two words: “Sanya—!”
Sanya, leaning in You Que’s arms, lazily lifted his eyelids when he heard Marlon’s words and feigned surprise. “Lord Marlon, what’s going on? You look like you’re about to eat me alive.”
After speaking, Sanya turned to look at You Que. “My lord, did I offend Lord Marlon in some way?”
You Que knew Sanya was deliberately trying to provoke Marlon. Without changing his expression, he gently rubbed the back of Sanya’s head. “Don’t overthink it. Lord Marlon didn’t mean it that way.”
The female zerg had cut his braid short. It no longer felt as good to the touch as before. You Que couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful, though Sanya’s hair grew quickly, so it would be back to normal in a few months.
At this moment, Chief Harrington had already walked out of Beowen’s bedroom. His face was grim and unpleasant as he turned to the guests and said in a low voice, “This banquet is over. All zergs not related to the Marlon family must leave! I have already informed the police station to come. Roy, Fanny, Cassipea, and Sanya, you will all stay and cooperate with the police in identifying the wings.”
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a drop of water had fallen into a pot of oil—chaos erupted around them. Captain Cassipea felt an ominous premonition in his heart. His face turned pale as he asked, “Identify the wings? Chief… What do you mean by that?”
Chief Harrington raised his hand to remove his military cap, the veins on his forehead bulging. “Wasn’t your young one missing two years ago? His wings are hidden in the silver box on the bed. Don’t you recognize your own offspring’s wings?”
The wings of southern female zergs were mostly exquisite, but upon closer inspection, there were significant differences, related to family and rank. The box was even engraved with a mark. Chief Harrington had just carefully examined all the wings, and he now had a pretty good idea.
Captain Cassipea almost fainted at his words. He had always believed his offspring had gone missing, but it turned out they had been deprived of their wings! The other two families had similar reactions. If not for Marlon’s status as a male zerg, they probably would have pounced on him and torn him apart!
Marlon anxiously tried to explain, “Supreme Chief, this must be some zerg’s plot. Not long after Sanya went upstairs, that servant suddenly led us upstairs. Beowen’s room was locked tight—how could those things just appear out of nowhere…?”
Chief Harrington impatiently interrupted, “Are you trying to say that those things in Beowen’s room were set up by Sanya? When he went upstairs, his hands were empty—how could he have set up those hundreds of preservative jars?! You know better than anyone where those things came from!”
Whether this incident was a coincidence or intentional, it was an undeniable fact that Marlon’s family had a secret room filled with so many illegal items. Beowen had killed so many female zergs—if Marlon hadn’t secretly helped clean up the evidence, how could it have been hidden so well back then?!
In the end, no matter what, Marlon could not escape involvement in this matter.
Late at night, a large number of police cars arrived at the Marlon residence. The officers were ordered to go upstairs and search the secret room, removing all the bottles and jars inside. They carefully labeled each item, taking photos and documenting them, a process that took several hours to complete.
Sanya, accompanied by You Que, identified his own pair of wings, and a blood sample was taken for comparison. The wings were also taken as evidence.
When they finished taking all the statements and were leaving the Marlon residence, they happened to see Marlon, looking disheveled and covered in dust, being “invited” into a police car. Even his relatives couldn’t escape involvement and were taken along as well.
Blairand and Ah Sui had been hiding in the shadows the whole time. It wasn’t until all the guests had left that they stepped forward from behind. They walked up to Sanya, their expressions somewhat serious. “It’s clear that Marlon was targeting you this time. He knew it would be difficult to deal with you, so he shifted his focus to Laimi and Laixing. You need to be extra cautious during this time.”
Sanya nodded. Marlon had indeed exploited his personality weaknesses. If they hadn’t been prepared, the consequences would have been unimaginable. “Thanks to you this time, or who knows what kind of mess we would be in. What about Laimi and Laixing?”
Blairand pointed to the car not far away. “They’re both unconscious. I was worried it wouldn’t be safe to leave them upstairs, so I put them in the car. It’s getting late, so you should head back and rest. Father has long been dissatisfied with the Marlon family, and this time, he’s determined to investigate thoroughly. At the very least, they’ll have their skin peeled off.”
The southern region had long been in need of cleansing, and this incident undoubtedly gave Chief Harrington an opening to restructure the situation. The Marlon family would serve as an example to warn others.
Ah Sui didn’t understand much but excitedly leaned toward You Que and asked, “You Que, remember, next time I’ll come to your place to visit, alright?”
You Que naturally agreed, “You can come over anytime when you have the chance.”
Ah Sui was even happier. “I don’t know how to dance, so next time, you can teach me. I saw you and Nalandor dancing downstairs just now, and you were amazing.”
Upon hearing this, You Que’s body stiffened. Blairand quickly reacted, pulling Ah Sui back and lowering his voice awkwardly, “I’ll teach you when we get back. There’s no need to trouble You Que with such things.”
Sanya was still standing nearby, and Ah Sui mentioned You Que and Nalandor dancing in front of him—wasn’t that deliberately stirring the pot?
Ah Sui scratched his head and reluctantly agreed, “Alright, fine.”
As for Sanya, he didn’t show any change in his emotions. He waved goodbye to them, saying, “It’s getting late, we’ll head back now. We’ll meet again next time if we get the chance.”
You Que had originally been worried that Sanya might be jealous, but seeing the situation, it seemed normal enough, so he relaxed and drove home with him.
Russell and Chairman Croney were unaware of what had happened today and had already gone to bed. Sanya quietly carried Laimi and Laixing into the room to rest before returning to his own room with You Que.
Having worn a suit all day, You Que felt tight and uncomfortable. After entering the room, he immediately took off his jacket, only to see a long silver braid lying on the floor—clearly, it was the one Sanya had cut off.
You Que walked over, bent down, and picked it up, wrapping it around his hand a few times. “Your braid took so long to grow, why did you cut it?”
Sanya directly leaned over from behind, nearly causing him to stumble. His warm lips brushed against You Que’s ear, and he deliberately nipped at it twice.
“Was it too long and inconvenient for disguise? Do you like it? I won’t cut it next time.”
You Que picked up the braid and placed it on the sofa, then with one hand hooked around Sanya’s leg and the other supporting himself on the ground, he used the leverage to lift him up from the floor. “You know I like it, and yet you cut it?”
Sanya thought to himself that You Que must just like pulling at his little braid. He hooked his legs around You Que’s waist, gently rubbing against him a couple of times, his tone clearly showing his displeasure. “Then you know I don’t like other female zergs clinging to you, yet you still danced with that one from the Marlon family.”
You Que smiled, realizing that Sanya wasn’t actually not jealous—he was just settling scores later. He pried Sanya’s hand off his neck, and with a swift motion, tossed him onto the bed, then grabbed his delicate, slender ankle and dragged him roughly to the edge of the bed. “What, do you like dancing too?”
Sanya answered decisively, “I don’t like it.”
And he truly didn’t.
At the banquet, dancing had to involve the opposite sex. Sanya didn’t enjoy being pressed up against those male zergs. Whenever such a situation arose, he would avoid it if he could. All the dance lessons he had learned back at the military academy had long been forgotten.
You Que wrapped his arms around his waist, his voice deliberately lowered, and in the darkness, it sounded incredibly sensual. “You don’t like dancing with me?”
Sanya inhaled deeply, the overwhelming scent of You Que’s pheromones hitting him, causing his breath to catch for a moment. This was ten times more intense than the aphrodisiac Nalandor had used. He let out a soft whimper, unable to stop himself from trembling, desperately pressing himself against the male zerg. “I’m uncomfortable…”
You Que, unhurried, brushed aside the stray hair in front of his face. “Where are you uncomfortable?”
Everything feels uncomfortable.
Sanya kissed You Que’s Adam’s apple in a haphazard manner, but it was all in vain. After all, he was a military female, and with a single roll, he pinned the male zerg beneath him, his movements bold and completely unreserved.
You Que rested his hands behind his head, showing no sign of wanting to resist. With a smile that was neither truly a smile nor not, he asked, “Is this how you treat your male lord?”
Sanya’s eyes were tinged with red as he leaned against You Que’s shoulder, softly nibbling on his ear. “Isn’t it better if I save you some effort?”
In the darkness, he gently caressed You Que’s cheek, and with a twist of his wrist, a shimmering fragment suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Quietly, he slipped it into You Que’s fingers. “This is for you.”
You Que raised his hand to take a look, suddenly finding it somewhat familiar. “What is this?”
“My wing fragments,” Sanya said with a smug smile, lightly brushing his cool nose against You Que’s cheek. “I secretly took them off when the police weren’t paying attention.”
In the South, there was an old tradition: if a female zerg found his destined partner, he was to give him a fragment of his wings as a token of their bond. Sanya had once thought he would never have the chance to give You Que his, but unexpectedly, tonight, he found it again…
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