[H] The Joy of a Scummy A Becoming an O - JSABO Chapter 7

“The last one—after you go up from the tenth-floor emergency exit, turn left, and that’s the banquet hall.”

Mo Ze traced the patterns on the hilt of his dagger with his fingertips, glancing at the person lazily dragging his feet while holding a sniper rifle and a gun. Even without looking at his face, you could tell this guy wasn’t willing. “Mobile toilet Omega, hurry up and follow!”

Mobile toilet, mobile toilet—screw your mobile toilet!!!

Yu Xian gritted his teeth. All he did was whine a bit about how “bloody and scary it was” and how “big brother has to protect me…,” and that damn blockhead took his dagger and tossed all the guns on him, making him a gun hanger.

This Alpha was clearly just messing with him like a fool!

“Ugh, so annoying!”

With a flick of his wrist holding the rifle, a mercenary who had just poked his head out around the corner opposite the emergency exit didn’t even realize what happened. A bullet had already pierced his forehead, and he fell to the ground with blood spraying everywhere.

Yu Xian stared at the silencer in front of him, and his brain made a couple of “clunk clunk” sounds, like gears stuck.

Oh no, oh no… In a fit of anger, he used his real voice… He even pulled the trigger, and it hit the target…

“What just happened?” Yu Xian whistled, looking around nervously. He didn’t think he shouted too loud, right? Nobody saw or heard that, right?

“Whoa! Brother Xian, that was slick! On par with the Colonel’s quick snipe just now!” Cheng Bai’an’s low-pitched exclamation came through the earpiece, leaving Yu Xian stunned.

Speak of the devil. This dumb cowardly fatty—oh, how he wanted to silence him for good…

“Oh my~ An An, what nonsense are you saying~” Yu Xian’s legs gave way, and his hands loosened, pretending like he couldn’t hold onto the gun. His voice turned high-pitched and sharp, “So scary~ How did I even hit him? Mo Ze gege, you really scared me~”

Mo Ze frowned, suppressing the urge to gag from the overwhelming scent of antiseptic, leaning closer and locking onto Yu Xian’s evasive eyes. His voice grew noticeably huskier, “Should I hold you and comfort you? Hmm?”

“Hehe, hehe… No need! As long as you’re here, I feel perfectly safe. Let’s keep moving, shall we…”

Just as Yu Xian was about to slip away, someone tugged on the gun strapped to his back, “Give me the sniper. You go lure them out.”

“Why not…”

The word “you” got stuck in Yu Xian’s throat. Fine, whatever—getting out of this mess was more important than throwing a tantrum.

He handed the gun to Mo Ze and grabbed his dagger back. “Then, big brother, you better protect me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die too miserably.” Mo Ze smirked and nudged Yu Xian forward with the barrel of the gun. But when he saw Yu Xian pulling up his pants, practically yanking them up under his jacket to the point where half his butt was exposed, Mo Ze’s smirk froze. “What are you doing?”

“Omegas’ legs, of course, are for seducing people,” Yu Xian kicked his legs a couple of times, swaying his hips provocatively, even making his butt cheeks jiggle. After walking a few steps, he glanced back at Mo Ze, who was crouched behind a statue, aiming his rifle with a frown. “Mo Ze gege, make sure you aim carefully, okay? Don’t hit me by mistake.”

Though Mo Ze was an Alpha who did plenty of rough work outdoors, he usually wore long sleeves and pants. Plus, he was “naturally blessed,” and under the light, his legs really did glow with an almost dazzling white.

The door to the banquet hall was ajar, and you could only see two mercenaries guarding the hostages, both dozing off. As for the others…

Cheng Bai’an’s voice sounded in their ears again, “Colonel, Brother Xian, the six boxes of jewels inside are almost packed. There’s another emergency exit on the south side of the banquet hall. They’ll probably retreat that way soon. You guys might want to hurry…”

Hurry, hurry, so annoying.

Yu Xian casually set the rifle down in a nearby flowerpot, stretched lazily, and walked up to the door, knocking on it with his hand. “Ah~, why is there no one here? I’m an Omega in heat—isn’t there anyone who can help me?”

The muzzle of a gun poked out from the slightly open door. A masked mercenary stared at Yu Xian, who was also bundled up, puzzled for a moment, but soon his gaze was drawn to those swaying legs.

“Oh my gosh, you-you-you… You have a gun?” Yu Xian gestured a “don’t shoot” signal behind his back toward Mo Ze, retreating while putting on a whiny voice. “Are you a bad guy? Ah~, don’t come any closer…”

The mercenary swallowed hard and took a few steps toward Yu Xian. “An Omega? Pretty tall, huh? An Omega with a body like an Alpha—bet you’re really durable, huh? Wonder if you can handle all of us. Come on, take off that mask and let us have a look. If you’re good-looking, we’ll let you live while we f*** you.”

Obediently, Yu Xian backed away while pulling down his mask. He licked his lips and then bit lightly on the spot he just moistened. “Gege, satisfied?”

The mercenary rubbed his hands together and eagerly spoke into his earpiece, “Guys, we hit the jackpot. A stunning Omega, though… the smell’s a bit strong. Right at the door. I’m not waiting for you.”

“Mm… gege, you first?”

Yu Xian’s lips curved into a dimpled smile as he sucked a finger into his mouth, his teeth pressing lightly against the pad of his finger. He cursed inwardly: Damn eyesore, I’ll kill you first!

The mercenary rushed forward, lunging at Yu Xian, who had ducked into the corner. “Of course, sweetie. Gege will be gentle, don’t worry.”

“Ah~, gege, don’t be in such a rush. Ah, where are you touching?” Yu Xian shouted loudly, pushing away the mercenary who had lunged at him. His expression blank, he pulled out the dagger now stained with the mercenary’s blood from his throat.

Damn it! Smelly, huh? Let’s see how smelly you are now!

Putting his mask back on, Yu Xian stomped repeatedly on the mercenary’s chest, each thud echoing loudly. “Ah, gege, you’re so big and strong~ Ah, you put it in, it’s too much~ Ah, ah, gege, slower! Ah, ah, ah!!”

The other mercenary, guarding the hostages, rushed over with red eyes. “Damn you, Lao Jiu! Having fun behind our backs? You—”
A moment later, another corpse with a slit throat lay at Yu Xian’s feet. “Oh no, gege, you’re biting my nipples off! My little hole’s gonna be ruined! It’s too fast! Ah, I’m gonna cum! Ah, ah, ah!!”

The breathing in Yu Xian’s earpiece got noticeably heavier, though Cheng Bai’an’s seemed to be from fear. “Xian, Brother Xian… where did you learn all this?”

Yu Xian rolled his eyes and shouted even louder, his moans echoing throughout the entire floor. “Ah, ah, ah~—someone help! I’m gonna die from all this f***ing! It feels so good~ Gege, you’re amazing!”

…

“Brother Xian! They’re coming out—all six of them! Damn, are they really that sex-crazed?”

Of course! What did they think, with how hard he’d been putting in the effort?

Even though his voice was still rising and falling in dramatic moans, Yu Xian’s body had already tensed up, gripping the rifle tightly in his hands.

The sound of a shot rang out—Mo Ze’s sniper.

Yu Xian quickly sidestepped along the wall and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the distracted mercenaries. Behind his mask, his lips mouthed the words, “biu, biu, biu~”

After a flurry of gunfire, the hotel fell back into silence.

In order to leave someone alive, Yu Xian hadn’t aimed at their heads. Looking at the blood-soaked bodies lying in disarray on the ground, he sighed: Sigh, this is what happens when you lack self-control. Look at me—such a perfect example…

One of the mercenaries, still somewhat conscious and clutching his abdomen, reached for a handgun and aimed at Yu Xian, “Damn dog! Go to hell—”

Cursing? Still this determined? Respect!

Yu Xian’s pupils shrank, and just as he was about to dodge, a second bullet whizzed past him, shattering the mercenary’s wrist bone, causing the gun to clatter to the ground.

Yu Xian retreated to the corner, “Thank you, Mo Ze gege~ You really scared me.”

The rest of the team was probably waiting outside the hotel. It had been so hard to get a vacation, and he definitely didn’t want to get dragged back for another mission. He had to get out of here. While tossing his gun to the ground and pulling off his gloves, Yu Xian said, “An An, you guys finish up the rest yourselves. I’ve still got two days of vacation. I’m heading off…”

Suddenly, the smoke alarm above him went off, and water sprayed down like a shower.

Yu Xian looked up in confusion, the soaked mask almost suffocating him. He quickly moved to the side, pulling down his hood and tearing off the cloth covering his face. “Cough, cough… Fatty! What’s going on?!”

“Uh… maybe it malfunctioned…” Cheng Bai’an scratched his head as he packed up his gear. Although he wasn’t sure why the Colonel had decided to prank Yu Xian, could he tell Brother Xian that it was the Colonel who gave the order? Definitely not. So, sorry, Brother Xian.

Soaked like a drowned rat, Yu Xian tossed his jacket to the ground, angrily shaking the water from his curly black hair. “What the hell? Why does it always rain on me?!”

“Hmm, maybe to wash off that stench of yours.”

A low, disgruntled voice came through the earpiece. Yu Xian froze mid-action, then stiffly turned to look at the Alpha aiming a sniper rifle at him from behind the statue. His heart raced, and he quickly pulled his pants back up to cover his pale thighs, “Oh, what a coincidence…”

Wait! These are my own legs! I can show them off if I want. Why am I acting guilty? Why should I feel ashamed?

Yu Xian lowered his head slightly, eyeing the door behind him that was still slightly ajar. No longer willing to play nice, he straightened up, then like a leopard, he bolted down the emergency exit behind him, running down the stairs. He panted lightly as he pulled out his earpiece and brought it to his lips. “Goodbye, darling~”

Mo Ze heard the sound of the earpiece being stomped into pieces through his own device. He stood up, slinging the rifle over his shoulder, as a surge of his oppressive woodsy pheromones instantly overwhelmed the white tea perfume used to mask his scent. “Slim Alpha, get me his location.”