Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 27

Shen Xian rested her right hand on the handlebar of the electric scooter, slowing her steps. With her left hand, she grabbed Lin Qinghan’s wrist. Instinctively, Lin Qinghan tried to shake her off, but Shen Xian held on tightly.

When Lin Qinghan turned, she met Shen Xian’s unusually serious expression. Shen Xian gently tugged her closer and lowered her voice. “Qinghan, those people don’t seem right. Take out your phone. I’ll find a way to stall them. You call the police—quickly.”

Lin Qinghan reflexively glanced back, but Shen Xian immediately stopped her. “Qinghan, don’t look. There are people behind us too. Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”

As she spoke, Shen Xian’s eyes stayed fixed on the two men ahead. They had stopped walking, clearly intending to act within this area.

Although her body’s original host was an Alpha, she wasn’t an S-class Alpha. Her pheromones only had limited suppressive power over ordinary people. Still, no matter what, Shen Xian was determined to protect Lin Qinghan.

The two men in front began approaching them, pulling steel pipes from under their coats as they walked. Without hesitation, Shen Xian abandoned the scooter, grabbed Lin Qinghan, and darted toward the right.

Seeing them flee, the group gave chase. But this area had no other exit—the right side led to a dead end with a long, solid wall.

Shen Xian ran fast. Once they reached a large tree, she quickly settled Lin Qinghan underneath it. “Qinghan, call the police now. I’ll draw them away. Stay hidden—don’t worry about me.”

“Hey—Shen Xian?” Lin Qinghan frowned slightly, wanting to speak, but Shen Xian had already dashed off.

Her hands trembling, Lin Qinghan managed to make the call, explaining the situation and giving their location. By the time she looked up again, Shen Xian was already surrounded by five men.

“What the hell? Didn’t Lin Zhixin say his sister was just an Omega? Where did this Alpha come from?”

“Who knows? Doesn’t matter—just grab them both for Brother Qi. He’s waiting.”

“Hey, girl, we’re not even here for you. Don’t want trouble? Then scram. Think you can play the hero with your scrawny frame?”

“Hahaha, exactly! And to be honest, we’ve never had an Alpha before—wonder if they break easier.”

“Talk big while you still can,” Shen Xian sneered. She ripped off the pheromone-blocking patch on the back of her neck, flooding the air with her Alpha pheromones.

The men immediately began to show signs of discomfort. While Shen Xian wasn’t at full strength, the pheromones still had some effect. But the release drained her energy rapidly—too much, and it could cause her to faint.

There was no time to worry. She had to hold out until the police arrived.

Without hesitation, she kicked the nearest man—a short one—sending him crashing to the ground, dazed.

The others didn’t wait. Swinging their steel pipes, they lunged at her. Shen Xian caught one man’s wrists midair, then slammed her elbow into his neck, causing him to double over in pain. She immediately followed with a full-force kick to his side.

But five-on-one was too much. As she engaged the men in front, a blond thug behind her raised his pipe and struck her squarely in the back.

The metallic thud of steel against bone echoed in the alley.

Pain exploded through her spine, but she forced herself to whirl around and land a punch square on the blond’s nose. Bl00d sprayed instantly.

The men realized Shen Xian could fight. Combined with the pheromones clouding their heads, they grew cautious and more aggressive, surrounding her again.

She barely knocked one down before the others surged in from all angles. Shielding herself with her arms, she fought back where she could—but the barrage of steel pipes rained down relentlessly. Even her once-fair face had been bloodied.

Finally, after kicking the blond away again, Shen Xian twisted and used her elbow to knock a steel pipe from the short man’s hands, claiming it for herself.

Meanwhile, under the tree, Lin Qinghan broke out in cold sweat. She’d heard everything the thugs said—this had something to do with Lin Zhixin. Shen Xian was clearly risking her life to protect her.

Lin Qinghan wanted to run out and help, but she knew she’d only drag Shen Xian down. Clutching her phone, she waited in agony. Every second felt like an eternity.

The men weren’t doing great either. Every swing of Shen Xian’s pipe came with full force. In desperation, two of them veered toward Lin Qinghan.

Seeing this, Shen Xian’s eyes turned bloodshot. She shoved aside the remaining attackers and sprinted toward her.

But Lin Qinghan hadn’t just stood there. She turned and tried to flee, only to be surrounded again.

The blond thug grinned. “You’re Lin Zhixin’s sister, right? Make it easy on yourself and come with us. Your brother owes our boss 40 grand—he said to take you as collateral.”

“Yeah, never had an Omega before,” the short man chimed in. “They say you’re softer than regular women. If the boss is in a good mood, maybe he’ll let us have a turn too.”

As he reached toward her tear-streaked face, a steel pipe came crashing down on his arm.

Shen Xian had arrived.

With a pained scream, the short man crumpled, clutching his arm—likely broken.

The blond wasn’t so easy. Knowing Shen Xian was dangerous, he swung his pipe directly at Lin Qinghan, intending to knock her out.

But Shen Xian’s body moved before her mind could catch up. She threw herself in front of Lin Qinghan, taking the blow to her back.

Lin Qinghan had closed her eyes, bracing for impact. But instead of pain, she found herself wrapped in a protective embrace. Then she heard the sickening thud of the blow landing—on Shen Xian.

Tears streamed down her face.

Shen Xian wasn’t doing well. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since the fight began, and her repeated pheromone bursts had left her dizzy and weak, her body burning with pain.

When the men closed in again, Shen Xian had no strength left to fight—only the instinct to shield Lin Qinghan.

“Well, aren’t you the hero type,” one of the men sneered. “Broke my brother’s arm, huh? Don’t worry—you’ll be leaving on a stretcher. Just don’t die on us.”

Four of them, still able to fight, raised their pipes and began beating her again.

Shen Xian hunched over, arms around Lin Qinghan, taking every blow for her.

Lin Qinghan cried harder. She never imagined her own brother would sell her out—let alone drag Shen Xian into this. “Shen Xian, stop! They’re here for me! It’s my fault. Please, just run—I’ll handle it!”

Shen Xian only hugged her tighter and shook her head. Her gaze was firm. “Don’t say that. How could I ever leave you?”

The men, afraid of killing her, paused. But after hearing Shen Xian’s words, they grew furious again and prepared to continue—just as the sound of sirens pierced the night.

Blondie tried to grab Lin Qinghan, but no matter how he tugged, he couldn’t pull her from Shen Xian’s grasp.

“Sh1t, let’s go! You wanna get caught by the cops?” one of them yelled, dragging the blond away toward a side alley near the hospital.

Shen Xian’s whole body was on fire with pain. Her bones and organs didn’t seem broken—if they were, she wouldn’t be standing. She figured the system must have helped somehow. But the pain was real, sharp, and unrelenting.

She slowly loosened her grip on Lin Qinghan and tried to straighten up. Her face was pale, drenched in sweat. A punch had split her lip and swollen the corner of her mouth.

Lin Qinghan looked up and, seeing Shen Xian like this, burst into tears. Shen Xian forced a shaky hand up, gently wiping Lin Qinghan’s face, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

Shen Xian tried to smile to comfort her—but the movement tugged at her bruised lip, making her gasp in pain.

Lin Qinghan quickly supported her, sobbing. “Don’t move! Where does it hurt? We’ll go back to the hospital and get scans. What if your bones or organs—”

“I’m fine,” Shen Xian murmured, “just… tired.”

Though she claimed to be fine, she looked far from it. The system had converted most of her injuries to superficial ones, which would heal in a few days, but her current weakness came from pheromone overuse.

Her knees buckled. She collapsed into Lin Qinghan’s arms, dazed and barely conscious.

Sitting on the ground, Lin Qinghan held her tightly, gently patting her cheek. “Shen Xian, wake up! Don’t sleep—please hold on!”

Shen Xian furrowed her brows, her head pounding as police cars finally arrived.

Lin Qinghan briefly explained the situation, and two officers helped her rush Shen Xian back to their hospital.

Dr. Zhao, the attending physician that night, saw them rushing in and grew alarmed. “Qinghan, what happened?”

“It’s my ex-wife,” Lin Qinghan replied, visibly shaken. “She was attacked while protecting me from a group of thugs.”

Dr. Zhao, a clinical lead, examined Shen Xian and spoke gravely. “She doesn’t look critically injured, but we’ll need imaging to confirm there’s no internal damage. She fainted from pheromone exhaustion.”

When an Alpha’s pheromones are depleted, the fastest recovery method is calming them with their bonded Omega’s pheromones. The slower option is hormone-based medication, which takes significantly longer.

Given that Shen Xian and Lin Qinghan were already divorced, Dr. Zhao didn’t say more—but Lin Qinghan, being a hospital staff member, understood what was implied.

She turned to the people gathered around. “I’m sorry, could I ask everyone to step out for a moment?”

Dr. Zhao immediately caught her intent and ushered everyone into the conference room.