Evolution - Chapter 129
Chapter 129
Ji Changqing’s prison training course hadn’t been for nothing.
After enduring a brutally unforgettable pharmacology course where slow movements or a weak foundation could mean life-or-death situations, she could satisfy a small request from Nankong in minutes.
Of course, she wouldn’t be so blunt as to buy pre-made medicine; she formulated it herself. Injectable inhibitors weren’t suitable, so she switched to an oral version. The oral medication would be slightly less effective, a deficit she compensated for by increasing the dosage. To pull the wool over everyone’s eyes and make it easy to take, she even made it look like candy.
The drug for faking a heat period was packaged as a perfume. Applied to the glands, it would maintain its effect for at least six hours.
She rummaged through the various strange and wonderfully effective drugs she had been secretly preparing, thought for a moment, and made a few more types to give to Nankong and Saiweiyala. These were specifically for dealing with the Klopp Family Head and his personal guards.
One caused temporary loss of voice, with an effect that lasted only two to three hours. Another acted like a stimulant, giving an hour-long high followed by several hours of weakness. There were also a few others that were helpful for forcing compliance and extracting confessions.
They had less than forty days to prepare for this big play, which seemed rushed. But looking at the pieces, Nankong had long since figured out Klopp’s habits and had a good idea of where the confidential documents were kept.
Here, they were newcomers. Klopp only had two properties on Baoling Planet. One was slightly larger, where family members studying or managing affairs on the planet usually stayed.
The other was this place. It was a three-story standalone villa with a vast interior, divided down the middle. The left side was for the exclusive use of the Klopp Family Head, equipped with advanced security and heavily guarded. Unless they were meeting for official business, not even Nankong himself could enter without permission.
The right side was where Nankong could move about freely.
But that didn’t matter. You could always count on Saiweiyala’s black tech. In Nankong’s room, she installed a signal wave collection and analysis device—an upgraded version of the one they used on Wendeli—and also gave him a button-shaped automatic data-copying device to carry with him.
In less than ten days, after Nankong had made three trips to Klopp’s exclusive territory on the left, Saiweiyala locked onto the location with a strange expression.
Ninety percent of the copied data was encrypted, and they had no intention of cracking it now. They just gave it a cursory look; the more detailed work could wait. After all, this stuff was only useful to the Alliance.
The results from the signal analysis device were more interesting. The data-shielded area was quite large, but the strength of the shielding varied. There were also different areas where the shielding was lifted at different times.
One thing was very clear, however: one specific location was under strong, continuous 24-hour shielding. Even more interestingly, this area was long and narrow. One end terminated in the Klopp Family Head’s study, while the other ended in Nankong’s living quarters.
With this result, Nankong’s mind was at ease. He handled his official duties with half a heart, most of his attention focused on repeatedly refining their plan of action.
After lunch one day, he wondered if Ji Changqing was making good progress. It seemed like he hadn’t seen her for two or three days. He asked casually, “Where is Zhao Qingci?”
The leader of the guard team on duty gave him a strange look. “She’s on her three-day rotation off. She should be in Flower Alley. Do you need me to call her back?”
“Zhao Qingci’s” lecherous persona was holding strong. Flower Alley wasn’t just a single alley for a certain kind of business; it was a red-light district the size of a small city, a renowned paradise for pleasure-seekers on Baoling Planet. It was a chaotic mix of people, and probably not even the highest official on Baoling Planet knew exactly how many different factions had a stake in it.
Inside, everyone pretended to be running legitimate businesses, so the planetary authorities turned a blind eye. As long as there were no overt violations of the law, everyone managed to get along.
Whenever Ji Changqing wasn’t on duty, she would go out carousing, returning each time smelling of alcohol and tinged with different pheromones.
Everyone knew she was always scheming to take down her enemies, so frequenting such places was considered normal. Her superiors tacitly approved, and since she performed her duties well, others could only look on with a hint of envy.
Nankong couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. “No need.” He had just made some progress and had a sudden urge to share the good news with his teammate. Since she wasn’t around, he let it go.
Ji Changqing, who in everyone else’s eyes was living it up, couldn’t afford to fall behind her teammates. Openly and covertly, she had arranged four escape routes. The departure times and pre-booked spots for each route varied, ranging from three to ten per route.
Among them, the most reliable route was naturally the one operated by Adonis and his people, based on their shared interests. The next best was one run by another faction that Adonis had vetted for her. The other two routes were chosen from the black market.
In reality, people who dared to run this kind of business were only in it for the money, and anything could happen along the way. If they decided to abandon all ethics, simply taking the money and not doing the job would be a good outcome. Robbing their clients blind and dumping them in some random place wasn’t the worst-case scenario, either. There were also those who would murder for money, or turn around and sell their clients like pigs—there was nothing they wouldn’t do that you couldn’t imagine.
So-called reliability was just a matter of picking the best of a bad bunch, only marginally better than the rest.
Amid a mixture of tension, fear, and a glimmer of hope and anticipation for their imminent escape, Nankong’s heat arrived right on schedule.
On the first day, Nankong received a single inhibitor.
He gave the person who brought it a cold look.
Receiving an inhibitor meant the Klopp Family Head was definitely not coming. Not being able to act today meant he had to endure another day, which made him slightly irritable. No matter how strong his character, after enduring for over two years, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel was bound to affect him somewhat.
His resentful expression must have intimidated the messenger. When this person reported back, he twisted it into a compliment for the big boss’s irresistible charm, framing it as the pining of a lover awaiting his master’s return. “Mr. Nankong misses the Earl very much. He’s lost his appetite and seems out of sorts. He’s asked several times when the Earl might be coming.”
The Klopp Family Head was quite pleased by this, offering a rare, approving smile, both reserved and self-satisfied. “Mm, take good care of him.” He thought to himself, Omegas really should be marked. After being marked, even the defiant, headstrong, and unchangeable Nankong has learned to be gentle and obedient!
Since he had become so docile, what harm was there in indulging him a little?
On the second day, Nankong, curled up on the sofa in his living room, watched the time tick by. When the usual time for delivering the inhibitor passed, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He rang the bell and summoned Saiweiyala. “Have the kitchen prepare more of the Earl’s favorite dishes.”
An involuntary smile appeared on Saiweiyala’s face, but she quickly composed herself and answered respectfully before briskly exiting.
In an instant, everyone sprang into action.
The rest of the villa staff focused wholeheartedly on preparing for the Klopp Family Head’s arrival.
Under the pretext of cleaning, Saiweiyala silently dissolved the drug—the one that caused an hour-long high followed by a long crash—into the drinking water. The special incense burner in Nankong’s bathroom was replaced, as were the bath towels and hand towels, which had been soaked in a drug and then dried. Candy-like pills that would dull the senses and cause mild hallucinations were placed on the dining table, the bedside table, and next to the sofa.
After finishing her cleaning, she clocked out, her great deeds hidden from view, and was the first to leave for the safe house Ji Changqing had arranged. She retreated there first because, one, her lack of combat skills would make her a liability at the villa, and two, the tech expert needed to provide support from a secure location.
Suppressing her nervousness, she ran into the safe house, then leaned against the door, patting her chest and gasping for air. Once she had calmed down, she turned on the monitoring equipment, and with a single keypress, the screens before her displayed the surveillance feeds from inside and outside the villa.
She stared, not daring to blink.
Meanwhile, Jixin was grimly issuing orders to the thirty men he had assembled. Yes, he was actually of a decent rank and had over a hundred people under his command. These thirty were a handpicked selection of skilled fighters who didn’t talk much.
“This is a covert cleanup operation. Tonight, everyone in this house, inside and out, besides you, is to be subdued. If there is any resistance, they can be dealt with lethally!”
He presented Nankong’s secret order, assigned each squad a cleanup area, and had them take up concealed positions to await the signal to act.
Ji Changqing, who was in charge of the extraction, was meticulously checking the items she had prepared to carry for the impending escape. As she checked, she let out a deep sigh.
Who knew if it would go smoothly? In the vast sea of stars, no amount of supplies or weapons felt like enough. If it weren’t for spatial equipment, an interstellar escape would be unthinkable.
The sky gradually darkened, and as night deepened, lights began to turn on one by one.
Because he was in heat, Nankong stayed indoors and didn’t go downstairs. He stood by the window with his arms crossed, quietly watching the road leading to the villa.
The light from behind him cast his face in half-shadow, but his eyes were astonishingly bright.
In the distance, bright headlights approached. A hovercar drove in slowly and stopped steadily in front of the villa. Several people got out. Even though they were on their own turf, they still scanned their surroundings vigilantly before flanking the Klopp Family Head as he entered the house.
The Klopp Family Head stepped out of the car, looked up, and saw Nankong. A self-satisfied smile spread across his face.
Nankong watched quietly as he disappeared from view, surrounded by his entourage, and smiled faintly.
When the Klopp Family Head pushed open the door and entered, the lingering smile had not yet faded from his lips. The Earl smiled knowingly, his eyes full of a “look at you, pretending you don’t care” expression. “I’m back late. Why didn’t you eat first if you were hungry?”
“I wanted to wait for you,” Nankong said softly.
A marked Omega only reacts to the pheromones of the Alpha who marked them. The two sat down, and well-trained Beta servants quickly served the dishes before bowing their heads and retreating.
The sweet scent of Omega pheromones in the air gradually grew stronger. The weariness and heat brought on by his condition flushed his cheeks with a rosy hue. His radiant smile was enough to set one’s heart ablaze.
Nankong didn’t eagerly serve him food, and the Klopp Family Head was used to it. Occasionally praising a dish and asking him to try it was already a rare show of pleasantness compared to the past two years.
The Klopp Family Head’s mind wasn’t on the meal. The dinner was ultimately not treated with respect, as it moved from the dining table to the bathroom midway through.
The scent of pheromones mixed with the fragrance of the incense was intoxicating. After a satisfying round of lovemaking, Klopp felt invigorated, ready for several more rounds.
Nankong’s smile was radiant, his eyes full of allure. “Let’s play something exciting.”
The Klopp Family Head pressed against him suggestively, kissing his neck as his hands roamed over his body. “How do you want to be excited?”
Nankong opened a wardrobe, revealing a full set of BDSM gear. “Let me do whatever I want, just this once, okay?”
“Once?”
“Once.”
“And after that, you’ll listen to me?”
“Mhm, I’ll listen to you.”
The Klopp Family Head was tempted.
Nankong methodically tied him up like a present with the “sex toys,” explaining how each item worked as he did so, even throwing in some dirty talk with a cheerful tone.
Once he was tied up, Nankong glanced at the time and muttered to himself, “Should be about time, right?”
Klopp replied, his voice full of lust, “What else is there…”
Nankong took a few steps back, looked down at his handiwork, and smiled with a particular danger.
Under Klopp’s gaze, he opened the small drawer of the bedside table, took something out, and said cheerfully, “It’s starting!”
The moment he finished speaking, Jixin tensed and gave a hand signal. Move out!
And Klopp, stripped naked and tied to the bed, looked at Nankong’s clear eyes and dangerous smile. He tried to scream, but with all his might, he could only produce a low, hoarse sound that couldn’t carry.
He struggled desperately, but the supposed sex toys were stronger than military-grade equipment. The more he struggled, the tighter they became. Klopp’s gaze was like poisoned daggers. “Nankong, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Fucking you over!” Nankong slapped his face with the flat of a knife. “You’d better behave for me!”
Klopp was bewildered. So this was foreplay? Was this motherfucker using his life for foreplay?!
Then Nankong stabbed him in the leg, his true intentions finally revealed. “How do I get the storage sphere?”
“Who is it?” The Klopp Family Head’s first reaction was to wonder who had convinced Nankong to go after the storage sphere, wanting to replace him and take complete control of the chain that funneled benefits from the Alliance to the Empire. A few names flashed through his mind. “The He family, the Yang family, or the Gail family?”
His voice was raspy, almost a whisper. With the mark from the knife on his face and the ghastly wound on his thigh, he looked pathetic. Nankong was unmoved and had no intention of answering. He casually shoved a pill into his mouth. “The drug will take full effect in half an hour. If you don’t want to experience the agony of your bones being shattered and regenerated, you’d better start talking.”
He looked at Klopp with anticipation, encouraging him, “Be strong.” That way, he could see for himself if the drug was really as miraculous as claimed.
Ji Changqing had been extremely disdainful of his interrogation methods, which consisted of nothing but torture. She had specially provided this, saying it would let him experience “the art of interrogation.”
“Nankong, don’t be fooled by others. Here, no one will treat you better than I do.” Klopp knew he was in deep trouble. When you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head. He swallowed his anger and played the emotional card. “I’ve been so good to you, spoiling you in every way…”
In his heart, he was viciously vowing that once he got free, he would make this bastard Nankong wish he were dead!
Nankong slapped him again with the flat of the knife. “Good to my ass!”
To hell with “the art of interrogation.” Didn’t beating someone until they screamed their head off count as a form of violent aesthetics?
Then he stabbed him in the other thigh. “Aren’t I loving you properly right now? Are you moved?”
Fuck! He didn’t dare move.
Flames were about to shoot from Klopp’s eyes! There was a time when Nankong had to grovel before him, when he could decide his life or death with a single thought.
During the planetary rebellion, he had taken the opportunity to orchestrate Nankong’s “social death” and had secretly imprisoned him on his own territory.
He hated it so much. He should have just killed him back then, instead of giving him a chance to live just because he liked him.
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