Chapter 8: Low blood sugar again?
"Bang!"
The neighbor's door was suddenly pulled open and slammed against the wall with a dull thud.
The young alpha, with his messy black hair from just waking up, frowned. Compared to the fear that ordinary people felt when they saw these debt collectors, the alpha was more angry and impatient at being woken up.
The four debt collectors, who had been so aggressive, fell silent the moment the boy opened the door.
"Are you trying to kill someone in broad daylight?"
"Mind your own business." The man with the buzz cut frowned, his tone unfriendly, but he immediately put away the steel pipe in his hand upon sensing the boy's pheromones.
There are also ranks among alphas. The pheromones of higher-ranking alphas have an extremely strong suppressive effect on lower-ranking alphas. In the war zone, it is not uncommon for one alpha to be able to take on ten. Ordinary alphas like them, even if they outnumber each other, will not have an advantage when fighting against top-tier alphas.
The person in front of him was clearly a high-ranking alpha, even though he looked tall and thin and didn't seem like someone who could fight.
"Want to fight?" the leading alpha with the buzz cut asked coldly. "So what if you're a top-tier alpha? Do you know who we are? Do you know what the consequences will be if you mess with us?"
The others chimed in, "Don't push your luck! Do you know who's protecting us?"
The young man, hot-blooded and arrogant, clearly didn't take their threats seriously. Instead of speaking, he arrogantly released more information, making the others feel even more uncomfortable.
Even during the day, the hallway is poorly lit, as gloomy as dusk.
The group was enraged by the boy's nonchalant attitude, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense. The leader, a man with a buzz cut, spat fiercely, his eyes filled with malice: "Are you close to them? Think carefully about whether you want to risk your life for unrelated people."
“Brothers, he has nothing to do with this matter and is not familiar with us,” Mu Yan said, leaning against the wall, his face pale and his voice hoarse. “He’s just a neighbor’s kid. He’s still young. Please don’t hold it against him.”
"You say we'll listen to you if you don't care?"
When the boy heard Mu Yan say "we're not familiar with each other," his expression changed. He was about to say something when Mu Yan spoke first.
"These gentlemen are here for the money, why make things complicated?"
"Easy for you to say, then you show me the money!" the tattooed man sneered, but after this reminder, the others calmed down.
They came to collect a debt. The beatings, paint-throwing, and threats were just means, not ends. Their superiors were confident they could get them out of jail, but the constant trouble they caused made them seem like a troublesome and unreliable group.
During the brief stalemate, Mu Yan's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
"Lin Guojun."
Shang Qiyue said that he had given Lin Guojun a small tip, and that he would not ask for it back just because Mu Yan disagreed with his sugar daddy agreement.
"I just remembered, Lin Guojun should still have tens of thousands of yuan on him..."
"You really can come up with any excuse... We beat him up before, and if he had a single penny, he would have coughed it all up by now." The shorter, tattooed man sneered.
“I didn’t make this up. You can leave two people here to keep watch, and the other two go find him. He wouldn’t dare go to your casino, he must have gone to the bathhouse. You can stay there for a long time without checking ID.”
Mu Yan gave the name of a bathhouse, and several alphas seemed to have heard of the name and knew about the place, and their expressions softened.
“I know he owes you 500,000 yuan. This tens of thousands of yuan is just a drop in the bucket, but it’s better than nothing. It’s good to collect some interest first. Give us another half month’s payment, and we’ll find a way to pay back the rest.”
"Where did he get the money? And how do you know he's rich? Haven't we been in contact for a long time?"
Mu Yan's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.
The man with the buzz cut glanced at the underling who asked the question, implying that as long as he could collect some money first, there was no need to pry.
They've seen many families like this. A single gambler can ruin a family. Family members always claim they don't know each other and have cut ties long ago, but only a minority actually sever ties and watch the gambler go bankrupt.
An incurable person will always be incurable, and a soft-hearted person will be dragged down again and again.
The man with the buzz cut who was in the lead clearly believed Mu Yan's words and led his men to the bathhouse to arrest Lin Guojun.
Mu Yan had no need to lie. He could use this excuse to get rid of them once, but would they keep falling for it?
As the group disappeared completely at the end of the stairs, Mu Yan's tense nerves relaxed. His chest heaved violently, but his ears were ringing and his vision blurred.
His fingers trembled slightly, cold sweat trickled down his back, he swayed, and the world before his eyes suddenly tilted.
Xiang Zhuo sensed something was wrong and quickly helped him up, but Mu Yan had already lost all strength and lost his balance, falling forward.
Just as he was about to fall, a hand reached out in time and caught him steadily.
The young man frowned, supporting himself on Mu Yan's shoulder with one hand. Looking down, he noticed that Mu Yan's face was deathly pale, his lips were almost bloodless, and he looked weak and sickly.
"Is your blood sugar low again?" the boy asked.
"Brother Xiaoyan?" Alpha called him again.
Mu Yan actually wanted to push him away, but his vision was going black, and if he hadn't been leaning on the boy, he probably would have collapsed immediately.
Lu Chong disliked having other alphas' pheromones on him, especially during his most sensitive period, when he was particularly unreasonable. The boy was so close; he was bound to notice.
"Do you... know each other?" Even if Xiang Zhuo was slow to realize it, he had now come to this conclusion.
The boy lived next door and had only recently moved in. He wasn't particularly outgoing, and even if they bumped into each other in the hallway, he wouldn't greet them. Xiang Zhuo hadn't expected him to step forward to help them.
“Yes, I know you. My name is He Fan. I was Xiao Yan’s roommate in college.” The boy nodded, his gaze sweeping over Mu Yan’s pale face before turning to Xiang Zhuo. “You’re injured, and you have children at home. You should go and apply some medicine first. I’ll help Xiao Yan to my house to rest for a while.”
Mu Yan opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was fine, but as soon as he took a step, the world spun around him.
He subconsciously reached out to steady himself against the wall, but He Fan caught him firmly. The other man's strength wasn't gentle, but his palm was dry and warm, carrying the unique scent of a young man.
Theoretically speaking, Xiang Zhuo shouldn't have entrusted a patient experiencing a hypoglycemic attack to a stranger. However, the boy did live here, knew Mu Yan, and had just helped them.
...Besides, Mu Yan is just an ordinary beta like him. What could a top-tier alpha possibly have designs on a beta?
Mu Yan seemed to regain some consciousness and nodded to He Fan while leaning against him.
He Fan's house was well-lit, and although he lived alone, it was very clean. He helped Mu Yan sit down on the sofa and then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm sugar water.
Mu Yan wanted to reach out and take the cup, but before he could, He Fan had already brought the cup to his lips.
"Can you do it yourself?" He Fan seemed to see his reluctance and let go of his hand after confirming that he could hold the cup steadily.
Mu Yan took the sugar water and drank a big gulp. The sweetness spread, and his confused consciousness finally cleared up a little.
He Fan stood in front of him, looking down intently at him, which made Mu Yan feel a little embarrassed.
Are you feeling better?
"I feel much better..." After regaining consciousness, Mu Yan quickly thanked He Fan, "I really want to thank you today. Without you, I really don't know how I would have ended things."
He subconsciously smiled at He Fan, a very polite and courteous smile, a habitual one.
Such politeness was perceived as aloofness by He Fan, who frowned slightly, a fleeting look of displeasure crossing his face.
"Why are you being so polite with me, Brother Yan... Even if it were an ordinary neighbor in this situation, I would help them too."
“But what a coincidence!” He Fan’s eyes sparkled. “We haven’t seen each other for so long.”
Mu Yan lowered his head subconsciously. Yes, he and He Fan hadn't seen each other for so long, and he never expected to see himself in such a disheveled state when they met again.
He Fan was his college roommate, two years younger than him. He happened to be assigned to the room because there was an empty bed in his dorm.
He was lively and cheerful, and as soon as he moved in, he kept calling everyone "senior brother," so everyone in the dorm liked him.
Because of his part-time job, Mu Yan left early and returned late every day. Although he got along well with everyone in the dormitory, they weren't very close. He Fan, who moved in later, became the person in the dormitory closest to Mu Yan because of his outgoing personality. He Fan's way of addressing him changed from "senior" to "Brother Xiao Yan".
After getting together with Lu Chong, Lu Chong once had a falling out with Mu Yan because of him.
Back in college, Lu Chong's temper wasn't as unpredictable as it is now. When he encountered someone he was unhappy with, he would directly question Mu Yan about who he had dinner with yesterday, instead of always having a long face and making Mu Yan guess why he was angry.
"It's just a roommate I'm close to. We happened to bump into each other in the cafeteria and ate together. Please don't be angry, okay?"
"He even put food on your plate. Doesn't he know you have a boyfriend?"
“Xiao Fan is like that. When he goes out with his other roommates, he will serve them food. I am a beta, and he is an alpha, so he won’t have any feelings for me.”
Lu Chong's expression darkened further: "I'm an alpha too."
"I have never seen him serve food to anyone else."
Mu Yan tried to coax Lu Chong for a long time that day, but he couldn't calm him down. It wasn't until he agreed to stay at Lu Chong's place for the week and not go back to the dormitory that Lu Chong's expression improved.
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