Chapter 17
Several diplomats from the alliance exchanged meaningful glances behind Jiang Yun.
Even Cheng Chi, who was carrying out the mission for the first time, could feel that Olin was actually more anxious than the Alliance.
To the Alliance, no matter how important Colonel Lu is, he is just a corpse.
But to Olin, Wycliffe was a living noble. Every day of delay would put Wycliffe in greater danger at the hands of the Alliance.
The enemy is in a hurry while we are slow, which is undoubtedly a huge advantage for us.
Cheng Chi was sure that Foreign Minister Jiang was well aware of this, but perhaps because Foreign Minister Jiang also wanted to bring Colonel Lu back as soon as possible, he did not raise any objections.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Yun nodded under the umbrella: "Okay."
"Great, really great. I can sense this will be a pleasant and fair deal." Ian seemed genuinely happy. "Then according to the agreement, please invite Wycliffe to meet us. As soon as His Royal Highness can confirm with his own eyes that his beloved son is safe and sound, I will immediately take you to see Colonel Lu's body. What do you think?"
Jiang Yun gave Morris a look.
Morris picked up the intercom: "Bring it out."
Pollitt had been standing in the snow for a long time and was already exhausted.
He cursed the diplomat for talking so much nonsense while trying to support himself with his cane, his eyes fixed on the hatch of the Salvation.
As soon as his youngest son appeared, Paulette couldn't wait to take a step forward with his cane, almost stumbling in the snow. "Wycliffe!"
Ian steadied Pollitt with one hand, his red eyes narrowed as he scanned Wycliffe through the heavy snow. "His Highness Wycliffe doesn't look injured. Don't worry too much. Please pay attention to your demeanor as an imperial prince."
"Who the hell are you? How dare you teach me a lesson? Get out of here, you lowlife from the Lower Town!" Pollitt shook off Ian's hand, raised one hand to grab his military cap that was about to be blown away by the wind, and pointed his cane at the two Union captains who were holding his youngest son's arms: "Let Wycliffe go!"
Ian seemed to be tactful and stepped aside, watching the meeting between father and son with cold eyes, and sneered sarcastically at an angle that was out of Paulet's sight.
——The imperial system, the imperial power, the prince... Haha, the matter of bloodline really doesn't require any threshold.
Sadly, Wycliffe's feelings for his father were clearly not as deep as his father's for him.
When Wycliffe heard Pollitt calling his name, he just gave his father an indifferent look.
He was clearly in a state of extreme calm. Even after returning to the Empire's territory and seeing his father, there wasn't a hint of excitement in Alpha's eyes.
Anyone who knows the vampire Wycliffe knows that there is only one thing that can excite him, and that is a beautiful and cute Omega.
Wycliffe's eyes quickly swept across the Alphas and Betas present, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes when he passed Zhong Man and Lin Zhen, and then instantly ignited when he fell on Jiang Yun, completing a complete transformation from calm to madness.
Ah, we meet again, beauty.
Wycliffe's cheeks twitched slightly, and his tongue licked the tips of his teeth carefully, like a hungry wolf in urgent need of enjoying its prey.
Cheng Chi saw Lieutenant Colonel Morris standing between Foreign Minister Jiang and Wycliffe again, and a feeling of helplessness welled up in his heart uncontrollably.
He finally understood why Foreign Minister Jiang didn't allow him to learn from Lieutenant Colonel Morris.
What's the point of this? It would be better to find a way to get Wycliffe away from Foreign Minister Jiang as soon as possible.
Cheng Chi looked at Jiang Yun's back, took a deep breath, and with a rush of heat in his chest and head, he finished his first proactive speech in a diplomatic setting: "You have confirmed the person, can you take us to the research institute to pick up Colonel Lu now?"
No one present seemed to realize what this sentence meant to a fledgling diplomat, and no one even noticed that the diplomat who spoke was a newcomer whom they had never seen before.
Only Jiang Yun glanced sideways and gave Cheng Chi a vague glance.
This time, not only his chest and head, but Cheng Chi's whole body was filled with blood.
"Of course, of course." Ian snapped his fingers, and several cars with the Olin Empire logo stopped in front of Jiang Yun.
Ian opened the door of one of the cars for Jiang Yun and gestured "please," saying, "Foreign Minister Jiang, everyone, and His Highness Wycliffe, please get in."
As soon as Ian finished speaking, the faces of all the diplomats changed instantly, and Cheng Chi was also stunned.
Ian invites Wycliffe into the car?
What does this mean? ?
Yi Laizhe showed an expression of "as expected" and sneered: "I think your old problem has come back, Ian the Fool."
Ian looked innocent: "Huh? I don't quite understand what you are talking about, Mr. Yi Laizhe."
"According to the agreement, you have no right to take Wycliffe Lu away." Zhong Man asked loudly, "Are you planning to break the contract again, Mr. Ian?"
"No, no, no, Miss Zhong misunderstood me." Ian raised his hands in a gentlemanly manner and said with a smile, "We have no intention of taking His Highness Wycliffe away. He is still a hostage in the hands of your alliance. It's just..." Ian glanced in the direction of Pollitt and said, "Our Prince is missing his son and hopes to see him a little longer, even if it's only for the journey from the port to the institute."
Without waiting for the Alliance diplomats to refute, Ian continued, "In the meantime, you can continue to handcuff and shackle His Highness Wycliffe and have your Lieutenant Colonel personally look after him. I just need His Highness Wycliffe and Prince Pollitt to ride in the same car. What do you think, Foreign Minister Jiang?"
Polit finally fixed his military cap, regained his footing on the snow, and said in a gruff voice, "Minister Jiang, you won't refuse to give me this honor, will you?"
Jiang Yun seemed to have anticipated Ian's move and was too lazy to even waste time arguing with Olin about the agreement.
He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Pollitt: "Why, do you really need my face?"
"......!" Paulette's face turned red and his neck became thick after hearing Jiang Yun's words. Just as he was about to explode, Ian took the lead.
"Would you like to reconsider this, Minister Jiang? You're only one step away from your late husband's body." Ian advised sincerely, as if he was really thinking about Jiang Yun. "Of course, we can sit down and talk it over, but that will inevitably waste time. It's all up to you, Minister Jiang."
Yi Laizhe saw through Olin's true intention at a glance and lowered his voice behind Jiang Yun, "Foreign Minister, they have already met with Wycliffe and are now starting to delay time."
Although the Alliance's military strength was sufficient to support the Foreign Affairs Corps' immediate confrontation with Olin, this would inevitably lead to a stalemate between the two sides, and the time to receive Colonel Lu would be repeatedly delayed.
But if they agreed to Ian's request, not only would they feel aggrieved, but the other party might also become more demanding and make even more unreasonable demands.
The other diplomats, though young, were also well-trained. They all knew that no matter how much they said, it would be useless.
They only need to do one thing.
Standing behind Foreign Minister Jiang, waiting for his final decision.
Jiang Yun is always decisive when making decisions. He either agrees or refuses, and never drags his feet.
But today, he didn't make a quick decision like usual. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Do you have any other requests? Why not raise them all at once?"
Pollitt's expression instantly became subtle. He wanted to exchange glances with Ian, but Ian didn't look at him.
The red-haired Alpha still maintained a smiling expression: "What does Foreign Minister Jiang mean?"
"Let me guess," Jiang Yun said slowly, "If I agree, His Excellency the Prince will probably ask me to give him a favor and invite me to ride in the same car with them."
Pollitt's expression changed completely.
"You went through so much trouble just to get the right to stay with me temporarily." Jiang Yun turned around, his brows as cold as a knife, but the corners of his mouth turned up to give Willikoff an impeccable and perfect smile: "You like me so much, huh?"
This smile made the cold light in Wycliffe's eyes reach its peak, and his eyelids twitched faster and faster.
I like it, of course I like it, how could I not like it.
Which Alpha wouldn't like an Omega like you?
"Enough is enough, Orin," Morris warned coldly, "We will never agree to such an outrageous request."
The Omegas present all showed disgusted expressions.
Just being stared at by Wycliffe's dank and perverted gaze was uncomfortable enough. Add to that his disgusting bloody pheromones, and being in a confined space with him was simply too much for an Omega to handle.
Lu Chao's face was equally terrifyingly gloomy, a fear that made him lose his youthfulness. His features, which had become clearer with each passing year, now had the oppressive feeling of an adult Alpha.
He just wanted to rush forward, grab the Olin man's bayonet and stab it into Willykoff's eyes that were coveting his father!
If his pale brother hadn't grabbed his wrist tightly and forced him to remain calm, he might have really done it - no, he would definitely do it!
Cheng Chi opened his mouth and was about to express his anger to the Orin people, but he caught a glimpse of Lieutenant Colonel Morris out of the corner of his eye and quickly closed his mouth.
We cannot learn from Lieutenant Colonel Morris. Foreign Minister Jiang does not need useless nonsense.
But what should he do? How should he protect Foreign Minister Jiang?
If Foreign Minister Jiang doesn't allow him to learn from Lieutenant Colonel Morris, who else can he learn from?
The newly arrived young diplomat didn't know that Jiang Yun no longer needed any Alpha's maintenance since seventeen years ago.
Jiang Yun raised his hand to signal everyone to stay where they were, and walked towards Wycliffe alone.
Wycliffe is an Alpha who is extremely seeking excitement.
He found the royal life of having no worries about food and clothing since childhood and having everything he wanted boring.
He couldn't find the meaning and purpose of life, and he had no interest in anything.
That's why he ignored his family's opposition and became an agent lurking in the alliance's capital.
The dangerous and exciting lurking life did bring him a sense of novelty, but he had never felt such incomparable excitement as he did at this moment.
Come on, beautiful and delicious Omega, come to me, I can't wait to taste you.
Outside the black umbrella, snowflakes dotted Jiang Yun's hair. His suit was straight under his cloak that fluttered in the wind. His contemptuous gaze was like two sharp scalpels cutting Alpha again and again.
"Do you think I'm afraid of your pheromones?" Jiang Yun walked casually towards Alpha, the snow forming straight and even collapses behind him. "Do you think your pheromones can have any effect on me?"
"Even the slightest bit of pheromone he releases when he's slightly irritated by being disturbed while sleeping in is enough to kill you instantly," Jiang Yun stopped in front of Wycliffe and slowly raised his almost pure black eyes. "Waste."
Wycliffe, instead of getting angry after being scolded by Jiang Yun, became even more excited: "You actually compared me with your beloved late husband. I think you seem to be angry on my behalf." The Alpha seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, even excited to the point of trembling: "Can I imagine that I have become one of the Alphas who can stir ripples in your calm heart?"
Jiang Yun stared at Wycliffe coldly, as if he was looking at a bloody corpse.
"Why are you silent, my beauty?" Wycliffe licked his lips contentedly, as if savoring a delicious appetizer. "You're so reluctant to answer me, are you agreeing?"
Jiang Yun said calmly: "You are seeking death."
"Seeking death? Indeed." Wycliffe laughed heartily, then lowered his voice to a hoarse hue that only he and Jiang Yun could hear. "I've been waiting for you to kill me. Why haven't you made any move? I'm so curious about how you'll play the role of a beautiful god of death and cruelly take my heart from my chest."
Jiang Yun listened to Wycliffe's speech in the snow with an expressionless face, as if he was watching a ridiculous clown who was trying to attract attention. There was even a hint of imperceptible pity in his eyes.
In a few days, this Alpha will indeed become a corpse, right?
Jiang Yun's silence turned into a kind of submissive docility in the eyes of Alpha.
The corners of Wycliffe's mouth curled upwards, his emotions reaching a peak of excitement under the beauty's unique gaze. "Remember my advice to you? Find a way to assassinate me as soon as possible, otherwise, when you are covered in blood, you will surely be as confused as so many other Omegas..."
…Just a few days. Jiang Yun told himself that he only needed to endure for a few more days.
Jiang Yun calmly looked away from Wycliffe's face and was about to turn around when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.
I saw that a tiny, almost invisible red dot had appeared between Wycliffe's eyebrows since someone had seen it.
Like an invisible red brushstroke, in the vast snow, under the gaze of the vast empire, it accurately and precisely strangled Wycliffe's heart.
The unaware Alpha still curled his lips and continued his speech, which he thought was moving: "You can't tell whether the blood covering you is your own or mine..."
The red blood mist exploded in Jiang Yun's suddenly dilated pupils.
There was no warning, nor any hesitation.
So nonchalant, so reckless.
Wycliffe's face was frozen in his last moment of arrogance.
The blood mist drew a striking arc in the wind and snow, and the head that was full of confidence a second ago burst out with brain matter mixed with broken bones; the light of extreme excitement in the eyes disappeared in an instant, leaving only two terrified holes.
The disgusting blood formed an ugly flower in the snow. The filthy roots snaked forward, but stopped abruptly just before touching the black cloak.
Jiang Yun stood beside the broken head of Willy Koff Lu, his suit, shirt, tie, and cape still spotlessly clean, without a speck of dust.
There was no blood of Willykoff Lu, nor any pheromones from any other Alpha.
Only cool snowflakes leaned towards him from afar, landing stubbornly and lightly on his shoulders, like gentle kisses after a long separation.
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