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Footprints Buried by Wind and Snow 1

Aside from that one glimpse in the blizzard, Lu Rong and Feinier’s official first meeting took place shortly after Lu Rong woke up.

At that time, he walked out of the room where he had regained consciousness, hoping to find someone to ask about his situation. The snow-white corridor seemed endless, leading to parts unknown. Silence reigned; the world was as pure as the color before his eyes, without a single speck of impurity.

After walking for about ten minutes, Lu Rong stopped. He had encountered the first person on this path. The man was hanging upside down by a breached section of the hull, his forehead pierced by a bloody hole. The whistling wind blew through the breach, tossing the man’s hair wildly.

It was obvious that this place had been attacked while he slept. Judging by the man’s dry, frost-free hair, Lu Rong estimated the attack had occurred within the last half hour.

Lu Rong picked up a gun-like object from the floor. The usage of such weapons was generally similar; after a moment of fumbling, he figured it out. Holding the gun, he continued forward and soon entered a large hall. This was clearly the flight control center. A massive projection in the center flashed bright red words: Under Attack.

Lu Rong scanned the room, seeing signs of struggle and bloodstains. Chairs were overturned, and there were marks from stray bullets on the floor.

Following the trail, Lu Rong entered another corridor and found a second corpse. A quick glance revealed the man’s neck had been snapped, a clean death.

He moved further and soon saw another deceased person with a shattered spine, seemingly killed by a single, efficient blow.

Both men wore the same uniform as the first body. They were clearly a group of intruders. The owner of the vessel—his savior—was obviously no simple person, having handled these intruders alone.

Familiar with human weaknesses, striking with lethal precision and speed.

Lu Rong had a preliminary understanding of his savior. He guessed he wouldn’t need to provide backup. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a faint sound came from a room with an open door. Lu Rong raised his gun and crept inside.

The spacious room was clearly a medical bay. The treatment beds were in disarray, and tables and chairs were overturned. Amidst the wreckage, Lu Rong saw a tall, upright back. The person had long, silvery-white hair; the ends were slightly messy but hung resiliently to the waist, swaying with the owner’s movements.

The person was gripping someone’s fragile neck. Lu Rong watched motionlessly as the person’s arm suddenly twisted. A crisp crack of a breaking spine echoed, the sound chillingly clear.

Lu Rong had seen efficient killing methods before, but for some reason, when that fragile neck snapped, he felt his own nerves twitch in sympathy. He forgot to speak.

The person didn’t seem to notice Lu Rong standing at the door. With a flick of the arm, he tossed the corpse aside and took a few staggering steps forward. Perhaps due to the sudden relaxation after intense tension, his body tilted. He leaned against a nearby cabinet and slowly sank to his knees.

He seemed to be breathing with great difficulty. As he hunched over, the outline of his shoulder blades pushed against his military uniform, making his rapid, heavy breathing painfully obvious.

It was hard to imagine that the person who had just killed so efficiently could suddenly become so weak. His trouser legs were wrinkled as he reached for something on a nearby treatment table. However, due to the distance, he couldn’t reach it at all. His breathing grew more ragged, his fingertips trembled, and his hair fell from his shoulders, revealing a pale, vulnerable neck where the gland was slightly swollen.

Alpha… or Omega?

Lu Rong felt a sense of strangeness. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was wrong. He didn’t dare turn on his bracelet’s receiver for fear of an accident. He muffled his footsteps and slowly approached.

When Lu Rong’s shadow covered the person from behind, he felt a sudden surge of alertness and killing intent. The other man rose nimbly. When he turned around, his sharp gaze was cold and direct, leaving Lu Rong stunned.

The man had golden vertical pupils.

The other man also froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Lu Rong to be there. He instinctively touched his face, and his expression changed. In the next second, the person who had been kneeling weakly suddenly lunged at Lu Rong, attacking without hesitation. The previous fatigue had vanished without a trace.

Lu Rong was only startled for a moment before dodging the first strike. Is there some misunderstanding— He tried to explain, but seeing that the person had no intention of stopping and was aiming for lethal spots, he immediately began to fight back.

Based on his observations of the corpses, he skillfully avoided the other’s attempts to lock his throat or kick him. After several exchanges, Lu Rong quickly realized the man was at his wit’s end. Though he seemed aggressive, he lacked actual strength. Seizing an opening, Lu Rong grabbed the man’s wrist and easily subdued him.

Lu Rong was fairly certain this was his savior. He had a vague memory of the person wearing a mask while saving him, but now he wasn’t. Was there something about this face that couldn’t be seen? Lu Rong wondered.

He pinned the man against a low cabinet, looking down at him. Finally, he tilted his head and said softly, “You saved me. I won’t hurt you.”

It was a promise, but the man didn’t seem to hear it. He didn’t nod or shake his head; his expression was even somewhat blank and dazed. He just turned his head, staring intensely at Lu Rong in silence, the hostility in his eyes still thick.

Lu Rong knew that the moment he let go, the other would try to attack again. He felt as if the person before him was like a giant python in the jungle, warily and coldly watching anyone who approached, ready to kill all intruders.

Better to kill by mistake than to let a threat pass.

Was he an Alpha? In the middle of a rut? But even for an Alpha in heat, this level of hostility was excessive.

“If you want to kill me now, why did you save me in the first place?” Lu Rong asked from his superior position.

The other man continued to study him silently before looking away. However, when his gaze fell on the bracelet on Lu Rong’s wrist, the hostility in his eyes inexplicably faded a little. For safety’s sake, Lu Rong didn’t let go. His eyes swept over the treatment table and saw a syringe.

He picked up the syringe. The man beneath him immediately struggled. Lu Rong pressed down firmly and asked, “Is this an inhibitor?”

Lu Rong had used inhibitors to alleviate rut symptoms before, so he assumed this was something similar.

The man was clearly stunned. He studied Lu Rong again, his brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing. Lu Rong let him look. A few seconds later, the man gave a response: a very slight nod.

Lu Rong wasn’t sure if the medicine here was used the same way as on Planet Astar. He asked, “Where do I inject it?”

The man was silent for a few seconds. “The gland.” His voice was abnormally hoarse.

The dosage in the syringe looked large. Lu Rong asked cautiously, “All of it?”

“All of it,” came the brief, cold reply.

Lu Rong asked no more. The needle sank deep into the gland. He felt the man beneath him flinch—likely from pain. Whether Alpha or Omega, the gland was an extremely sensitive area, and the needle had gone quite deep. Pain was expected.

Lu Rong loosened his grip slightly, watching the syringe automatically depress. As the liquid was halfway gone, he noticed some text on the inner wall of the syringe.

He leaned in to read it carefully, his brow gradually furrowing. He saw the word Omega. He turned to stare at the man beneath him. The strange feeling he’d had upon entering the room was finally explained—during an Omega’s heat, the gland becomes swollen.

“You’re an Omega?” Lu Rong was exceptionally surprised.

The moment the question was asked, the man went from quiet to ferocious. His golden pupils constricted; Lu Rong almost thought he was looking at a wild beast. In the next second, a hand grabbed Lu Rong’s pinning arm. The man flipped his body with an incomprehensible agility, slipping out of Lu Rong’s grasp.

He snatched Lu Rong’s gun and, while Lu Rong was still reacting, fired a shot without hesitation.

Lu Rong was no sitting duck. Predicting and dodging gunfire was a skill etched into his bones. He dodged the first shot and immediately closed the distance.

Likely because he had received a partial dose of the inhibitor, the Omega had regained some strength. His moves were vicious, each strike aimed at Lu Rong’s weak points without mercy.

But Lu Rong was no less skilled. His movements were even more efficient and concise, with no wasted motion. He blocked the Omega’s fierce attacks one by one. After a few exchanges, he once again caught a lapse in the Omega’s strength, grabbed his hand, and successfully disarmed him.

But this Omega seemed to have no concept of surrender. Without the gun, he became even more savage. He dislocated his own hand to escape Lu Rong’s grip, then quickly popped it back into place. However, the gun had been kicked away, leaving him in a melee struggle with Lu Rong.

Lu Rong’s patience and composure were exhausted by the Omega’s volatility. This time, he directly dislocated both of the Omega’s arms and kicked him to the floor.

This person might have been a match for him—or even stronger—if his stamina were full. But now, Lu Rong stared at his flushed face and asked belatedly, “Heat?”

The Omega wasn’t provoked. His eyes were an unnatural red as he stared coldly at Lu Rong. Before Lu Rong’s eyes, the Omega shook his arms like a machine, actually resetting his dislocated shoulders. He lunged forward, reaching for Lu Rong’s throat. Lu Rong dodged, grabbed the Omega’s arm, twisted it behind his back, and pinned him down again.

This time, Lu Rong showed no mercy. He used his full strength to pin the man firmly against the treatment bed.

Staring at the Omega’s reddened face, Lu Rong began to understand the man’s sharp personality.

Although an Omega in heat craves marking, no one wants to be marked by a strange Alpha. Naturally, they wouldn’t want to see a strange Alpha at all.

In some Omegas, this reluctance manifests as fear. In the person before him, it clearly manifested as fierce aggression.

Lu Rong searched around and finally found the syringe in a corner.

Only half the dose had been injected, and the syringe had shattered on the floor during the struggle. The inhibitor was useless now, and the gun that could restrain the Omega was far away. Lu Rong looked at the treatment bed and finally chose what looked like restraint straps. He tied the Omega up hand and foot like a bundle, securing him to a nearby chair.

After finishing, he checked the straps repeatedly to ensure they couldn’t be undone.

During the process, the Omega in Lu Rong’s hands became very quiet again. He said nothing, as if accepting his capture. But with his previous experience, Lu Rong knew the man was definitely looking for any opportunity to stand up and deliver a lethal blow.

Therefore, Lu Rong retrieved the gun and held it tightly. He pulled up a chair and sat in front of the Omega. By now, the faint flush on the Omega’s face was more pronounced. Lu Rong surmised he was in heat and, without enough medicine, would have to endure it.

Fortunately, Lu Rong was wearing a suppression bracelet, which completely prevented his Alpha pheromones from leaking and blocked the influence of the Omega’s heat pheromones. This prevented him from being triggered into a reactive rut, but it was also why he hadn’t immediately realized the other person was an Omega.