He didn't even bother to lower his head, only glancing at Lin Qingshu, who was tied to the chair - this was the first time he had diverted his attention in that direction since entering. 

"What? I can't even discipline my own son?" He sneered, "As for your subordinates -"

"They illegally invaded the prisoner-of-war camp located in the residential city, and I have the right to deal with them." 

My current angle was just right to face the long table. As soon as Gao Qingping finished speaking, I keenly saw Lin Qingshu, who should have been tightly bound to the chair, move slightly and inconspicuously. 

Gao Qingping didn't notice at all. I looked at Mu Haichao again. She paused, covered her chest, and showed an expression of being speechless with anger, unable to say a word for a long time. 

Me: . . . So it was just an act. 

Gao Qingping sneered and ignored Mu Haichao, turning to look at Axiu with a regretful expression, "Bu Huaiyuan, how did you manage to escape?"

His tone was slippery and sticky, his triangular eyes full of sinister and filthy malice, and his face had a disgusting expression, easily reminding me of a scaly snake spitting venom in a sewer, with a stench of corruption. Standard translation: 

Axiu's muscles tightened instantly. I lifted my head and saw his neck and forehead bulging with veins, his fists clenched tightly, and his full of hatred almost overflowing. 

I grabbed his hand and carefully pried open his fingers one by one. He was holding on too tightly, and even his short nails left deep red marks in his palm. I was angry and a little panicked as I carefully held his fingers. 

Gao Qingping continued with a fake smile, as if he hadn't seen Axiu's reaction, "Those subordinates who fought with you on the battlefield, do they know that their marshal has turned into an omega and has been taken by countless people?" 

"Gao. . . Qing. . . Ping. . ."  Axiu gritted his teeth, each word almost grinding out from between them. I was so close that I could hear the sound of his teeth rubbing together. 

Gao Qingping responded indifferently, shaking his head regretfully, "It's a pity you don't know how. . ."  

He didn't finish his sentence because I couldn't take it anymore. My pheromones surged out of my body uncontrollably, and I lunged at Gao Qingping's detestable face. 

"You idiot! Are you so useless that you have to humiliate others to get pleasure? Are you the eunuch of the ancient times or the Gao Qingping of today?!" 

I was shaking with anger, and my words were unfiltered, "You're over two hundred years old, why aren't you worried about whether your coffin is ready? Why are you lusting after my omega? With your useless little organ?!" 

"You're not even worthy?!!" 

My temples throbbed, and my blood boiled throughout my body. A suffocating burning sensation engulfed me, as if a raging fire was brewing, and my glands were restless. Standard translation: 

I can't control myself anymore, my hands are trembling with excessive anger, I want to tear this beast apart and feed it to the dogs!!!

I'm going crazy, Axiu is struggling to hold me down, shouting my name repeatedly. 

But my ears are filled with a buzzing sound, as if there is a membrane blocking his voice, making it sound distant. White flashing dots start to appear before my eyes. 

Damn it. 

Maybe I released too much pheromone in a moment, the familiar feeling of losing control hits me again. I grip Axiu's hand tightly, feeling his protruding finger bones and cold fingertips. 

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