Chapter ６

When Jeremy came out, Theo bent down in pain, and all his companions stood watching him leave the demon.

"You bastards," said Jeremy, laughing happily and suddenly having a good time before going back.

The elf smile on Jeremy's face was a sinister one that Theo didn't like every time he saw it, but it didn't matter when Jeremy spoke.

"Get out in three seconds..."

"You see, I'll get back at you," Theo continued threatening.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and said, "Three..."

No, number one and number two walked away again, this time not empty-handed, and turned to seize the iron rod against the wall and hold it tightly in their hands, so there was no reason for Theo and his friends to stay. All the people left the place in a hurry, and it was not afraid of Jeremy. But there is no good in counting and fighting crazy people.

Seeing them all gone, Jeremy threw away the iron bar, brushed his dusty hand a few times, and gently shook him around the neck.

"They are innocent. I will play with them tomorrow. Do you want me to make something special for them?"

"That's enough, Jay. This is big enough." Hearing his friend's guess, Albert cut in quickly.

In fact, just as Abbott stumbled into the son of a senior MP with the help of Omega, the relationship between the Morsi family and the Harrison family has become very unstable.

I don't know if Jeremy is aware of the consequences, but he hasn't noticed it except walking near Omega. Your eyes look at his emaciated right upper arm, and he has an iconic tattoo of Omega on his shoulder and a polka dot tattoo on the lower part of it, which is a sign of how many times he has been auctioned.

Looks like there are four points. . .

The Omega logo is a sign that everyone needs a tattoo at the age of 20, even for other classes. Omega is characterized by tattoos without age. Just knowing they are Omegas is stigmatized because Omegas must be registered at birth so they are bound by the state's population control policies.

Jeremy stared motionless at the person in front of him for a moment, his spine stung, and then asked in a steady tone.

"What is your name?"

"Well... Luca." The other party replied, his voice trembling and he didn't even dare to look up.

Jeremy said, "Who are you now?"

I guess he has just been auctioned to a place like this, which is what he wants when Luca answers.

"Now... um... no."

That's what alpha people are like. Tired of it, he threw it away. If you want to buy a new one, heavier, kill it. I'm glad Luca is still alive because it was sold. Maybe it's because he's still young.

After answering, Jeremy stood watching for a long time, and Luca trembled more than ever and wanted to leave here. Sadly, Albert was uncomfortable with Jeremy's eyes. In fact, he was very uncomfortable because he had to be close. For Omega, before this happened on the black market, it decided to blurt out and remind friends that it was time to get out of here.

"Jamie's done, we..."

Jeremy suddenly stopped talking as he took one look at his uniform before unbuttoning it, took it off, leaving only a vest, and then put it over Luca.

"You don't want people to see how many times you've been sold."

Luca looked up in horror, and Jeremy put on a cold look and nodded his chin in the other direction.

"Come on, get out of here. How long are you going to stay here?"

I don't understand why an alpha like this man came to save him, and didn't even ask what he had done before he was chased out by these three men, but I didn't want to explain anything, wasted time, and got up immediately once chased. Her lips dried many times.

"Yes... thank you, thank you..."

Then he glanced a little at the face of the man who helped him, and when he saw it clearly he turned hastily, and ran out without scruple, leaving Jeremy and Albert to look behind him.

Luca was gone, and Albert raised his hand and stroked his face.

"For God's sake, Jamie, you're in trouble for the second time today. It's a huge escalation."

"How old do you think that guy is?" Albert didn't listen.

Albert opened his mouth, not believing that he would do so, and suddenly blurted out.

"Hey, Jamie, you're not interested..."

"Seventeen, eighteen, I suppose, but such a small one might be sixteen, don't you think?"

At last the good friend gave up, turned round, and waved his hand in the air, suggesting not to speak to him.

"You can't imagine those lecherous old people sleeping with those children, it's ridiculous."

But when Jamie kept muttering to himself, he couldn't help but end the damn action.

"Enough, go back, I have a terrible headache."

"You have no sense of humor."

If what Jeremy said was a joke, it might be a prank, or Jeremy was the only one laughing.

Albert was not in the mood to play. The pale color was no different from the color on the paper. I think his heroism has been proved to be taken for granted today.

"Back and forth, back and forth, don't do that again. I saw it, headache."

Although it is easy to give up, I still can't bear to go back.

Albert didn't know how to show more burnout. It was wonderful that Jeremy agreed to his request before being held around his neck and dragged leisurely away from the black market.

Jamie's uniform. . . Give that Omega.

Looking at the people around him, he seemed as if nothing had happened, and put this worry behind him.

I'll be fine. . . I hope Jamie is a villain.

I was going to leave home at once because I was tired of what happened today, but I didn't come back because I was dragged home by Jeremy. But when the other party claimed that his father wanted to see him, he could only keep silent. I haven't seen him for some time.

An adult comes to Albert, but when he enters his best friend's house. Say hello to Mrs. Mersey. She opened the door and was surprised to see that his father was also in the house.

"Father," said Albert, with a look of horror on his face. "What are you doing here?" He said, his heart trembling to ask. I'm afraid his father showed up at a good friend's house, because he already knew Jeremy's heroic deeds today.

Matthew Walker, who was holding up a cup of chamomile tea to drink, looked at his son's face before answering with a motorboat.

"Mr. Mercy had something to talk to him about, so I went to him."

It was mentioned that he greeted the young man with a smile. Albert didn't know what to do. His father was called so, which means he knows everything today. Of course, this means Jeremy dragged him to the Omega market.

Make it clear. . . Jeremy dragged him away!

"Yes... I can explain, guys..." Say it automatically, even if no one asks.

Matthew suddenly raised his hand to dissuade his son. "Don't tell me, I know everything. Someone has already told me. Don't worry. That's not why Mr. Messi called."

I don't know if Albert will be calm, but Jeremy is not worried at all, and said with a smile.

"The news is really sensitive, and there are high-level calls everywhere." It refers to the elite at the top, higher than the general elite.

Matthew laughed at the pranks of a young man who grew up before Jerome.

"It would be nice if you could be less mad. I am too lazy to listen to your complaints, what trouble you have caused."

Matthew added: "That's what kids are like. They're messing around. I can't believe a little boy who's grown up to this day is going to have a tattoo soon." Eyes staring at Jeremy's right shoulder, no iconic tattoo.

Jeremy wasn't the only one without a son, and he didn't have a tattoo, but soon they were both twenty years old.

"I think it's ridiculous," Jeremy couldn't help but say.

"Although you don't like it, be patient. It has been a custom for a long time, and everyone does it." Matthew said with a smile, and when he said something, an interlocutor was right in front of him. I know how much Jeremy is disgusted with social customs, and he is also disgusted with them. When he turned twenty, he had to attend a tattoo ceremony, and his little heart resisted.