The sound of cold weapons piercing flesh, accompanied by the splattering of blood, amplified in Lance's eyes, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.

Lance's eyelid twitched as he took a deep breath and scanned the sudden appearance of more than a dozen alphas. He felt as if he had somehow gotten mixed up in something extraordinary.

"Bro, I seem to have encountered some trouble." Lance sent a message to his older brother, who was rushing over in the direction of his location in a flying contraption. Lance, with a very poor complexion due to racing at high speeds, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he received a response. The fact that he could reply meant that the situation wasn't too terrible yet.

"Lance, wait for Big Brother to come over!"

"Mmm!"

In this day and age, are there anyone daring enough to touch the members of his Xirui'er family? Mo Lei's face was filled with hostility, and his soaring momentum made the nearby bulky alpha, who was feeling a little dizzy, shrink back in fear.

Sigh... Boss Morey is great in every aspect, but... he is frequently (not occasionally) too obsessed with Lord Lance... There are so many secret weapons in Young Master Lance's hands. He doesn't even know if he can handle them...

Having already relaxed for the most part, Lance also had the mood to watch this fierce battle with real knives and guns. Perhaps neither side intended to escalate the situation, so they didn't release their mechas to fight. However, this straightforward and merciless fighting style made Lance feel a shiver down his spine.

Compared to this, what he used to train in the family before... feels quite mild.

(Morey: That's because your parents spoil you, damn it!!)

Lance watched as Gray took down each of those people one by one, calmly finishing off the ones who were still alive and kicking the ones who had died to the side. Besides being a little dirty and slightly out of breath, it was as if he had just gone for a morning run, exceptionally ordinary.

It's like this situation... He has seen and done a lot...

Lance frowned as he watched Gray wipe clean his long sword and then toss it back into his spatial ring. Then, Gray walked towards him in this direction.

He tidied up his face mask and duckbill cap, making sure that his long hair was all neatly tucked in and not falling out. Without waiting for Gray to come over, he jumped down from the tree himself.

Gray's eyelids twitched.

He was somewhat certain right now that this person... was indeed not here to test out the solution to his predicament.

His aura and movements were too naive, and furthermore... Gray carefully scrutinized Lance from head to toe. He felt like he had seen this person somewhere before, the physique, and even the faint trace of pheromones leaking out... It felt oddly familiar.

Lance's skin was covered in goosebumps as Gray scrutinized him. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Just passing by." Then, taking a few tentative steps back, Lance noticed that Gray still seemed indifferent. He then put down his skateboard, flicked the switch, and swiftly darted towards the right fork in the road with a "whoosh".

If it wasn't for the fact that this scene seemed a little off, Lance would have found himself quite amusing.

However, how could he dare to expose his back to Gray?

After finally escaping from that alley still reeking of the smell of blood, Lance ran back to the entrance of the school. He managed to lead his pursuer, the big brother Morey, on a detour, but Morey didn't seem to mind.

No matter what, my younger brother Lance is always the best!!

As for Gray, after the child he believed to be a little kid ran away, he went to deal with those several henchmen who were suddenly quiet in the back. He discovered that they were hired by someone, who wanted to give him a taste of suffering, preferably with a swollen and bruised face.

Hmm... Gray hasn't seen such a childish means in a long time. He smirked, seemingly indicating that the kid who just slipped away is the employer.

He also had no intention of stopping people, isn't that quite refreshing?

Gray filtered through the people in his mind and thought that it was very likely the group of little brats that he had taught a lesson to at school.

Gray stood under the tree, capturing the faint scent of leaked pheromones.

Who could it be?