The Cat the Predators Refused to Forget

The scale had already exceeded what Digert alone could approve.

China would forever remain territory beyond their reach.

Around five hundred years ago, back when humanity still had only two genders, war had erupted across the world.

At the time, they had withdrawn from this land believing themselves the victors…

Yet since then, not a single ancient family had successfully extended its influence into this territory again.

Now they had no choice but to abandon their ambitions of seizing this fertile land.

When necessary, they obediently sat at the negotiation table to discuss mutual profit.

Here, they faced the same treatment Asians received on their own turf—

Obstacles and difficulty everywhere.

Vincent Sevi intended to temper the heirs, so under the excuse of apologizing to the Aiertan family, he kicked the twins over here.

“As fellow S-rank Alphas, my dear brother hopes Mr. Zhao can teach my nephews how to properly handle serious business!”

Digert said with a grin.

Zhao Guipu neither agreed nor disagreed.

He calmly gazed at Digert Sevi, those dark and tranquil eyes seeming capable of seeing through everything.

This top-tier Alpha naturally possessed an excellent appearance.

But whenever he grew tired of maintaining his façade, the cold, utterly inhuman sense of pressure hidden beneath that handsome face would inevitably leak out.

Digert Sevi disliked Zhao Guipu.

Part of it came from instinctive suppression and avoidance between similarly ranked Alphas.

The rest came from the discomfort and uncertainty brought by a man whose thoughts could never be read.

He hated him.

Just as a venomous snake would instinctively hate a bird of prey descending from the sky.

“Is that so?”

During the strange silence, Digert nearly failed to maintain the relaxed smile on his face.

Yet the man sitting not far away suddenly softened his gaze and once more put on his gentle, amiable false mask.

“You’re welcome.”

His tone was flawless.

Digert quietly released a breath of relief.

The middle-aged Alpha nodded.

“When the time comes, bring that little friend from the other day too.

He was so interesting!

My nephews have always had a soft spot for Betas.

Originally they resisted Vincent forcing them to fly over for business negotiations, but after I casually mentioned that fascinating experience from the other day, they obediently booked flights immediately—”

“Oh?”

The smile on Zhao Guipu’s lips deepened slightly.

“What a pity.
That one isn’t for sale.”

Digert waved his hand.

Clearly, he truly hadn’t taken it seriously.

“Mr. Zhao, everything that’s supposedly ‘not for sale’ simply means the asking price hasn’t reached expectations yet.”

Zhao Guipu smiled faintly and did not argue further.

That evening, Zhao Guipu canceled the card game he had arranged with Pei Qin and Fei Yufang and returned home early.

He borrowed the Picline Inner District account from Fei Yufang.

Strictly speaking, Doctor Fei was not even the most abnormal among Zhao Guipu’s friends.

Back when he had just graduated, Doctor Fei had volunteered as a Doctors Without Borders worker and entered and exited war zones three separate times.

Besides nearly driving the then-head of the Fei family into a heart attack severe enough to land him in the hospital multiple times with stress ulcers, he had also acquired an enormous amount of firsthand footage from the frontlines of inhumane warfare.

Holding anti-war ideals, Doctor Fei uploaded many of those bloody and brutal videos—which could never be publicly released on normal platforms—to Picline Inner District.

Unexpectedly, the very first video exploded globally.

To this day, he remained an extremely popular creator on Inner District, nicknamed “The Light of Justice of Inner District.”

Zhao Guipu logged into Ultraman Fei’s account.

There were still countless unread comments waiting under the uploads.

Clicking into them, he found comments written in every language imaginable.

But the Chinese comments stood out particularly due to how absurd they were—

[Yes, this is exactly what I come to Inner District for: world peace!]

[I entered Inner District horny as hell and left marching patriotically for revolution.]

[Stop talking. I only came here to watch porn, but now I’m tearfully donating money to UN charity organizations…]

[Never thought the thing crying in Inner District one day wouldn’t be my d*ck but my eyes.]

Even Zhao Guipu’s lips twitched slightly after reading those.

Silently exiting the “99+” unread comments section, he thoughtfully picked up his phone and changed Doctor Fei’s WeChat contact name to “Ultraman.”

Then he switched to the Inner District homepage.

His gaze calmly swept past all the pale naked flesh used as clickbait thumbnails.

After fumbling around for a bit, he found the rankings section.

The video Zhao Shu mentioned sat overwhelmingly at first place in view count.

Which made perfect sense.

On websites built around provocative content like this, professional actors generally drew fewer views than amateurs.

Amateurs drew fewer views than celebrities.

If a famous athlete accidentally uploaded a d*ck pic to Picline and deleted it two minutes later, its views would probably surpass a famous porn star’s dedicated two-hundred-minute performance.

Not to mention Rhine Sevi failing at his scheme and getting his eye stabbed out by a Beta.

The moment Zhao Guipu opened the video, he frowned and turned his screen brightness all the way up so the footage became barely tolerable to his eyes.

The atmosphere-building at the start, along with the twins interacting with the camera, quickly made him impatient.

He searched for the fast-forward and playback speed controls.

Only stopping once Biqita Sevi left the room and returned carrying someone in his arms.

At this point, Zhao Guipu still felt nothing emotionally.

In fact, when he saw the person Biqita was carrying so carefully like some treasured object, he even started questioning whether he had lost his mind by canceling his card game just to come home and watch this sort of thing—

The mosaic censorship was way too thick.

Zhao Guipu was not a god.

He didn’t have X-ray vision.

Nor did he possess some supernatural ability to identify people through vague video impressions.

He genuinely could not tell who the unlucky Beta trapped by the twins actually was.

His attention started drifting.

Just as the impatient Mr. Zhao was about to close the video and tell his younger brother “I can’t tell anything”—

At that exact moment, the person in Biqita’s arms moved slightly.

It was an extremely subtle motion.

The unconscious black-haired young man turned his head in Biqita’s embrace and obediently buried his face into his chest.

That single tiny movement stopped Zhao Guipu’s hand midway before it could tap the upper corner of the screen.

Once before, someone had sat in his arms in almost the exact same position.

Whether it was because he had been frightened at the time, or merely habit—

Back then, helplessness had flickered through those eyes as he turned and buried his face against Zhao Guipu’s neck, the cold tip of his nose pressing lightly against his artery.

The sensation still seemed vivid even now…

Like a feline creature.

Proud and distant.

Keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Only showing fleeting initiative and closeness when suppressed under overwhelming power.

Too similar.

It really was too similar.

That one familiar movement abruptly awakened all of Zhao Guipu’s déjà vu.

Without him even realizing it, the dismissive mindset he originally held toward Zhao Shu’s “the monster in the closet” fantasy had completely disappeared.

Zhao Guipu frowned slightly and watched the entire video without blinking.

He watched the young man, who had originally lain limp on the velvet-covered dining table like a sacrificial offering, suddenly move.

From grabbing the silver fork to driving it into Rhine Sevi’s eye—

There was not the slightest hesitation.

When the black-haired young man jumped down from the table and pulled up his pants, the comment section exploded.

Ninety-five percent of viewers were discussing the blood pouring from Rhine Sevi in the other half of the frame.

They excitedly debated whether this might be the only chance in their lives to witness the blood of one of the Sevi demon twins.

Yet Zhao Guipu noticed something else—

The black-haired young man’s hands were trembling when he tried twice to pull up the zipper of his jeans and failed.

In the end, he clearly gave up trying to properly fasten his pants.

Behind him, Biqita Sevi turned to support his nearly collapsing younger brother.

But the black-haired young man never spared the chaotic twins a single glance.

He neither panicked nor ran.

Nor did he apologize.

Instead—

He walked directly toward the camera.

As the video countdown ended and the screen turned black, Zhao Guipu thought that if anyone had still been present there at the time, they probably would have heard the recording equipment smashing to pieces on the floor.

After patiently finishing the video once, Zhao Guipu dragged the progress bar back and watched it again.

This time, besides increasing the brightness, he also turned back on the audio he had muted earlier because he found it noisy.

Soft rustling sounds filled the room.

When Biqita removed the black-haired Beta’s pants, Mr. Zhao merely changed his sitting posture slowly.

His gaze never once moved away from those pale, vaguely muscular legs swinging lightly in midair beneath the heavy mosaic.

—As an elder, doing this was honestly somewhat improper.

Yet throughout the entire viewing, he calmly stared at those dangling legs while making an equally calm evaluation in his heart:

This truly would provoke an Alpha’s hunting instinct and desire for violence.

Not because the prey was weak.

On the contrary—

The possibility of fierce resistance only made it more exciting.

That was the inherent flaw of predators.

Zhao Guipu picked up the cigarette beside the bed, got up, walked to the window, and lit it between his fingers.

The video continued playing.

As beastlike excited sounds echoed through the room and the black-haired young man sighed helplessly like prey trapped on a plate, the smoking man raised a brow.

The color looked about right. Definitely seemed unused.

Though maybe that was just because his skin was naturally pale?

He thought absentmindedly.

Several minutes later, Zhao Guipu exited Picline and casually deleted the app.

Then he opened WeChat and sent his younger brother a message.

Without mentioning whether he had watched the video or what conclusions he had reached, Mr. Zhao only sent two meaningful reminders.

[ZHAO: The Sevi twins land in Jiangcheng the morning after tomorrow.

I’ll be very busy receiving distinguished guests then.]

[ZHAO: Domestic cats can’t survive in the wild.

If you’re going to raise one, seal the windows carefully and pay close attention.

Don’t let some weasel snatch it away.]