Ethan Brooks usually didn’t like going to the second floor, because it was shared by three liberal arts classes and two international classes, with an especially high ratio of Omegas and girls. Every time he went to find Logan Reed, he would inexplicably end up bringing back a love letter or a box of cookies.

After being pestered so many times, he just stopped wanting to go.

But there probably wouldn’t be many people there now.

However, as soon as he reached the second floor, he heard a girl’s voice.

“Edward Parker, please, let me go, I’m begging you.”

Her words were accompanied by low sobs.

Ethan Brooks raised an eyebrow and quickened his pace. When he reached the bathroom door, he found that the men’s restroom was indeed locked. Without thinking, he lifted his leg and kicked hard at the door.

Because there had once been an incident at Nanwai where a student locked themselves in the bathroom for an entire weekend and ended up passing out from the smell, all the bathroom doors were made rather flimsy. With Ethan Brooks’s kick, the already loose latch fell off with a loud “bang.”

The perpetrator, however, stood at the doorway looking completely unbothered, one hand in his pocket, the other knocking on the doorframe: “George Parker, what are you doing in this sacred men’s restroom?”

His words were anything but proper, and his tone, though roguish, carried a hint of coldness.

Edward Parker came from a somewhat influential family and was an Alpha with a strong build. In the international class, he could do whatever he wanted. Now that he’d been caught, he was both embarrassed and angry, and for the moment didn’t care what kind of person he was facing.

In a show of defiance, he pulled the Omega girl closer to him by the hand and raised his eyebrows. “What I’m doing is none of your damn business, is it?”

He looked just like someone heading to the execution ground.

Ethan Brooks lowered his head and let out a soft laugh, rubbing his nose. “You’re right, it’s none of my damn business. My ass is actually pretty precious.”

Edward Parker might not have been the sharpest, but he could tell he was being insulted.

Losing face in front of the Omega he liked, his expression instantly soured. “Ethan Brooks, what the hell is wrong with you?”

As he spoke, he let go of the Omega girl’s hand and swung his fist at Ethan Brooks’s face, fast and hard.

Ethan Brooks caught it one-handed without even blinking, then grabbed his wrist, twisted it down sharply, spun him around, and kicked hard at the back of his knee. The other hand, which had been in his pocket, came out and grabbed him by the neck.

Just like that, Edward Parker was forced to his knees by Ethan Brooks before he could react.

He tried to struggle, but both hands were twisted behind his back, his gland was being squeezed, and a knee pressed into his back. The full weight of another man bore down on him, leaving him completely unable to move.

Damn it, an undifferentiated minor, how the hell is this possible?

Looking down at the weakling under his knee, Ethan Brooks found it boring. He let go of Edward Parker’s gland and beckoned to the Omega girl: “Come here.”

The Omega girl was petite, with a round face and eyes that took up half of it, brimming with tears. She was clearly terrified, but obediently walked over.

Ethan Brooks pointed at Edward Parker: “Does George Parker always bully you?”

The round-faced girl quickly glanced at Edward Parker, bit her lip, and nodded.

Ethan Brooks nodded back. “Alright, you can go home now.”

The round-faced girl seemed to want to say something, but held back, lowered her head, and quickly ran out of the bathroom.

Now only the two of them were left in the cramped space. Ethan Brooks grabbed Edward Parker’s hair and squatted down, letting out a cold laugh. “I held back just now so I wouldn’t scare the girl. Here’s a word of advice: forcing a minor Omega is against the law, got it?”

“Fuck, Ethan Brooks, who the hell do you think you are? I’m your grandpa, I—fuck!”

Before Edward Parker could finish, Ethan Brooks slammed his head hard into the floor with a loud “bang” that made anyone listening shudder.

Edward Parker was in so much pain he couldn’t even curse anymore.

With a nonchalant smile, Ethan Brooks said, “You think you’re worthy of calling yourself my grandpa? Go home and ask your old man—he wouldn’t dare even if you gave him a hundred times the guts. Your family’s nothing, so you’d better behave yourself.”

“How the hell am I not behaving? That Omega didn’t use an inhibitor, her pheromones were leaking everywhere, and you’re blaming me?”

Edward Parker grimaced in pain, but seemed to think of something to use against Ethan Brooks, and sneered, “Oh, I forgot, you’re not an Alpha, so you can’t smell pheromones. But that’s your problem, not mine, I—I fuck—ah!”

This time, Ethan Brooks drove his knee into Edward Parker’s cheek, perfectly avoiding his nose and eyes.

His tone was indifferent: “If your dad didn’t teach you not to swear, I’ll teach you.”

For a moment, Edward Parker was in so much pain he thought he might die right there. Not wanting to suffer any more, he swallowed a mouthful of blood and said, “Fine, I won’t bother Grace Miller anymore, alright? Can you let me go now?”

Hearing this, Ethan Brooks finally let go, leaving Edward Parker clutching his mouth and collapsing to the floor. He strolled over to the sink, turned on the faucet, pumped out three squirts of soap, and carefully washed his hands, as if he’d just touched something filthy.

With a lazy tone, he said, “Get lost.”