His skin was pale, and after being soaked with sweat under the glaring streetlights, he looked even more wan, with not even a trace of color left on his lips.

The screaming and cheering from the side had also died down.

Logan Reed tossed his bottle of mineral water aside and rushed over to Edward Parker, shouting anxiously, "How could you guys just ram into people like that!"

Edward Parker shrugged provocatively. "Isn't bumping into each other while playing ball totally normal?"

"You guys did it on purpose! So many times! We all saw it!"

Logan Reed had a good temper, but even a rabbit will bite when cornered. His eyes were red with anger, but unfortunately, he was only 172 cm tall, while the other was 192 cm—a 20 cm height difference made him look like a real rabbit, and the other side didn't take him seriously at all.

Edward Parker even whistled lewdly. "Young Master Jian really is Young Master Jian, huh? So many Omegas are eager to please you. But you Omegas... are you really that cheap? Just throwing yourselves at people... hmm?"

Logan Reed couldn't curse, his face flushed red with frustration.

Edward Parker sneered even more. "You Omegas are cheap, but we Alphas are still playing ball, so get lost."

As he spoke, he reached out, intending to pick Logan Reed up and toss him out, but his wrist was suddenly gripped tightly in midair, unable to move.

"Keep your hands to yourself. Filthy." Ethan Brooks's face was bloodless, making his dark brows and eyes look even colder and more menacing.

He hadn't been in great shape lately—sleepy and weak. Just now, for some reason, after being bumped twice, it felt as if his whole skeleton was about to shatter, the pain making it hard to even breathe.

Otherwise, George Parker would have been finished after his very first sentence.

A conflict on the court—if you don't hit him, that's self-restraint.

If you hit him for his filthy mouth, that's also self-restraint.

Ethan Brooks turned to Logan Reed and said, "Take them and clear the court."

Logan Reed knew Ethan Brooks didn't like to show violence directly in front of Omegas, so he nodded and started calling people away.

Grace Miller, who was with him, helped out while constantly glancing back at the court with worry.

Her glancing back only provoked Edward Parker even more. He sneered at Ethan Brooks, "Oh, what, Young Master Jian, are you worried about losing face in front of all these Omegas lining up to sleep with you? Is that why you're clearing the court?"

"Can't help it, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public."

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Ethan Brooks ignored his confused look, turned to William Turner, and said lightly, "Your family runs a law firm, right? Let me consult you in advance: if a parent has to use physical discipline while educating their child, does that count as domestic violence?"

The onlookers who hadn't left yet couldn't help but let out a few chuckles.

Edward Parker was furious, his body moving faster than his brain. By the time he remembered his plan was to provoke Ethan Brooks into making the first move so he could shift the blame, his fist was already flying toward that delicate, pretty face.

And then it was intercepted.

A perfect reenactment of what had happened in the sacred men's restroom.

Ethan Brooks raised an eyebrow, speaking earnestly, "Why are you so rebellious, kid?"

"Fuck you, Ethan Brooks, quit acting like a pretentious asshole! And what are you idiots standing there for?!"

With a roar from Edward Parker, the rest of his group finally snapped out of their daze from Ethan Brooks's earlier move, cursing as they raised their fists.

William Turner's group wasn't pushovers either. With the other side being so disgusting, not giving them a beating would be an insult to their ethics teacher. They all rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight.

Ethan Brooks wasn't an Alpha yet, but his physical fitness and athletic talent were amazing. And since he hadn't differentiated, he wasn't affected by any pheromones, so he'd never lost a fight—his reputation as the school tyrant came from that.

But he didn't go looking for trouble, never hit Omegas or girls, and had good grades. Though his temper wasn't great, there weren't many at South Foreign who were truly afraid of him. More people were just fangirls or fanboys in awe of the boss and his good looks.

Seeing someone dumb enough to pick a fight with the boss, the onlookers couldn't be driven away no matter what.

They didn't dare intervene, nor did they want to report to the teachers. They anxiously hoped George Parker would get his ass handed to him, but also worried that their Mr. Ethan's pretty face would get hurt. A bunch of them huddled in the corner of the court, watching with bated breath.

And since Edward Parker had been beaten up twice before, he was wary, so this time he brought seven other Alphas with him—all former sports students. With William Turner's group, there were more than a dozen Alphas going wild on the court.

Pheromones fluctuate with emotions and physical state—the more agitated the mood, the stronger the pheromones; the more intense the exercise, the stronger the pheromones. Sometimes, when it gets strong enough, it just leaks out naturally.

A dozen or so young Alphas, all extremely angry and fighting so hard they forgot to restrain their pheromones, gathered together—the scene was easy to imagine.

The Omegas watching from the corner were all short of breath, faces flushed, legs weak.

Ethan Brooks had never been affected by pheromones before, so he didn't know why he was feeling more and more uncomfortable now.