Whose cub is the black-skinned Alpha holding? (MTL)

Chapter 1

The end of the world, the financial crisis, the extinction of the population, the alienation of vegetation, the wars, the feeling of having no tomorrow after today and no food for the next after the last meal, these are things we often experience.

　　But not everyone will have this. The families, tycoons, and politicians in the central area of ​​Blue Star are still dividing power and reaping money as usual.

　　Maximizing one's own interests is the eternal and unchanging first priority.

　　The port city is also located on Blue Star, but its location is rather special, sandwiched between the central zone of power struggles and the marginal areas where refugees are restless and pirates are rampant.

　　It is similar to the concessions from a long time ago.

　　There is an underground bar in Hong Kong City. It opens at 7pm and closes at 6am. It's a devilish business hour, but its business is among the best.

　　MARC, the residue from pressing grapes to make wine, is the name of the bar.

　　It is just eight o'clock in the evening, which is the time when the bar starts to get lively. It is an ordinary shop, but when you walk in, you will see the elegant postmodern decoration. It can be seen that the owner of the bar has excellent taste.

　　Different from other bars, MARC has an elegant romance in its dim and hazy atmosphere. Whether it is drinks or music, this underground bar is like a carefully polished work of art.

　　What looks more like a work of art than the entire building is the man sitting at the independent small fenced bar in the middle of the venue.

　　The man was incredibly handsome, with eyes of a rare blue-green color, like a cat's, and the most beautiful kind of ragdoll cat's. The corners of his eyes were upturned, between charm and sweetness, which was very suitable for making innocent expressions, and he could easily deceive many people.

　　Ji Ying, the boss of MARC, is a cold white omega with a hint of pink in her skin. She has a slender figure and is a little thin. Her fingers are like those of an artist, suitable for playing the piano, mixing cocktails, and even... flirting.

　　The faint scent of lavender pheromones floats in the air, bringing with it an ambiguity.

　　Her hair was smooth and could be tied up, but now it was just hanging loosely behind her ears. She had a black hair tie on her right wrist.

　　There is a saying circulating in Hong Kong: once you have met Ji Ying, all the beautiful scumbag men and women in novels will have faces.

　　Yes, it is hard for someone to combine the temperament of a scumbag and a scumbag so harmoniously. At the same time, he is also very attractive. If you are slightly cynical, you will have sufficient reason to scold him just by looking at his face.

　　Some people say that Ji Ying is the new century textbook version of a fox spirit. This statement is gradually being corrected. The latest statement is that he is like a cat demon.

　　A cat demon like Ragdoll Cat.

　　Because he is not like a traditional vixen. Instead, he has a temperament closer to that of a cat, sometimes far away, sometimes near.

　　The Ragdoll cat-like person is wearing a cool and noble beige woolen long coat today, with a small stand-up collar, four rows of buttons open, including the belt buckle, revealing a red turtleneck sweater.

　　Because I just celebrated New Year's Eve yesterday, I chose to wear red today.

　　His slender legs, wrapped in trousers of the same color as his coat, have long legs and a well-proportioned body. Although he is only 1.77 meters tall, he always looks like he is taller than 1.8 meters. The posture of crossing his legs makes people feel like a cat sitting there elegantly, holding a glass of champagne in his hand, chatting happily with the person opposite.