My Enemy is Too Weak to Take Care of Himself Chapter 1

Spring this year arrived a little late.

The weather was still chilly in March; the fine drizzle of rain unique to the south drifted lazily like a dense cobweb, blending into the muddy roads.

A line of tire tracks snaked its way through the dust and disappeared into the dilapidated building up ahead, which had the architectural style of the early twentieth century. The walls were plastered with rental ads.

This was a black clinic.

As implied by the name, they would accept any payment for any service, engaging exclusively in illegal activities. As for medical skill...it depended entirely on the doctor's mood; accidentally leaving a few layers of gauze inside someone's stomach was considered light, and those who needed a second surgery would have to pay extra.

Pei Zhuo was a regular at this place.

He sat within the reception room, his index finger hooked around the handle of the teacup while his other hand lightly massaged the mole beneath his earlobe.

The reception room's lighting was cold and pale, making his already pale lips appear almost bloodless. His long lashes swept down, casting shadows that concealed the hint of nonchalance within his eyes.

As if he were waiting for food rather than medical reports.

The door slammed open with a "bang," and a gust of disinfectant blew inside.

"Read the report yourself." The black clinic doctor was dressed in a white lab coat and wore gold-rimmed glasses, giving him an air of professionalism.

Pei Zhuo didn't even lift his eyelids as he slowly let go of the mole on his earlobe, then glanced sidelong at the freshly printed report.

"I don't want to read it; it's too long," he said succinctly. "Just tell me how much time I have left."

"A conservative estimate would be two years."

"Not conservative."

"Two years and...one month," Zhou Yinghuai replied, sitting heavily into the leather chair and exhaling smoke. "I'm not joking when I say this drug is lethal to your genes. If you unfortunately die late enough, the only possible explanation will be that death is a relative of yours."

Pei Zhuo made no surprise at this response, only letting out a soft sound of acknowledgment before picking up his teacup and gulping down the cold tea in one go. He stood without reading the report.

Zhou Yinghuai called out to stop him, "Hey, you aren't paying again?"

"No." Pei Zhuo turned his head lazily and asked, "What now?"

Although he was an omega, he wasn't afraid of Zhou Yinghuai. In this age where restraints were abundant, whoever held the stronger fist would be the predator standing at the top of the food chain.

In their first meeting, Zhou Yinghuai had smashed two glasses, destroyed numerous expensive medical instruments, and even broken three of Pei Zhuo's ribs before effortlessly obtaining the free VIP card from this black clinic—and simultaneously winning the affections of Boss Zhou.

Of course, the gangster himself remained oblivious to these events.

Zhou Yinghuai stood up from the leather chair, walked around, and studied him for a long while, seemingly hesitating as if he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.

"Get to the point," Pei Zhuo said, tugging on the mole above his earlobe; the loose strands of hair above his forehead swayed with the motion, revealing his features like fragments of ice that broke through the sunlight, clean and beautiful yet cold enough to deter anyone from touching them. "Before I die."

"... All right." Zhou Yinghuai extinguished his cigarette, looking utterly devastated. "Since you're already close to death, why don't you consider marrying me?"

"...?" Pei Zhuo slowly raised his eyebrows, somewhat confused as to what Zhou Yinghuai was going on about. "Marriage? Why? Are you planning to inherit my massive debt once I die?"

Zhou Yinghuai was just about to enumerate why it was so urgent for an impoverished and weak omega with a genetic disease that could strike at any time, who was powerless to afford life-supporting technology in his later years, to find a reliable alpha, when Pei Zhuo changed the topic.

"Never mind, I don't like alphas weaker than myself."

Having tossed out this line, he opened the door, took one foot out, then stepped back in, turning around without acknowledging anyone else before returning to the table. Under Zhou Yinghuai's bewildered gaze, he picked up the teacup with its handle.

"My cup broke yesterday, so this one belongs to me now," the gangster declared.

Zhou Yinghuai stood speechless.

A moment later, he stood by the window ledge, gazing down through the misty glass, watching Pei Zhuo ride away on a relic of the past, which emitted noise from every part other than the bicycle bell.

After another few minutes, he dialed a number.

"Three doses of gene stabilizer, hm, still meet me at the old place."

Pei Zhuo's rental was quite remote and cost only 300 per month. It had two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom, plus a small balcony facing south. He'd picked this listing from among the advertisements clustered around the black clinic.

The landlord was very mysterious; he never showed his face, signing the lease contract online. The chat history contained nothing but cold payment codes and screenshots of payments made every month.

As for utilities, Pei Zhuo had never been charged anything at all.

He was quite satisfied with this arrangement.

In his opinion, not disturbing tenants was the most basic courtesy landlords owed to their guests.

The old building's elevators were long gone, replaced by a pile of scrap metal.

Pei Zhuo lived on the fourth floor, doorplate number 444, which was perhaps also the reason why the rent was particularly low.

He took out the key, opened the door—

The room was bright and clean, exuding an air of cheapness despite decent taste in decor.

Pei Zhuo casually placed the cup he'd stolen on the table, then stepped inside the bedroom.

Two gray clouds were painted on the cup, perfectly matching the style of the house, otherwise it wouldn't have caught his eye.

Soon after, he emerged clad in pajamas that didn't quite suit a gangster's disposition, purchased at a discounted sale in the mall. He found a box of expired milk from the fridge, stuck a straw in, and sucked down two mouthfuls.

Luck was on his side—the milk hadn't spoiled.

As if struck by a thought, Pei Zhuo padded over to his computer with his slippers, which were on the verge of falling apart, and powered it up, nimbly logging onto N's internal network.

No new mail. It seemed that he had been so preoccupied lately with dealing with the aftermaths that he hadn't even had time to contact this illegal experimental subject he'd spent so much money cultivating.

Pei Zhuo contemplated for a moment while biting down on the straw, then entered another URL.

This was a black market with free trade, open only to those with extraordinary abilities. Money could buy anything, including human lives, which were priced like commodities.

After pressing enter, a flood of emails popped up, totaling forty-three messages.

Pei Zhuo ignored the job offers from employers and scrolled directly to the bottom of his inbox, opening the email labeled "Three Fishes Arrived." The bottle of gene stabilizer contained a fish-shaped logo, hence why the substance was often referred to as "fish" during transactions.

The seller had appeared two years ago. Although their product wasn't as potent as what N provided, they made up for it with lower prices—so low that it was practically charity.

Pei Zhuo gave him the name: Charity.

At the time, Charity happened to be online and sent him a smiling emoji.

Pei Zhuo loosened his grip on the deformed straw, recalling how many bottles of stabilizer remained in the safe and checking his balance, before typing out a counteroffer: 200,000 yuan less per bottle, take all.

Charity responded promptly: You know the value of these fish.

Pei Zhuo paused at the words.

The appearance of the sexual characteristic of ABO blood type split history into two eras. After organs matured and differentiated, there was a 10 percent chance that certain innate talents would manifest, causing sweeping changes to society.

This era was later known as the New Age of Humanity.

Thirty years ago, the founders of N developed a drug capable of guiding organ differentiation and mutation, which could greatly increase the probability of talent emergence.

However, the unpredictability of mutations rendered them uncontrollable, with up to 90 percent of experimental subjects dying during trials. Six months later, the experiment was urgently halted, all related data were destroyed, and the guiding drug became banned.

But human greed ensured this experiment wouldn't end there.

One year later, Organization N was formed; two years later, gene stabilizers came out, reducing the mortality rate among experimental subjects from 90 percent to 50 percent, while also beginning large-scale use of children as experimental subjects for long-term cultivation.

Perfect experimental subjects could become independent of gene stabilizers within a few years of their mutation completion, but the vast majority of experimental subjects remained unable to abandon gene stabilizers throughout their lives, simultaneously serving as victims and pawns for N.

In response, the government established a special execution unit code-named Dragon Scale, launching a long-term execution against N.

Although the formula for the stabilizer had yet to be cracked, it wasn't ironclad within N itself either, and the diluted gene stabilizers circulating on the black market were proof enough.

It seemed the rescue of these experimental subjects was imminent.

Pei Zhuo never thought anyone would come to save him.

Including these twenty-five doses of diluted stabilizer, he had saved up enough for two years and one month's worth of supplies.

The balance on his card was still missing 600,000.

Pei Zhuo originally hadn't expected charity to lower their prices either. This item had no market value; any further reduction would make him suspect ulterior motives.

After drinking the last bit of milk, crushing it beneath his feet, and tossing it into the trash bin, Pei Zhuo typed a few words onto the keyboard: Give me one month.

Then, after closing the chat window, he began sifting through the emails sent by his clients.

Ten minutes later, Pei Zhuo selected an invitation with a 600,000 yuan reward as his final order before retiring, checking the box to accept.

—Email sent successfully.

Pei Zhuo shut down his computer. He planned to cook instant noodles and take nutritional supplements for dinner, but upon turning around, his gaze fell upon the perpetual calendar hanging on the wall. The ancient characters of the old era contained within exuded a mysterious Eastern power.

March 24th, 3139

Avoid opening a business

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Author's note:

Good luck opening this article! Guide to the consumption of this article:

• This is a light-hearted and fluffy romance novel, written in a breezy style; there will be a hint of bitterness when reminiscing about the past.

• In the early stages, the protagonist has amnesia and is a clingy puppy dog; by the latter stages, he becomes a fierce clingy wolf, unable to go three sentences without mentioning his wife, as if trying to affix himself to his waistband.

• A story featuring a sudden crush, no third wheel.

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