Chapter 61

Part 5 Who's the Crazier One (You're more f****g crazy)

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The chief, who heard the report in the morning, was naturally furious. He immediately summoned Dane and Greyson to his office, and when he saw the state of the two giraffe-like men standing before him, he was even more dumbfounded. Except for the fact that one had a palm-sized gauze attached to his temple, it was hard to tell which of the two was in worse shape. Seeing them swollen and bruised all over, with evident traces of cuts that had bled, he felt his heart sink. Eventually, the chief alternately looked at the two overgrown men and shouted wildly.

"What exactly is your problem?"

At the tremendous roar that was no less than the emergency siren echoing through the fire station, Dane flinched, and Greyson unconsciously took a step back before returning to his place. Naturally, the chief continued regardless.

"Getting a report about causing a disturbance in a bar! And you call yourselves firefighters! Where is your duty to protect citizens' property and lives? If there was an issue, you should have gone outside and resolved it between yourselves, did you have to fight like dogs there? Is this a school? Am I the principal? Does it make sense for men who are 2 meters tall to fight and be called to the chief's office? Huh? Speak, if you have mouths, speak!"

Don't say that last part.

Dane was momentarily tense, fearing that the tactless Greyson Miller might spout nonsense again, but unexpectedly, different words came out of his mouth.

"It was self-defense."

When Dane and the chief looked at him simultaneously, Greyson continued nonchalantly.

"It was only because Striker here hit me first that I defended myself. Can you see? Here."

On one temple, which he pointed to with his second finger, was a large gauze. Perhaps it was a prepared statement, as his self-defense flowed smoothly, and though the chief was furious, he could no longer blame him. The chief now turned his arrow to the other side.

"Dane Striker!"

"It wasn't... self-defense."

Dane reluctantly admitted, but he also had something to say.

"I hit him because he deserved it."

"Why on earth! For what reason!"

The chief pressed as if he had been waiting. Dane glanced toward Greyson and spat out as if chewing.

"This bastard insulted me."

"Insulted? What did he say?"

For a moment, the chief was flustered. If this was the case, the story was different. If Miller had made a hate speech to Dane, it would become an issue for the entire institution. Dane responded to the chief, who immediately tensed up.

"I can't say."

At the deflating answer, the chief sighed, "Huh."

"Don't you need to tell me so I can mediate or discipline accordingly?"

He asked in a softened tone, as if coaxing, but Dane's attitude remained unchanged.

"Just discipline me. I won't say."

Seeing him stubbornly close his mouth, the chief's anger rose again.

"Then why did you mention it in the first place? You should have just remained silent!"

When the chief pointed this out, Dane answered indifferently as usual.

"I just wanted to clarify that I didn't hit him for no reason. I'm neither a pervert nor a crazy bastard like him. I hit him because he deserved it."

The chief was dumbfounded by his insistence on justification until the end and now looked toward Greyson. As if to say, you tell me instead. But Greyson shrugged and gave an ambiguous smile.

"I don't think it was an insult, but since he says it was, I'm afraid to speak for fear of being sued."

What nonsense is this now?

The chief was now at the point of needing blood pressure medication due to the alternating absurd statements. It was laughable even to a dog that someone from the Miller family would fear being sued.

"Don't talk nonsense, Nathaniel Miller would resolve it!"

But Greyson pretended to be horrified and shook his head.

"And have him crack my head with a bottle again? I absolutely hate pain. If Striker won't speak, neither will I."

The chief made an "ungh" sound of frustration. It was clear these guys had caused trouble, but without knowing the cause, he had no idea what kind of discipline to impose. After wrapping his head in thought, he finally bulged his eyes and handed down the same punishment.

"Both of you, three months' pay cut!"

"I object."

An immediate protest came in. Dane pointed at Greyson with a serious face.

"This bastard is rich. But a pay cut is fatal to me. Plus, I have a cat to feed, and you're cutting my pay for three months? Is this equality? When we have different amounts of money?"

It was a reasonable objection. The chief nodded and revised his previous measure.

"Then one month for Dane, three months for Miller as before."

"Wow, this is truly a scene of genuine equality."

Greyson mocked with a surprised expression, but the chief pretended not to notice.

"Now both of you get out, I can't stand the sight of you. Get out, get out right now!"

At the increasingly loud shout, the two had no choice but to turn around. The chief continued to berate them as they walked out of the office.

"Next time, just shoot! Why use fists? What is this, the Stone Age? Why use fists primitively when you could use a gun? Blow each other's heads off with a gun, I can't stand the sight of you two, one to heaven and one to prison!"

The last words were cut off abruptly. It was because Greyson had closed the door. Leaving behind the bewildered secretary, they came outside. Dane, feeling frustrated, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. A month's pay cut meant he would inevitably have to postpone buying Darling's new cat tower, which he had put in his shopping cart, until the following month.

Damn, I've been planning this for months.

After seeing various items installed for cats in a mansion revealed by a celebrity, Dane had immediately searched for the items. Naturally, they were all incredibly expensive, and after much deliberation, Dane had chosen one. He had been reducing his consumption for months to save money and was finally about to buy it this month when things went awry like this.

He sighed involuntarily, but there was no solution. He had no choice but to be grateful that it was reduced to one month.

Even that was the chief being lenient with Dane. It was the first time he had seen the chief so angry with Dane. Especially since the chief had always cherished and protected Dane, calling him the treasure of the fire station, so if he spoke like that, it was clear he wouldn't easily calm down.

Maybe I should volunteer at the end of the year.

There was an annual group activity at the fire station. It involved visiting orphanages or hospitals to give presents to children and play with them. Since it wasn't mandatory, Dane had been comfortably enjoying the end of the year by traveling with Darling or doing other things.

Thinking this far, the root cause of all this situation came back to him. Greyson Miller, if only that bastard hadn't talked nonsense.

"Feel better now? You crazy bastard."

When Dane glared at him, grinding his teeth, Greyson shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don't understand why you're angry when I received a stronger disciplinary action."

"The whole thing happened because you talked shit in the first place."

Dane responded as if it were obvious, but Greyson tilted his head to one side and smiled strangely.

"Most people would just say no if asked if they were an Omega, not crack someone's head."

He still hasn't come to his senses. Dane thought. Well, he's an extreme Alpha to begin with, so he can't be in his right mind.

"As I've said dozens of times already, I'll tell you again. I'm a Beta."

Dane ground out through clenched teeth.

"After saying it this many times, even your brain, smaller than a walnut, should remember it, you stupid bastard."

Dane deliberately pressed Greyson's forehead with his second finger, pushing him away, then turned around abruptly and began walking with large strides. Following behind leisurely, Greyson said.

"You stand out too much."

He spoke with increased volume as if deliberately for Dane to hear and continued.

"It's hard for someone with such superior looks to be a Beta. You'd be either an Alpha or an Omega, but an Alpha wouldn't hide their phenotype, and an extreme Alpha can't hide it... well, why would an Omega bother either?"

Greyson, who had raised the end of his sentence as if puzzled, looked at the back of Dane's head and taunted.

"Unless you're a very special Omega."

Dane merely raised his third finger over his shoulder. Without stopping or even looking back, he walked away faster, thinking.

As expected, that bastard shouldn't be left alone.