Aress spoke up first as a representative: "Asher, this is not good... even if that mother and son came here to steal, you should have only given them a beating. This..."
He truly did not expect there to be a method of fighting off thieves using quicklime powder like this.
"Mr. Aress." When Ewan just spoke up, the tiny Omega was swallowed up in the thermal suit. But it seemed the cold of this sector was still too harsh; the Omega's face was flushed red, his small frame nestling against his Alpha: "Asher did not hit them, from earlier until now he has only moved his hands to tie them up."
"Then this..."
