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The boy struck, yet with his clumsy movements and lack of strength, the 10-year-old's attack was nothing at all towards Han. The Inspector could easily dismantle the weapon from the little boy's gawky hands if he wanted to.
But he let it happen.
He allowed the boy to stab the sharp points of the bottle into his arm. And true to his deduction, the young Omega (Han had decided to label him Omega since his scent leaned more towards that side) didn't seem to be the type to hurt someone intently.
When the sharp glass pierced his arm, the boy had flinched so bad at the sight of blood --though Han wondered if it was due to blood or him being an Alpha-- and almost jumped away. Han had bit his lips to stop the hiss of pain from coming out--
'Cause yea! It friggin' hurts!' Han wanted to shout it out to the world as his hands immediately latched onto his wounds.
