Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

Ye Tang returned to the dormitory, threw her uniform jacket onto the sofa, and sank into the fairly soft single sofa in the living room.

He crossed his legs and turned on the quantum computer. The quantum computer was left behind by the original owner. It was an old model, and a small piece of paint was chipped off the edge of the screen.

I spent half an hour getting familiar with this online shopping mall. The operating logic is similar to that on Earth, only the product categories are different.

Why did she skip the recommended page and go straight to the household goods section, starting a thoroughly enjoyable online shopping spree? All she had now, besides the warden's uniform, were the original owner's few faded old clothes and pilling underwear.

She picked and chose a whole bunch of clothes and shoes, and added a few sets of pajamas, underwear and socks for changing.

After buying clothes, she went to the furniture section and saw a 2.2-meter-wide bed. She immediately added it to her shopping cart. Although the single bed was big enough, rolling around on the big bed was the real enjoyment.

Her shopping cart was getting fuller and fuller. Although she already had most of the items in her personal supermarket, who could resist the joy of shopping?

As evening approached and it was almost time to deliver dinner, Ye Tang took out frozen steamed dumplings and shumai from her space, put the steamer on the induction cooker, boiled the water, and arranged the steaming trays.

I also quickly prepared a dipping sauce with soy sauce, vinegar, minced garlic, and a few drops of chili oil, and divided it into five small condiment boxes, one for each lunchbox.

Once the dumplings and shumai were steamed, Ye Tang, as usual, divided them into six portions, with You Lie's portion being the largest, filling a large plate.

Considering that they all needed to take nutritional supplements, Ye Tang put some of the remaining supplements into You Lie's plate.

The remaining portion consists of two steamed dumplings and two shumai per serving, served with a dipping sauce.

"Let's go, big dog, let's deliver food." She pushed the food cart out of the living area. Youlie was already wearing her newly bought black leather collar, the silver buckle glittering under the corridor lights. He walked briskly, completely unaware of being "insulted".

When the security door of Observation Zone One opened, Jing Yao had already transformed into human form. He was sitting on the sofa in the center of the observation zone, which was standard furniture provided by the prison.

His imposing figure made him look like a child's chair. He was wearing a white military uniform, his legs casually crossed, and his short, snow-white hair was slightly disheveled.

A pair of round, white tiger ears stand up from the hair on the top of its head, occasionally turning slightly. The amber pupils are even more profound in human form. The facial features are strong and sharp, with high brow bones and a jawline as sharp as a knife.

Ye Tang almost threw the lunchbox in her hand. Her mind exploded like a firework the moment she saw Jing Yao's human form.

White hair, tiger ears, amber eyes, and a better figure than any male celebrity she had ever admired in her past life.

"Good evening, Warden Wild." Jing Yao's voice was deep, with the unique chest resonance of the Tiger Clan.

"Good evening, Big Cat—no, Grand Marshal." Ye Tang almost let slip again, but swallowed "Big Cat" back at the last moment.

Ghost Hunter crouched behind Wild Tang, a glint of amusement flashing in his grey-blue eyes, and his tail swayed gently behind him.

Jing Yao shifted his gaze from Ye Tang to You Lie. He had, of course, seen the wolf disguised as a dog. His major general, the deputy commander of the northern defense line, had refused to be detained and had been missing for four days. Now, he was wearing a genuine leather collar around his neck and crouching behind a small female.

Jing Yao picked up his plate, took a steamed dumpling, dipped it lightly in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. As he chewed, he asked in a nonchalant tone, as if he were just chatting casually, "Warden Ye, do you know what breed this one next to you is?"

The hunter's ears perked up instantly, the fur on his neck bristled at a visible speed, his tail stiffened and held high in the air, and his gray-blue eyes suddenly turned to Jing Yao, communicating with him telepathically: "Marshal, please spare me."

Ye Tang didn't notice You Lie's odd behavior and reached out to pat his head: "Boss Lu said he's a sled dog."

Jing Yao paused for a moment, glancing at You Lie who was frantically begging for mercy. His wolf-like face twitched slightly from excessive tension.

"Hmm," Jingyao decided to stop teasing him and set up the second steamed dumpling. "It looks pretty good."

Ye Tang didn't pay attention to the conversation the two had had. Seeing that Jing Yao seemed quite satisfied with his meal, she packed up the food cart and prepared to go to the next room, muttering casually, "I wonder if the leopard will let us touch it..."

Her voice was very soft, but Jing Yao and You Lie were both S-class beastmen with hearing far exceeding that of ordinary people. The two exchanged a glance through the glass wall, their eyes conveying the same message: "This little female is incredibly bold."

The security door to Observation Zone Two opened, revealing the usual dim lighting inside. Black Panther remained huddled in the deepest corner, only his pale golden eyes peeking out as he coldly stared at the doorway.

Ye Tang placed the lunchbox on the stone platform. This time she was smarter and didn't stand there waiting. Instead, after putting the lunchbox down, she pretended to turn around and leave.

Hanzhou emerged from the shadows, moving with the graceful gait characteristic of felines, silently approaching the stone platform and lowering his head to pick up the lunchbox.

Just as he picked up the lunchbox and turned around, Ye Tang's hand reached out with lightning speed, her fingertips precisely and gently touching the tip of his tail as he turned and swung it.

The black panther's tail is long, thin, and flexible, with short, dense fur. Its texture is completely different from the fluffy, soft feel of the wild hunter; it is smoother and more elastic, like touching a piece of fine silk.

"Nothing's as nice to pet as a dog's tail," Ye Tang said, withdrawing her hand with a hint of regret in her voice.

Han Zhou retreated to the corner with the lunchbox in his mouth. His light golden leopard eyes revealed no emotion, but if Han Zhou were in human form, you could tell that his face had darkened by more than one shade.

In Observation Zone Three, Ling Shou did not hover above today, but stood on the ground. He maintained his peregrine falcon form, with his silver-gray wings folded at his sides, his falcon head slightly tilted, and his silver-gray eyes carrying a hint of mischief.

His mental breakdown value has dropped to 82, which is the lowest value he has ever seen in the past three years. The peregrine falcon's vision is as sharp as its mental field, and the pain caused by the breakdown and loss of control is more intense than that of others.

Only two days had passed, and after eating a few meals and chewing on two bundles of plants, his mental energy seemed to have been pulled out of a thicket of thorns.

So he was in a good mood, and when he was in a good mood, he wanted to talk, and when he wanted to talk, he wanted to tease the little female in front of him.

He took two steps toward Ye Tang, folded his wings, and looked down at her. "Little female, you're so small, like a bean sprout."

Ye Tang paused for a moment while holding the plate. She looked down at herself. She was just over 1.6 meters tall, but her body was malnourished and thin. Standing next to a peregrine falcon that was nearly 1.9 meters tall, she was indeed not tall enough. But that didn't mean she could accept the "bean sprout" label. She was 1.8 meters tall when she jumped!

"You're so big, your whole family is so big," she said, putting the plate on the stone table. Her mouth was faster than her reason. "Even if the bird wings are roasted, they'll only be enough for my dog ​​for one meal."

Ling Shou wasn't angry. Instead, he spread his wings. When his silver-gray wings were fully extended, they almost spanned the entire width of the observation area, with each feather clearly visible at the tip.

"Are you sure," he said, a smile playing on his hawk-like eyes, as he lowered his head, his beak almost touching Ye Tang's face, "that dog you're talking about can eat that much in one meal?"

Youlie crouched behind Yetang, carefully examining the pair of fully spread wings. After thinking it over, he realized he couldn't eat it all in one meal, but two meals would be enough.

Ye Tang didn't speak; her eyes were already drawn to those large wings. So, her hand moved faster than her brain and she reached out to touch the feathers covering the base of his wings.

That was the softest little feather on the peregrine falcon's wing, hidden beneath the flight feathers, and rarely touched. The coverts had a delicate and soft texture, with the smoothness and warmth of bird feathers; when your fingertips sank in, it felt like touching a layer of fluffy down.

Ling Shou's wing twitched, and he reflexively pulled it back half an inch, but he didn't retract it completely. "Little sprout, you're so weak, no male beast would want you, right?"

Ye Tang rolled her eyes, pulled her hand back from the wing, and retorted without any politeness, "You're so strong, yet you're still locked up here. No female wants you."

"I just don't want to look for it."

"I'm just not an adult yet."

Ling Shou blinked. The imperial law did not explicitly stipulate the age of adulthood, but it was commonly agreed that it was twenty-five years old. However, he brought up another rule: "According to imperial law, females can enter into marriage contracts at the age of eighteen."

"I'm only eighteen," Ye Tang said, hands on her hips, with an air of self-righteousness. "I want to build a career! Make money! As the saying goes, if you can rely on a male beast, a sow can fly."

Ling Shou tilted the falcon's head. He didn't understand what "building a career" meant, but he understood making money. But where did this proverb come from? What does it have to do with sows if male beasts are unreliable?