Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

Observation zone number five is empty.

Cangming left without much fanfare. After Yetang delivered breakfast, he glanced at her with his deep blue eyes, then gently slapped the water with his tail, the splashing water shattering into countless tiny diamonds in the morning light.

When Ye Tang returned with the food cart to deliver lunch, the long, beautiful fish tail was no longer in the pool; only ripples remained on the surface of the water.

Lu Yu sent people to renovate Observation Area No. 5, saying it was to prepare for the next detainee. The orcs of the construction team went in and out, draining the water from the pool and repaving the sand and aquatic plants at the bottom. The sounds of hammering and banging echoed in the corridor.

Ye Tang leaned against the wall of the corridor, watching the workers lift up and move away the rock that Cang Ming used to like to lie on. Suddenly, she felt a little empty inside.

"I wonder if that fish will even be able to handle the supplements," she muttered casually, arms crossed.

After all, she had been feeding him for almost a month—garlic oysters, salt-baked prawns, steamed sea urchin eggs, seafood porridge—serving him a different meal every day. His palate had become quite spoiled. Now, returning to the sea tribe, he would have to face those bland, nutrient-rich pastes again. It was rather pitiful.

"Tangtang?" A deep voice came from behind, its tone slightly raised, carrying a barely perceptible hint of displeasure. "I'm still here, and you're already thinking about other male beasts?"

Ye Tang whirled around, her eyes wide. She had spoken so softly, almost to herself, and the construction noise in the hallway was deafening—how could he have heard her? She looked at You Lie with disbelief: "You could hear me from this far away?!"

Youlie leaned against the corridor wall, arms crossed, a faint smile flickering in his grey-blue eyes. His ears twitched slightly, a characteristic gesture of canine beastmen: "Tangtang, I'm a canine. And an SS-rank fighter."

The combination of these two identities means that his hearing sensitivity is dozens of times that of an ordinary orc. He can hear clearly not only whispers across half a corridor, but also several walls.

Ye Tang opened her mouth, her mind racing to recall if she had ever said anything inappropriate within his hearing range. It seemed not, probably not, hopefully not.

But wait a minute, since his hearing is so sharp, wouldn't he hear everything she says every night as she rolls around in bed muttering things like "I really want to touch the fish's tail," "The big cat's paws are so soft," and "Hanzhou ate an extra bite of sweet and sour pork today and improved,"? What's the difference between that and a public execution!

"I was just rambling on, after all, I've been feeding him for so long, right?" Ye Tang leaned closer to him, her voice carrying a hint of ingratiating sweetness.

Youlie looked down at her without saying a word. A month of getting along with her had given him a full understanding of Yetang's temperament—she had no resistance to anything furry, and he had personally witnessed her fascination with mermaid tails.

Before leaving, the fish deliberately stretched out its tail for her to touch, and only after she touched it did it tell her that it was a courtship token. Its scheming was comparable to that of its own brother, Youming.

He had already accepted the fact that the fish would soon swim back to the gates of Prison Zero with the dowry from the Abyss Royal Family. As Ye Tang's first beast husband, he couldn't stop others from marrying into the family, but he could use any means necessary to secure more benefits.

"Does my fur feel better, or is a mermaid's tail more pleasant to touch?" He bent down, bringing his face close to hers, so close that she could see the shadows cast by his eyelashes beneath his eyes. At this distance, his breath would gently brush against her cheek as he spoke.

Without hesitation, Ye Tang replied, "Of course, your fur is nice to touch!" She didn't need to think about this kind of question; she had to coax her beast husband, and she had to do it in a way that was firm and unwavering.

"That's more like it." Ghost Hunter's tail twitched up from behind and shook gently.

Ye Tang was called away by Lu Yu early in the morning to attend some kind of "Monthly Security Management Summary Meeting of Prison Zero". When she left, she still had half a slice of toast in her mouth and mumbled that You Lie should bring her breakfast.

Youlie watched her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, picked up the plate she left behind, and calmly swayed his silver-gray wolf tail behind him.

As he pushed the food cart into the observation area corridor, several big spenders were already waiting. Jing Yao smelled something was off, raised his tiger head to look at him, his amber pupils filled with "Why is it you?", but still lowered his head and ate the roasted lamb chops.

Han Zhou remained silent as always, but when You Lie pushed the sweet and sour pork into the teleportation portal, he glanced at him with his light golden leopard eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of disapproval.

Chi Heng is not in Observation Zone 4. Ever since the firebird obtained free access, it has refused to return to the observation zone and spends all day running around in the living area.

Observation Zone Three. Ling Shou swooped down from its perch, transformed into human form, and stood in front of the glass wall. Seeing that it was You Lie who brought the food instead of Ye Tang, its silver-gray eagle eyes immediately changed from expectation to scrutiny.

"You two got married?" Ling Shou's voice suddenly rose half an octave.

Ghost Hunter, who was about to push the cart to the next observation area, stopped and turned around upon hearing this. He crossed his arms, leaned against the cart's armrest, and a half-smile flickered in his grey-blue eyes. "What's wrong, free-range chicken? You got a problem with that?"

"Why would she choose you?" Ling Shou slammed his plate down on the stone table, his silver-gray eagle eyes swirling with resentment. By bloodline, he was the young patriarch of the Skyfeather Falcon Clan, a direct descendant of the ancient Sky Eagle;

In terms of family background, the Sky Feather Falcon Clan has been intermarrying with the royal family for generations, and all the real estate in the core area of ​​the capital is their hereditary territory; in terms of combat power, he is an S-class peak fighter who is invincible among all raptors.

And what about Youlie? The Canglang clan has no divine beast bloodline at all; their ancestors for eighteen generations were all commoners. Why should Yetang choose him instead of herself?

"Tangtang likes round fur, but you have flat fur." ​​Youlie's tone was as calm as if he were stating the weather.

Ling Shou felt a sharp pain in his chest from those words. Round feathers, flat feathers, just because of that? He was a bird of prey, the Sky Falcon was the ruler of the sky, and his feathers were what he was most proud of, yet in Ye Tang's eyes, they were not as valuable as the downy fur of a four-legged beast?

"Just because of that? And you're still a caged, flat-feathered creature." Ghost Hunter added a second blow.

Ling Shou was completely furious. He hated four-legged beasts the most, ever since he was a child, because all four-legged beasts had fur, the kind of fur that was round and felt nice to the touch, while he was born with flat fur, which Ye Tang disliked.

Now this large, round-haired four-legged beast is standing in front of him, poking at his most sore spot with that indifferent tone. How can he tolerate it?

"You Hunter, come in, I'll fight you one-on-one!" Ling Shou's hand was already on the switch of the security door, his long silver-gray hair moved without wind, and the fighting spirit in his eagle eyes almost burned through the glass wall.

"Rude." Youlie rolled his eyes at him, the curve of which was exactly the same as Yetang's, clearly showing that he had been influenced by his surroundings.

He hates birds, ever since he was a child, because all birds have wings and can fly, and he always suffers because he can't reach them when he fights them. Even if he could win, he wouldn't want to fight, let alone the fact that he's currently an SS-rank and could easily defeat an S-rank.

Having spent a month by Ye Tang's side, he knew best what Ye Tang liked about him—not how good he was at fighting, but his thick, soft, silver-gray fur in his beast form, his flexible ears, and his tail that wagged beautifully. Every time Ye Tang saw him tilt his head, twitch his ears, and wag his tail, her eyes would light up, and she would abandon all her principles.

Showing a rude and violent side in front of Ye Tang is absolutely unacceptable. He had finally managed to win the favor of his wife with his fluffy appearance, and he would never ruin his image because of the provocation of a flat-feathered bird.

"You coward!" Ling Shou slammed his fist on the glass wall, gritting his teeth but unable to do anything about it—the security door was locked from the outside, and he couldn't get out.

"What, you like Tangtang?" Youlie suddenly changed the subject.

"I don't like her at all," Ling Shou was caught off guard by his sudden change of topic. "She's like a little bean sprout." Short and thin, with a sharp tongue and greedy for money, she favors Yuan Mao to an outrageous degree. How could he, the young patriarch of the Tianling Falcon Clan, be called a chicken by her every day?

"So what's your opinion? What's it to you if I marry her?" Youlie's logic was impeccable—if you don't like her, then why are you so agitated about who she chooses? If you don't like her, then why do you ring the doorbell every day to argue with her? If you don't like her, then why do you get so angry when she ignores you?

"This young master only... only..." Ling Shou's words were stuck in mid-air, his eyes filled with a fierce battle between anger and confusion.

"Just what?"

Ling Shou shut up. He couldn't make up any more stories. He didn't like her? Then why was he so angry that Ye Tang was with You Lie? Why did he feel it was unfair that Ye Tang gave Chi Heng an extra piece of cake?

Why did Ye Tang feel so uncomfortable if he didn't ring the bell and yell at him for a day? His reason let out a final, mournful cry deep in his brain, before being crushed by his pride. "I'm just not convinced!" he shouted, his neck stiff.

"Yes! I'm just not convinced!" Ling Shou felt he had found the perfect excuse—it wasn't that he liked Ye Tang, he was just unconvinced. How could anyone accept that the dignified young patriarch of the Heavenly Feather Falcon Clan had lost to a four-legged beast?

Youlie's lips curled into a slight smile. He wouldn't bother arguing with a stupid bird. This free-range chicken clearly adored Yetang, yet its beak was the most stubborn part of its body. But it didn't matter; after all, it wasn't Youlie who was being stubborn, it was Lingshou himself.

Let him keep being stubborn. It would be best if he kept it up for a few more years. When he finally realizes he doesn't even have the right to wait in line anymore, then he'll deserve it.

"Fine, if you're not convinced, then so be it. Go ahead and be unconvinced." Ghost Hunter pushed the food cart, turned around, and walked away, his tail wagging leisurely behind him.