Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

"You certainly know how to suck up to someone's powerful backer." Ye Tang tapped Paopao's forehead. "You haven't upset your dad these past few days, have you?"

"No. I've made up with my dad, and I've stopped being angry with him lately. Maybe in a while."

Ye Tang chuckled: "You're quite honest."

"Mom, he's my own son. He couldn't possibly kill me; getting angry is good for your health."

Ye Tang didn't reply, but only glanced at Qi Xuan, "If it weren't for your appearance, I would have thought Bubble was your child."

Qi Xuan shrugged: "I didn't teach you that."

"Mother, I was born with extraordinary talent even in the egg. I figured it out myself," Bubble said proudly.

"Alright, alright, you're exceptionally gifted. When your own father spanks you, don't cry out in pain."

"With that kind of strength from my own dad, it's just a tickle. It looks intimidating, but it doesn't hurt at all." Bubble's awareness of danger is still lacking. "With that little strength, he's been wasting all these years of his life."

Ye Tang watched Cang Ming approach the pool and suppressed a laugh: "That's because your own father loves you and doesn't want to get serious."

"No, no, no, he's just weak."

"Little Bubble, your little bottom is suffering terribly because of you," Ye Tang sighed.

"Mom, what are you saying?" Bubble suddenly realized that a shadow was looming behind her, and immediately covered her eyes. "Mom, Bubble is afraid to open her eyes. I hope it's just my imagination."

"This isn't an illusion. Bubble, you're finished. Say sorry to your little bottom." Wild Tang took a step back. "Cangming, don't be too rough. After all, he's your own son."

"I will try my best, my wife."

Cangming jumped into the water, picked up Bubble, and pumped it a few times.

"Bubble, the first lesson your mother taught you—the price of bragging," Wild Tang said gloatingly.

"Father Qi Xuan, please save your precious eldest disciple!" Bubble pleaded with Qi Xuan again.

"Bubble, a childhood without being beaten by your own father is incomplete. You'll have to suffer." Qi Xuan put his arm around Ye Tang's shoulder and left the scene of the domestic violence.

Bubble splashed around in the water. Cangming lifted him up and gave him a couple more tugs before letting go. Bubble immediately dove into the water, leaving only his eyes showing, watching Cangming warily.

Cangming put away the belt, stood by the pool, and looked at him: "If I hear you talking about me again, it won't just be about the belt."

Bubble didn't dare make a sound, only silently backing away. Cangming turned and left. Yetang and Qixuan watched from under the eaves, neither of them trying to save her. After a while, Bubble poked half its head out of the water, and only after confirming that Cangming was far away did it mutter softly, "My father is so cruel."

Bubble soaked in the water for a while, making sure it was safe, before slowly swimming back to the edge of the pool. He lay on the edge of the stone, his tail slapping the water idly. Mianmian flew over from somewhere and landed on the edge of the pool, watching him.

"Bubble, did you get beaten up?"

"No," Bubble stubbornly replied.

"I heard you scream for help." Mianmian squatted down and poked his head. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. My dad's not strong enough." Bubble stubbornly persisted.

Mianmian didn't believe him, so she took out a piece of candy from her pocket and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat candy, it won't hurt." Paopao took the candy, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"Don't male kids have human rights? Don't I have any dignity? Old Deng! I won't smash your pot after you ascend to heaven." Bubble muttered, rubbing her butt.

"Bubble, did you make your father angry?" Ghost Hunter walked over.

"No. He's just being stingy. I'm a magnanimous person, so I won't hold it against him."

Youlie scooped Bubble out of the pool: "Bubble's little bottom is all swollen. Let Father Youlie put some medicine on it for you."

Youlie had Bubble lie on his lap, took out a tube of ointment from his storage ring, and gently applied it to Bubble's swollen bottom. Bubble, still lying there, stubbornly said, "Father Youlie, you're so good. Unlike my own father, who's so rough."

"And then there's Qi Xuan's father, who stood by and watched me die. I've decided to cut ties with him for one night."

"Alright, calm down now," Youlie said indulgently, "for the sake of your little bottom."

Bubble snorted and lay still on Youlie's lap. Youlie finished applying the medicine and gently rubbed it in.

Bubble lay there for a while, the coolness of the ointment slowly seeping in, and the pain in his buttocks subsided considerably. He rolled over, slid off Youlie's lap, and stretched a couple of times by the pool.

"Father Youlie, I'm healed."

"Okay, go play. Don't provoke your father again."

"Okay," Bubble replied readily, then turned and ran off, her two short legs moving incredibly fast.

Youlie watched him run away and carefully put away the ointment.

"Bubble, does your butt hurt anymore?" Mianmian asked, watching Bubble run off at lightning speed.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I already told you, my own dad is petty and weak." Bubble started talking nonsense again as soon as she felt a little better.

"Bubble, stop making up stories about Cangming's father," Mao Mao reminded him. "Don't you feel bad getting beaten up every other day?"

"Brother, I wasn't making things up about him. I was telling the truth. He's stingy, calculating, and miserly. He actually said something like, 'I, a little kid, have to earn my own money for plastic surgery.' Tell me, isn't he stingy?"

"My handsome father isn't stingy at all. He gave us lots of gems and used his pocket money to buy us nice clothes and shoes," Mianmian defended Cangming.

"He's only stingy with you two girls," Bubble retorted. "He favors women over men."

"No. Father Cangming treats us all the same." Mao Mao shook his head.

Bubble glanced at him and stopped arguing. He looked down at his fishtail and then thought about the things Cangming had bought for him. It seemed like he hadn't lost much.

"Then why does he only hit me?" Bubble started to complain again. They're both cubs, but he gets beaten by his own father all the time.

"Because we don't cause trouble," Rongrong said. "Bubble, your mouth is a little bit asking for a beating."

Bubble choked. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Rongrong was right, he really did have a sharp tongue.

"That's genetic," Bubble pouted.

"Alright, from now on, if Father Cangming wants to hit you, just run behind me," Mao Mao comforted him. "I'll help you run."

"Mmm, Brother Mao is still the best." Bubble went up and hugged Mao.

Mao Mao stumbled back a step after being tackled, regained her balance, and patted him on the back. Mian Mian and Rong Rong, watching from the side, also smiled.

"There's something you need to help me with." Bubble suddenly remembered that Qi Xuan had refused to help her in her time of need.

"What is it?" the three children asked in unison.

"Since Father Qi Xuan refused to help me, I've decided to sever all ties with him for one night. Please remind me."

"it is good."

"Alas, Father Qi Xuan is so heartbroken. He specially went to the kitchen to make milk cakes. Since we've broken off relations, these milk cakes will belong to Little Red Hair." Qi Xuan came out carrying a plate of milk cakes.

Bubble's ears perked up immediately. He turned to look at the plate of milk cakes, then at Qi Xuan, and finally at Mao Mao. The aroma of the milk cakes wafted over, and Bubble swallowed hard. He hesitated for less than two seconds: "Father Qi Xuan, I was just joking."

"Oh? Weren't we supposed to break up for one night?" Qi Xuan asked, deliberately refusing to give him the plate.

"We won't break off our friendship. I just remembered, Father Qi Xuan was the best to me." Bubble leaned closer, staring longingly at the plate.