Boss!!

Whimper.

Fenix tried hard to open his nearly squeezed shut eyes, sniffing and looking at Lion with immense grievance.

To be honest, Lion was truly shocked.

The former space pirate leader had seen much in his life, and few events could make him lose his composure. If all the things that could surprise him in the world amounted to a stone's worth, Fenix undoubtedly accounted for eight-tenths of it.

Every day brought new experiences.

How to put it...

The tens of thousands spent every month was worth it, even a bargain.

Lion surveyed the cat and dog sitting side by side on the medical bed, glancing at the medical robot’s indicator light.

The medical robot hadn’t even lit up its green light. After removing the bee stingers and applying medicine, it turned to plug itself into the charging station, entering sleep mode immediately.

This indicated that the condition of the cat and dog didn’t even warrant emergency treatment.

Very safe.

Lion retracted his gaze, stepping into the medical room and sitting in front of the cat and dog. He placed Fenix’s terminal in front of him.

His original intention was to find the cat and return the terminal. But who would have thought he would encounter such a scene upon entering the room?

Lion’s gaze fell on Ferran.

Although Fenix often brewed strange accidents, he never injured himself. Ferran, however, was different.

This person was accustomed to hospital visits, evident from the time he invited Fenix out for dessert.

Ordering, eating sweets, calculating dosages, and calling the hospital to pay the bill in advance.

According to Fenix, doctors arrived the moment Ferran collapsed.

This level of proficiency was precise to the second.

Thus, Fenix ending up in the medical room must have been due to Ferran’s doing.

The dog, now swollen twice its size, sneezed, glanced at Lion, then timidly avoided his gaze.

He hadn’t expected this either.

Because it was the first time he played outdoors like this. Fenix’s confident demeanor gave Ferran the signal to act freely.

Ferran trusted Fenix immensely.

So he acted freely.

Who knew it would end up like this!

Ferran felt extremely wronged!

Fenix mewed weakly.

Although communication with awakened beings was difficult, it didn’t matter. Lion could still find the cause of the incident himself.

In front of the cat and dog, Lion slowly activated the surveillance projection, rewinding the time back two hours.

Here’s what happened.

When Fenix realized Ferran had designs on the beehive hanging in the tree, he couldn’t care less about Ferran’s muddy and smelly body and jumped down from the tree, kicking the golden retriever’s forehead.

The golden retriever stumbled, accidentally bumping into the tree hanging the beehive.

Here, we need to emphasize again.

Marina City wasn’t in the tropics.

So those towering, robust tropical evergreen trees existed only in the specially maintained training area. In the natural scenic areas, the dominant vegetation was deciduous broadleaf plants.

For example, the young leaning birch tree that was shaken by the golden retriever’s solid body.

The birch appeared quite young, with a thin trunk that had grown crooked due to the weight of the beehive on its branches.

When the golden retriever bumped into it, the tree swayed.

The branch, unable to withstand the load, snapped with a “crack,” sending the beehive plummeting like a massive biological bomb.

Fenix, wearing a humiliation collar, looked at the projection of the fleeing cat and dog without expression.

Originally, the dog covered in mud didn’t need to run.

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But Ferran didn’t know that mud could prevent stings.

Fenix ran, so he immediately followed, running particularly energetically.

Then—

Then, Lion watched as the golden retriever, halfway through its run, seemed to remember something, biting the kitten’s nape and carrying it directly into the water.

This jump almost washed half the mud off his body.

Seeing this, Fenix’s eyes dimmed.

Damn it.

Stupid Ferran!

Jumping into the water to avoid bees was not wrong.

But that was under the condition of being fully submerged!

When dogs swim, they need to breathe above water, right?

Since your nose is on top of your head, right?

But your mouth is below your nose, right?

And you were carrying a cat in your mouth, right?

So half the cat would be above water, right???

Damn it!!

Ferran, damn it!!

Initially, Ferran was only stung on his head, but Fenix, carried by him, was stung all over.

Ferran!

Stupid Ferran!

Fenix looked at the projection of his pitiful self, meowing loudly, becoming angrier the more he watched!

He lashed out with a claw at the stupid dog beside him.

The golden retriever, hit by a claw, froze for two seconds, whimpering pitifully.

Fenix took a deep breath, looking at the shaven dog, then reluctantly looked down through the semi-transparent humiliation collar at his own shaven body.

To facilitate treatment and prevent infection, the fur of both animals was clipped down to a thin layer, with the worst-stung areas completely shaved.

With medicine applied, the pain was gone, but the ugliness remained very real.

This shouldn’t be.

I’m just a fragile little kitty.

This shouldn’t be.

A joyful and unrestrained holiday shouldn’t end like this!

Fenix’s swollen paws patted the soft cushion beneath him, looking up at Lion, starting to complain.

His soft, milky mewing, combined with the unfortunate look after being stung, made Lion pause for a moment before shifting his gaze.

If he didn’t adjust his mood, he feared he would burst out laughing.

Even though he moved his gaze, Fenix still caught the amusement in his eyes.

Fenix: ???

Fenix couldn’t believe it.

You laughed?

You actually laughed??

Boss, you’ve changed, you used to care about me!

In the past, you would have made dog meat hotpot right away!

You’ve changed!

Fenix was deeply grieved and lowered his head, extremely aggrieved.

Lion raised his hand, extending a finger to gently rub the kitten’s head.

"What flavor dog meat hotpot do you want?" he asked.

The feigning-dead Ferran suddenly lifted his head, highly alert.

Lion comforted his cat, his gaze lightly sweeping over Ferran.

He pondered, "Part of the shaving work has already been done."

Ferran: ???

What are you planning??

Killing is illegal, I’ll tell you that!

Compared to Ferran, who felt his life was threatened, Fenix was genuinely comforted.

Good.

My boss is still my boss.

He fiddled with the terminal in his hand, typing with a whimper: "Spicy."

Lion agreed.

Ferran started considering if it was too late to call the police.

Fenix typed again: "I’m so ugly."

Lion replied, "You’re not ugly, only this dog is."

Hearing this, Fenix turned to look at Ferran.

Then he nodded.

Ferran: ???

That’s unfair!

I feel truly offended!

Fenix sniffed: "I feel like I’m incompatible with Ferran."

Lion: "I told you not to hang out with him."

Ferran felt like he had been hit with a mental attack of ten thousand points.

Remembering Lion’s previous warning, Fenix choked up: "I was too arrogant."

Fenix was just a little kitty.

Who gave Fenix the courage to walk a large dog?

Fenix thought for a moment and decided it must be Athena giving him the wrong impression!

Once you enter Ferran’s love route, every Athena would praise how adorable Ferran is!

Adorable!

Taste it, savor it.

A boy described as "adorable" must be harmless, soft, sweet, and even fragrant, capable of being cute and cuddly.

Who would have known it was a buffoon.

Damn, thinking about it, Fenix’s misfortune should be blamed on Athena for providing false information!

Fenix quickly found a scapegoat and absolved himself of all responsibility.

He sighed deeply, looking at his swollen paws, feeling wronged: "I haven’t eaten meat in a week."

If Fenix hadn’t mentioned it, Lion would have forgotten.

"Why didn’t you come find me after leaving the training area?" Lion asked.

?

Why would you ask such a question?

Of course, I was in a cold war with you!

Thinking this, Fenix realized it wasn’t right. How come Lion didn’t understand why he stayed in the training area for a week?

The kitten looked up at Lion.

Lion appeared somewhat displeased.

"You trained hard and didn’t have time to come back, that’s fine," he said, "but you ended training and went to Ferran first."

Fenix opened his mouth: "..."

Are you... jealous?

Fenix was struck by his own thought.

Beside him, Ferran also felt struck.

He looked at Lion and Fenix, enviously admiring their close bond.

If he weren’t caught in the middle, it would be even better.

Ferran felt superfluous in this scene.

He wagged his tail, jumping off the bed and heading for the gym.

Fenix merely glanced at him, remembering the bee stings and feeling anger rise again, ignoring him.

Lion didn’t stop him either.

Ferran saved his life, walking away leisurely.

Fenix observed Lion’s expression for a while and found his boss didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the cold war.

Fenix: ...

This is ridiculous!

Did Fenix hold a grudge for a whole week alone?

Fenix choked, typing: "Because I was angry!"

Lion’s eyebrows twitched, "Why were you angry?"

Fenix: "You threatened me!"

Lion pondered for a moment, "When?"

Fenix’s eyes widened, looking at Lion in disbelief.

Lion didn’t remember!

Fenix was so angry he held back eating meat for a whole week, making such a big sacrifice, and Lion didn’t even remember!

Damn!

Even angrier!

The current anti-swelling and anti-inflammatory medicine worked very quickly.

Lion thought idly.

In just a short time, Fenix’s eyes were already visible—previously just slits.

Fenix took a deep breath, angrily typing: "You forced a sale on me!"

Lion recalled carefully and denied, "I was just stating facts."

Fenix choked, thinking about it and realizing he was indeed stating facts.

Fenix had few secrets.

And Lion, aside from not knowing about the forum, almost knew all of Fenix’s secrets that he didn’t want others to know.

The kitten felt like he had lost the battle, drooping his head.

Lowering his head, he saw his bald paws.

Fenix was startled, raising his bald paws, touching his bald body, suddenly alarmed.

His bald paws trembled as he typed: "Boss, I could turn back into a human."

Originally, he planned to tell Ferran first to express his anger at Lion.

But remembering Ferran still thought he was Linix, he swallowed the thought.

Lion was originally pondering how to soothe the cat who was angry but got no response.

But this kid’s temper came and went quickly, forgetting the grievance of not eating meat for a week in a blink.

Lion glanced at the typed message and nodded, "Mm."

Fenix’s typing paws trembled slightly, "I shaved... my fur..."

Lion: "?"

Fenix cautiously asked, "Will I... be the same when I turn back into a human?"

Lion extended a finger, rubbing Fenix’s head through the humiliation collar, drawing out the word, "Mmm..."

Fenix’s heart raced.

Lion continued slowly, "Isn’t the fur on your head still intact?"

Fenix greatly relieved.

Lion reached out, picking up the cat.

Even with the fur shaved, the kitten’s remaining short fur was very soft and not prickly to the touch.

Lion absent-mindedly rubbed it a couple of times, thinking about records of these creatures being captured to be kept as pets, finding it entirely reasonable.

"Let’s go eat meat," Lion said.

Fenix patted his small belly, mewing.

Calculating the time, he grandly opened his social account.

Rainbow Fart Command Center (4)

Fenix: "Children! Father has completed his training and emerged from seclusion!"

A week ago, he announced he was going into seclusion for a week to train.

He often did this, especially before exams when he needed to cram.

Lancelot: "Has Fenny finished his exam?"

Derek: "Poor guy, even being a little butler requires exams!"

Alfred: "Congratulations to Fenix returning from neutering! [Fireworks]"

Fenix: "?"

Lancelot: "?"

Derek: "?"

Alfred: "?? Isn’t it true that only castrated powers qualify as powers?"

Fenix: "In that case, I appoint Alfred as my successor. Dad will have you neutered to prevent future troubles!"

Alfred: "No thanks, dismissed!"

Fenix: "It’s Thursday today. Shall we gather early for dinner tomorrow? Saturday and Sunday, four meals, let’s each treat one meal!"

Two days with four meals was very scientific.

Since nobody wakes up early on weekends anyway.

Fenix sent the message, receiving enthusiastic responses, then closed the chat window and started searching for mid-range dining venues seriously.

Now that he had money, for the dorm farewell dinner, it wasn’t unreasonable to spend a bit more.

Who knows when the four of them would gather together again.

Thinking this, Fenix searched even more earnestly.

Until the meat was served, Fenix was still searching.

While searching, he typed, "Boss, I’m taking two days off this weekend?"

Lion paused, "Two days?"

Fenix nodded, "Going out to eat with friends and staying in the dorm, it’s troublesome to travel back and forth."

This request was reasonable.

Even an old ox only worked for two quarters a year. Asking an employee to stay on high alert all year was impossible.

Especially since Fenix was human.

He had his social life, friends, family, and relatives.

Only now did Lion seem to realize this.

He lowered his gaze, looking at the excited Fenix searching for restaurants, a sudden surge of anger rising in his heart as if his prey was being taken away by someone else.