The male pollution value would fluctuate, so the optical computer measured the average pollution value over a ten-minute period.
Qin Mo didn't let Yunyang wait with him. "Mistress, how about I accompany you for a walk outside?"
His father had told him there was an ancient saying from primordial times, something like "a full belly stirs desire," so taking a walk with his Mistress after dinner would help strengthen their bond.
Yunyang really had eaten a bit too much. She nodded, stood up, and followed Qin Mo out of the villa.
The villa was located in one of the most luxurious residential areas on Planet X92, District 3. The entire area contained only two villas, the other belonging to Yunyang's mother, Yun Conglan, but it was currently vacant.
Between the two villas lay a very spacious garden, covered with artificial trees and artificial flowers and plants.
There was no scent of vegetation or blossoms, but the colors matched exactly with photos passed down from ancient times, and looking at them lifted one's spirits.
Accompanied by Qin Mo, Yunyang strolled leisurely.
Her spirit level, below 30%, hadn't yet caused her any discomfort, so she remained in a good mood.
Taking a walk after a full meal was one of her most cherished activities.
But her good mood didn't last long, because a pitch-black figure darted out from somewhere.
Even though she quickly made out the shape of the dark figure, Yunyang was still startled and instinctively stepped back.
Behind her was Qin Mo, and with that backward step, she collided right into his chest.
Qin Mo instinctively reached out to steady her, his arms tightening until the last sliver of space between them vanished, fitting together as if they were made for each other.
That scent...
The amber in Qin Mo's pupils darkened as he suppressed the beastman's surging, primal hunger that threatened to overwhelm him.
He forced himself to focus elsewhere, and then looked toward the male beastman who had burst into view, his brow deeply furrowed.
This male had frightened his Mistress.
Qin Mo's aura enveloped Yunyang. Perhaps it was genetic instinct, but she inexplicably felt much calmer.
Letting out a breath, Yunyang finally looked at Weizhuo, who had appeared out of nowhere. "Weizhuo, are you out of your mind?"
Jumping out like that in the dead of night—didn't he know scaring someone could literally kill them?!
Weizhuo didn't speak. He just looked at her with a complicated expression.
After a long moment, he finally spoke: "Yunyang, why didn't you tell me your spiritual power was S-class?"
Weizhuo had only seen the news on the StarNet that afternoon.
At first, he didn't believe it. He and Yunyang had grown up together, and he had never heard her say her spiritual power was S-class.
Besides, Yunyang's mother had B-class spiritual power, and her father's ability level was only A-class. Under those circumstances, the likelihood of her awakening S-class spiritual power was close to zero.
But when he clicked into the discussion, he found the post had been released by the Planet X92 Spiritual Power Testing Center.
The Testing Center wouldn't release false information, and Federation law strictly prohibited such things, so he had no choice but to believe that Yunyang's spiritual power really was S-class.
Weizhuo didn't deny it—he felt a bit of regret.
This was the third S-class female in the Federation! If he and Yunyang formed a bond, he would never again have to worry about high pollution values, and he wouldn't need to inject that damned suppressant anymore.
Things like true love and freedom were worthless in the face of pollution value threats.
So he came looking for Yunyang.
As for the male who had suddenly appeared by Yunyang's side, Weizhuo paid him no mind.
Yunyang used to say she would only have him as her beast husband.
That unknown male was probably just another suitor who had rushed over to curry favor after learning of Yunyang's spiritual power level.
"Why should I tell you?" Yunyang rolled her eyes.
Did this crooked tree really think it amounted to something?
"If you had told me, I wouldn't have broken off our engagement." Weizhuo's tone was thick with affection, as if the beastman who had so resolutely refused to form a bond earlier that day wasn't him. "Yunyang, I can bond with you right now."
Yunyang wanted to laugh. "Weizhuo, who do you think you are?"
"Before, you begged me day and night to break off the engagement, saying you'd rather die or be exiled to a desolate star than bond with me. Now that the engagement is dissolved exactly as you wished, you come running back to bond with me."
"Weizhuo, don't you have any shame?"
"What makes you think you can summon me or dismiss me at will?"
If it wouldn't dirty her hands, Yunyang wished she could slap Weizhuo twice.
He had completely ruined her good mood—what a pain!
Qin Mo didn't know Weizhuo, but from their conversation, he could roughly guess the history between them.
This Weizhuo had been engaged to his Mistress, but had scorned her and didn't want to bond, constantly clamoring to break it off.
Now that the engagement had been dissolved and news of his Mistress's S-class spiritual power had broken, this Weizhuo regretted it and came begging for reconciliation.
Was there any beastman in the Federation this shameless?
Qin Mo's gaze turned dangerous. He glanced down at Yunyang, still leaning against him, and held back from acting immediately.
His father had said to maintain decorum in front of females, or it would leave a bad impression.
After he escorted his Mistress back to the villa, he would come back and teach this Weizhuo a lesson.
Weizhuo, completely unaware of the beating headed his way, continued to act lovelorn. "Yunyang, I know you're angry. Say whatever you want to curse me—if that still doesn't satisfy you, go ahead and hit me."
Yunyang: "..."
Could this crooked tree stop calling her that nauseatingly? She had nearly thrown up the meal she'd just eaten!
Was he mentally ill?
Yunyang wished she had an ability so she could definitely give Weizhuo a good thrashing.
Maybe she should send Butler Unit 1, 2, and 3 out to teach him a lesson?
Yunyang thought it was feasible. To protect females, robot butlers were installed with combat systems, and the combat power varied with price.
The original owner's three robot butlers had been bought by Yun Conglan at a high price, each with combat power equivalent to an A-class male beastman.
Weizhuo was also A-class, but with three against one, he would definitely lose!
Yunyang immediately turned around, ignoring Weizhuo's sickening expression, grabbed Qin Mo, and headed back toward the villa.
Weizhuo strode forward to catch up, reaching to grab Yunyang's hand, but met the gloomy look in Qin Mo's eyes.
A beastman's instinct for danger made Weizhuo break out in goosebumps, and he yanked his hand back.
Yunyang didn't notice Weizhuo. She quickened her pace back.
When she reached the entrance, Qin Mo suddenly said, "Mistress, I have something to take care of. Please go inside first."
Yunyang nodded and, once back in the villa, immediately issued commands to Butler Units 1, 2, and 3.
On the other side, Weizhuo was still shaken.
Just what sort of background did that male have? One single look had made him feel a danger he had never known before.
Could he be an S-class male?
As Weizhuo was pondering this, his vision suddenly went dark.
"Who's there?!" He spoke warily, but before he could even release his ability, a rock-hard fist slammed ruthlessly into him.
