Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

The door of the interrogation room closed behind him, silently blocking out the blinding pale light from the corridor outside.

The air was filled with a nauseatingly strong smell of disinfectant. Hall stepped into this deliberately cold space, his military boots stepping on the seamless alloy floor, and every step produced a clear, monotonous echo.

In the middle of the room, a figure was curled up in a restraint chair fixed to the floor.

The expensive dress, made of some rare star worm silk, was now wrinkled like a piece of rag found in a discarded garbage dump, covered with suspicious stains. Her hair, which had been carefully groomed, was now messily stuck to her forehead.

Hearing the footsteps, the face suddenly looked up.

Song Lin looked at the person in front of him in horror.

He didn't expect that he had only hinted to Wen Yue a few times, but it was actually discovered.

But why? !

I am a male insect, one of the only two male insects in the world. Isn't that little guy fine? Why did they arrest me?

He doesn't agree!

Wen Yue is a loser. He can't do anything well. It would be better if he could just poison that brat to death.

"It's you!" Song Lin's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rusty iron. "Marshal Hall! Who gave you the courage to lock me up in a place like this? Let me go! Now!"

He struggled violently, and the high-strength alloy restraints on his wrists and ankles rubbed against the metal chair legs, making a harsh and futile scraping sound that echoed repeatedly in the enclosed space.

Facing Song Lin's angry curses, Hall - the supreme commander of the Imperial Fleet, the "Iron-Blooded Thorn" with outstanding interstellar combat exploits - just stood silently three steps away from the restraint chair.

Those eyes, with their dark grey pupils, held a chill that could freeze the core of a star.

Song Lin was choked by the gaze, and then he shouted even more frantically, as if the louder his voice was, the more he could dispel the growing coldness in his heart: "I am the only male insect in the empire! You know better than anyone what my spiritual power means to the empire and all the female insects! His Majesty the Emperor will never allow you to treat me like this! You don't have the power! No!"

He was like a trapped beast forced to the edge of a cliff, screaming with all his might for the only life-saving straw he could grasp - his identity as a male insect that was treasured by the empire.

Hall smiled.

She finally took a step forward.

"Power?" Her voice was not loud, and even had a strange calmness, but it accurately cut through Song Lin's hysterical noise.

"Song Lin, when you hinted to Wen Yue to kill Miao Miao, have you ever thought that you have the power to hurt Miao Miao?"

Song Lin's pupils suddenly contracted, and the arrogance on his face was like a piece of inferior glass that was hit hard, and it was instantly covered with cracks. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but Hall did not give him any chance.

Whenever she thought of the report from the doctor that Miaomiao had been given drugs, her anger could not be suppressed.

If Zhu Yan had not stopped her, if Miaomiao had taken a sip of the bowl of drugged soup, then now, what she would face would not be the disgusting face in front of her, but... Miaomiao's cold body.

The drug can instantly break through the weak mental barrier of young male insects, forcibly ignite their immature mental core, and trigger an uncontrollable energy outburst.

The external manifestation is a persistent high fever, followed by sudden death, with no rescue measures available.

"I, I just wanted to play a joke on her." Song Lin defended himself tremblingly.

When disaster strikes, you still want to make excuses.

"Joke? Then I'll play a joke on you too."

Hall leaned forward slightly, and his cold gaze almost froze Song Lin.

The desire to survive continued to rise in Song Lin's heart. He could see that Hall really wanted to die. "No, no! I am a male insect! His Majesty will not allow you to kill me."

"Kill you?" Hall sneered, "Don't worry, I won't. His Majesty did say that he would spare your life."

When Song Lin heard this, he immediately relaxed.

That's good, that's good.

But before he could be happy, Hall said slowly, "But I only said I would spare your life."

What do you mean?

Song Lin was confused for a moment, then he reacted, his pupils widened in despair, and his adrenaline surged.

The shadow was like a collapsing mountain, completely covering Song Lin on the restraint chair. A terrifying mental pressure from a top female insect warrior, tempered by many battles, no longer restrained, and poured down like a real tide.

Song Lin let out a shrill howl that was not like a human voice.

He felt like his entire body, including his soul, had been thrown into an invisible hydraulic press covered with billions of sharp spikes. The force was crushing down from all directions, trying to completely crush and flatten every bone, every nerve, and every cell in his body! His eyeballs bulged out, bloodshot, and almost broke free from the constraints of his eye sockets.

The body bounced and twitched wildly on the restraint chair, as if it was continuously hit by high-voltage current. The expensive clothes were torn in the violent struggle, revealing the skin underneath that instantly turned purple and swollen.

"Please... let me go..." A broken, blood-foamed plea squeezed out of his twisted mouth, filled with inhuman fear.

Let it go? How is that possible?

"what--!!!"

That scream exceeded the limits of human vocal cords; it was sharp, distorted, filled with complete despair and unimaginable pain, and it almost tore apart the metal walls of the interrogation room.

"I remember his majesty's will very clearly." Hall's voice sounded again, steady without a ripple, "He requires you to be alive. You must be alive." She paused for a moment, and that deliberate pause was more despairing than any torture.

"Even if you are paralyzed or disabled, you are still alive."

"As long as your brain is still functioning, as long as your spiritual core is not completely extinguished, you can continue to perform your only 'role'—" Her gaze seemed to penetrate his broken skin and fell on the spiritual core that was almost shut down by the severe pain but still beating tenaciously, which was the symbol of the male insect.

"--provide spiritual 'comfort' to the empire and the female insect warriors on the front lines." She said the last two words extremely clearly and coldly, completely shattering the last bit of Song Lin's fantasy about dignity and the future.

Hall straightened up and stopped looking at the completely collapsed mass of flesh in the chair that exuded the stench of incontinence.

The heavy alloy door slid open silently, and bright light from the corridor outside poured in, forming a stark demarcation with the suffocating darkness in the interrogation room.

Hall's figure merged into the light without pause, and the door behind her closed silently the moment she stepped out, completely sealing off all the screams, blood, and despair, like closing a living grave.

The hovercraft slid silently into the depths of the manor.

A warm and soft goose-yellow light shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, which formed a separation between the interrogation room and the disgusting smell of disinfectant and blood, like two universes.

Hall pushed open the door, and the warm light of the entrance shone down. In the living room, on the soft carpet, a small figure was lying there, concentrating. The pink puffy skirt was like a blooming flower.

When Miaomiao heard the voice, she immediately looked up. Seeing that it was her grandma, a smile instantly broke out on her chubby little face.

"Grandma!" the little guy called out crisply, dropped the things in his hands, ran over with his short legs, hugged Hall's legs tightly, and rubbed his soft little face against the cold military pants.

The cold and hard lines on Hall's face softened at a speed visible to the naked eye. In his dark gray eyes, the ice that froze everything quickly melted away, leaving only a gentle and warm current that was almost pious.

She bent down and picked up the cub with skillful and careful movements.

"My dear little grandma," she said in a low and loving voice, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, completely different from the coldness she had just shown in the interrogation room, "What are you drawing?"

Miaomiao excitedly raised the crumpled paper in her hand.

"Look! This is a painting by Miaomiao, Dad, Grandma, and Miaomiao!" The fat boy held the painting in front of Hall as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Wow, you're so amazing." Hall held her in his arms, walked to the sofa and sat down, placing the little one safely on his lap, and lowered his head to look at the painting intently.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Yami asked casually as he sat next to Hall.

"solved."

"What to solve?" Miaomiao tilted her head, looking at the mother and son who were playing charades curiously, gossiping a lot.

"Nothing. Come on, Miaomiao, tell grandma about your painting again."

Hall didn't want the kid to be exposed to these things, so he pointed to the paintings and tried to change the subject.

This trick really worked. Miaomiao immediately forgot about everything and focused on explaining her masterpiece.

The family of three huddled together, looking so happy.

In a corner where no one cared, a mechanical electronic sound rang out:

[Congratulations to the host, the mission has been completed. ]