Then let the witch offer her loyalty

His voice was loud and clear, carrying an undeniable sense of command.

"Huh?" Wolf Moon froze, not understanding what this meant.

Before she could voice her doubts, Chen Moxin pulled out a thick wooden stick from her back and slapped Lang Yue on the buttocks with a "smack".

"Shake hands, quickly!"

Wolf Moon was completely bewildered, not understanding what was going on. She could only timidly extend a small hand covered in grass leaves and place it in front of Chen Moxin.

"Yes, very well-behaved." Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction and shook hands with Lang Yue.

He then took out a piece of beef cube from his pocket and casually tossed it over.

Wolf Moon smelled the aroma of meat. Having not eaten for two days, she couldn't resist any longer. She jumped up and caught a piece of beef in mid-air. After landing, she chewed it with a blissful expression, her ears twitching with pleasure.

Before she had even finished chewing, Chen Moxin took out a second piece of beef cube and pointed it in front of her: "Come here, spin around."

Wolf Moon's eyes immediately glued to the piece of meat. It ran up and squatted down in front of Chen Moxin, spinning around in circles while making expectant whimpering sounds.

"Good boy, sit down."

"Lie down."

"Showing your belly."

"shake hands."

"Twice."

"Sit still, let me touch your ear."

Chen Moxin issued various instructions, and as long as the task was done correctly, a piece of beef would be awarded immediately.

If anyone had reacted even a fraction slower, the "dog-beating stick" in their hand would have been swung right at them.

From initial awkwardness, Lang Yue's movements became increasingly fluid and graceful, reaching a conditioned reflex state where she could react quickly. One moment she would shake hands, the next she would run around him, then she would lie on the ground exposing her belly—she was extremely skilled at it.

Zhou Yan, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of weird play is this...?

Chen Moxin played with Lang Yue for about half an hour, then coughed lightly and her expression became serious.

"Wolf Moon, I've come to inform you of something." Chen Moxin stood on the giant rock where Wolf Moon used to lie, looking down at him with an aura of authority.

Wolf Moon immediately sat up straight, his ears perking up: "Boss, you say it!"

Chen Moxin stood with her hands behind her back and slowly said, "As you know, this is the Management Bureau. As a witch, you have an obligation to cooperate with the containment, but you have many bad habits that must be corrected as soon as possible."

He counted on his fingers, listing off the rules one by one: "First, you're not allowed to be possessive of your food anymore—just eat your food properly, no one's going to take it from you, and don't bite anyone who gets near your bowl."

Second, no howling or screaming late at night—especially in the early hours of the morning. Don't howl at the moon; that's definitely disturbing the peace.

"Third, do not attack or bite people who have their backs to you—they are just turning their backs to you, not provoking you, and several people have already been injured by you."

Wolf Moon opened her mouth as if to speak, but Chen Moxin spoke first: "Also, you will still live in this containment room from now on, but starting next week, this place will be converted into a semi-open management area."

"That means there will be regulatory personnel coming in for inspections and evaluations from time to time. You're not allowed to attack them. Do you understand?"

Wolf Moon, who had already been listening for a while, couldn't contain herself any longer and jumped up: "But, but, many of these are rules of the wolf pack, and that's how the wolf pack operates! The ancestral laws cannot be changed!"

Chen Moxin spoke calmly, as if coaxing an impatient child: "This is a new era. We must also strive to build a new era of 'wolf packs,' and we can no longer cling to the old ways of the society."

Wolf Moon opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for words, and could only scratch the back of her head, her ears drooping helplessly: "But, I've been like this since I was little, it's become a habit, I just can't change it..."

"Can't change it?" Chen Moxin's lips curled into a meaningful smile as she brandished the sturdy dog-beating stick in her hand. "What habit in this world can't be changed? If it can be changed, it can be changed."

He looked at Zhou Yan and pointed into the distance: "Zhou Yan, run that way."

"Huh?" Zhou Yan didn't react at first. "Run? Why would we run?"

Chen Moxin gave her a push: "Stop talking nonsense, just run! Run, run!"

“…Oh.” Zhou Yan didn’t say much, silently turned around, and started jogging in the direction indicated, glancing back furtively as he ran.

At that moment, Wolf Moon's ears perked up instinctively, and it crouched on the ground, its eyes fixed on Zhou Yan's back with a fierce look.

Driven by hunting instinct, Wolf Moon tensed up, its legs exerting slight force, ready to pounce and bite the fleeing prey in the next second.

But just as she took half a step...

"Smack!" A clean and swift strike came down from above, the dog-beating stick landing on her buttocks without warning.

"Awooo—" Wolf Moon cried out in pain, its newly built-up momentum deflated like a punctured balloon, its ears drooped, and it just squatted there in despair.

Chen Moxin stroked the dog-beating stick in his hand and grinned, "Over the next period of time, I will help you correct those bad habits until you completely change them."

...

Around noon, a new application popped up in the internal system of the detention area's supervisory department.

The submitter is Chen Moxin, and the content is concise and clear:

[Application Content]

To further enhance the socialization and adaptability of individual SWAB-138 (code name: Mad Blood Witch), it is proposed to arrange for her to dine at public canteens accompanied by herself for a period of time.

【Remark】

I will monitor the entire process, strictly control their emotions and behavior, and will take repressive measures if necessary.

When the regulators saw the number "SWAB-138", their expressions changed instantly.

"Has Chen Moxin gone mad?"

"Bring the Wolf Moon Public Canteen? Isn't that just asking for trouble?!"

"That girl can't have anyone next to her while she's eating, and you expect her to queue with other people for food? It's a miracle nothing's going to go wrong..."

As a notorious bully in the containment area, Wolf Moon's various evil deeds are widely known.

She has an extremely strong food guarding habit. If anyone gets even slightly close to her while she's eating, she's likely to be attacked. As a result, no supervisor dares to feed her in front of her, and the meat she eats is transported by machine.

Now, Chen Moxin is actually going to take this bully to the public cafeteria and have him eat with everyone else? Won't the others suffer?

The head of the shelter couldn't make up his mind about this, so he reported it to his superiors.

Later, the bureau leaders considered that with Chen Moxin, nominally the "Wolf King," present, their safety was initially guaranteed.

Furthermore, further socialization and adaptation training for the Wolf Moon is necessary.

After all, from the perspective of the bureau, if Chen Moxin's training this time is successful and can truly stabilize Wolf Moon, it would undoubtedly be a good thing.

After careful consideration, the bureau decided that the large number of people in the general management area would make things more likely to go wrong, and they didn't want to frighten the normal witches, so they chose the canteen in the strict management area as the location.

At lunchtime, Lang Yue was led into the canteen of the strictly controlled area by Chen Moxin.

As soon as he entered the gate, Wolf Moon's furry wolf ears stood up abruptly, and he felt waves of blood pounding in his brain, a surge of rage rising within him.

Inside the cafeteria, rows of witches sat, some biting into chicken legs, some shoveling rice into their mouths, and a few gossiping as they ate.

All of this was nothing short of a provocation to Wolf Moon!

She hasn't even eaten yet, how dare these people?!

In an instant, Wolf Moon's eyes began to turn red, its breathing became heavy and irritable, and it even bent its knees slightly, preparing to pounce and bite.

Soon, Chen Moxin noticed Lang Yue's unusual behavior and intentionally or unintentionally shook the dog-beating stick in her hand.

Wolf Moon seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water; his eyes instantly became much clearer, the churning bloodlust gradually subsided, and his eyes returned to their original color.

Although she managed to suppress her rage and impulse, everything here made Wolf Moon feel extremely uncomfortable.

The air was filled with the greasy smell of frying, the raw smell of blanched vegetables, and the pungent smell of seasoning powder, all mixed together in a very unpleasant odor.

The sounds of rice spoons and bowls clattering and clanging could be heard everywhere. Witches would walk by every now and then, and a few particularly annoying ones would even glance at her as if she were some kind of magical creature.

"Ugh..." Wolf Moon's nose wrinkled uncontrollably, he bared his teeth, and a faint growl came from his throat. He really wanted to pin those most arrogant witches to the ground and beat them up.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Chen Moxin tapped the table a few more times with the dog-beating stick.

Wolf Moon shuddered, reluctantly pressing his ears to the back of his head, only then feeling a little more at ease.

Before long, the food for Wolf Moon was served: a full bowl of bloody raw beef.

The witches looked at this scene with strange expressions and whispered among themselves.

"What's wrong with this person? Why is he eating raw meat?"

"Wow, this is a bit disgusting. If I eat this, I'll be full of parasites."

"How terrifying! Is the Bureau deliberately abusing her?"

"Look at her ears, they're so furry and funny, hahaha."

The witches were actually talking very quietly, but Wolf Moon's ears were just too sharp. What was barely audible to ordinary people sounded no different to her than loud conspiracies.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his head, and Wolf Moon unconsciously tightened his grip on the raw meat, squeezing it flat with a splat. Blood gushed out from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

We must defeat a few people today to establish our authority!

Chapter 213 888 Head

Wolf Moon's back began to tremble slightly, its teeth clenched, and a low growl, almost audible, escaped its throat. Its fur stood on end, and it looked ready to pounce.

Just as she was about to pounce on those who kept babbling, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Moxin standing next to her.

Chen Moxin sat cross-legged on a chair, her expression serious and indifferent, her hand casually touching the dog-beating stick beside her.

The anger burning in Wolf Moon's heart was instantly extinguished. He loosened his fists, his shoulders slumped down, and his face was full of frustration, like a little wolf cub whose tail had been stepped on but dared not cry out.

Unable to vent her anger, Lang Yue could only channel it into her appetite, picking up her rice bowl and burying her head in the beef, as if it were the flesh of those gossipy witches, thus easing the restlessness in her heart.

After their initial curiosity, the witches stopped paying attention to Wolf Moon, and the atmosphere in the cafeteria gradually returned to normal.

Wolf Moon was engrossed in eating meat, thoroughly enjoying his meal.

Suddenly, a hand reached for her rice bowl without warning.

Her ears perked up instantly, she sprang to her feet, gripped the rice bowl in front of her tightly with both hands, and let out a low, fierce roar.

"Hmmmm!!!"

She bared her teeth in fury, her eyes extremely fierce, as if she were about to bite and tear the other person to pieces at any moment.

Chen Moxin's hand froze in mid-air as she and Lang Yue locked eyes, time seemingly standing still.

The next moment, Chen Moxin grabbed the dog-beating stick beside her and swung it across Lang Yue's forehead.

"Thump!" Wolf Moon was sent flying by the blow, rolling several times on the ground before finally crashing against the wall with a thud, landing on his back.

The meat in the rice bowl spilled all over the floor, startling the witches who were eating nearby. The entire cafeteria became eerily quiet; you could even hear the sound of chopsticks falling onto the table.

"Try yelling again?"

When Lang Yue saw Chen Moxin walking over with the dog-beating stick, his eyes cleared up.

She sat on the ground with her head tucked in, her ears pressed back like airplane ears, her eyes narrowed into slits, and occasionally she would unconsciously stick out her tongue and lick her lips.

At this moment, she didn't dare to look Chen Moxin in the eye, but only cautiously stole glances at him, and faintly made a humming sound with a flattering meaning in her throat.

Chen Moxin slammed the dog-beating stick into the ground and looked down at Lang Yue from his high position.

"If you dare to be possessive of your food again, you'll get a beating with this stick until you're full, you hear me?"

Wolf Moon shrank his neck and nodded.

"Do you still dare to yell at people?"

Wolf Moon quickly shook his head, his ears twitching left and right to show his obedience.

"Very good." Chen Moxin pointed to the seat with the dog-beating stick. "Sit back down."

Before the "Wolf King," Wolf Moon dared not be angry or speak out, and obediently sat back in its original position.

Chen Moxin picked up the rice bowl and meat from the ground, placed them back in front of Lang Yue, and said in a commanding tone, "Eat."

Wolf Moon continued to eat obediently.

During this time, Chen Moxin continued to harass Lang Yue using various methods.

Wolf Moon was engrossed in gnawing on her meat when Chen Moxin reached out and moved her rice bowl a little closer to her.

Wolf Moon's ears immediately perked up, but quickly drooped back down.