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Under the curious, furtive gazes of the vendors and customers, the group of six fish followed the bald manager through the VIP area to the second floor.

The environment on the second floor is a dramatic improvement over the one below.

The rough black stone slabs beneath my feet were no longer covered with soft red velvet carpet—

Sea anemone fleece.

The ordinary coral wall has been replaced with a complete, crystal-clear coral skeleton.

The corridor wasn't long.

At the end was a heavy double door.

The bald-headed manager pushed open the door and bowed, gesturing for the man to enter.

Inside is a semi-circular reception room of over a hundred square meters, with a transparent ceiling and floor. Several manta rays emitting a soft glow "dance" in the room, making it bright and elegant.

The water was filled with a kind of incense that smelled of seaweed.

It also seemed to have a calming effect; after Aurora smelled it, her tense and irritable nerves were soothed, and her fins, which had been half-open, were retracted.

Behind a huge, semi-circular desk made entirely of translucent crystal, a swivel chair faces away from the door.

"Gentlemen, it's an honor to meet you all."

As the swivel chair slowly turned around, a very magnetic baritone voice rang out.

The man who spoke was wearing a dark blue suit, a crisp tie, and even had a neatly folded triangular handkerchief stuffed in his breast pocket.

The man held a half-full glass of clear yellow liquid in his hand, and his every move exuded composure.

"Carlos, I thought you'd be hiding with that old woman and wouldn't dare come out."

The man placed his wine glass on the table.

Although the other party didn't seem angry at all, Carlos still didn't dare to respond.

This guy is notoriously cunning!

Ignoring this show of force, it wagged its tail and stepped forward, casually tossing the "key to the door," the Tear of the Deep Sea, onto the table.

Against the backdrop of the light ray and the crystal table, the teardrop-shaped gemstone refracted a dazzling, ethereal blue light, and rolled over to the man in the suit.

"Nice to meet you."

He pulled out the comfortable swivel chair opposite him and sat down, his long, silver fishtail casually coiled beneath the chair.

Bob picked up the gem with two fingers and examined it against the light source.

"Generous. It's truly rare these days... Logically speaking, it's enough to buy whatever you want."

After saying that, he stood up.

At this point, the entire view behind the desk was completely exposed to everyone's sight.

I thought she was a well-behaved mermaid.

Unexpectedly, instead of an elegant fishtail, there were eight thick, dark purple tentacles beneath the hem of the suit jacket.

Unlike Klaus, who is always gesticulating wildly and constantly getting his hands tied in knots.

When Bob took action.

These tentacles wriggled rhythmically on the red anemone carpet, somewhat comical... yet strangely elegant and steady.

Upper body: The Wolf of Wall Street; Lower body: Cthulhu.

This contrast is quite explosive even in the entire Ocean Era.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments:

[This guy... doesn't he feel uncomfortable wearing a suit?!]

[Whose legitimate mob boss has the lower body of an octopus? Hahaha!]

[Um...we usually talk about suit-wearing thugs, but I never thought I'd see a suit-wearing Cthulhu in my lifetime = =]

[I must say, his fashion sense is pretty good (doge)]

Bob slid out from behind his desk and gentlemanly led Renyi from his swivel chair to the sofa where guests were seated.

"Please have a seat, everyone."

Without any hesitation, the group sat down and accepted the five cups that Bob handed them at the same time.

To some extent, a species' genes can largely reflect a mermaid's fighting ability and personality.

Bob quickly glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on any tail.

He had spent many years in the Silent Channel and the Deep Blue Kingdom, and had seen many strange and unusual mutants, but this leader in front of him...

He searched through all the species illustrations in his memory but couldn't find a match.

However, he knew very well—

Those who hold high positions are often the most dangerous, especially if they appear beautiful and harmless.

"My friend, your...tail."

Bob, holding his glass, offered a dry compliment, "The luster is superb. This structure, well... it's not very hydrodynamic... very unique."

Without batting an eye, he readily accepted this utterly meaningless flattery:

"I also think... she's naturally beautiful."

Bob was amused and didn't dwell on the topic.

He turned his head and looked with great interest at Klaus, who was still struggling with his eight legs.

Both are tentacle monsters,

In his eyes, Klaus was no different from a zombie who hadn't eaten for half a year.

"Oh, look who this is?"

He extended a tentacle in a very friendly manner, attempting to perform a friendly handshake gesture between his own kind.

Klaus's hair stood on end, and all eight tentacles retracted behind Renyi beside him.

"Stay away from me, thank you!"

He absolutely refuses to touch any disgusting mollusks!

Bob wasn't annoyed. He naturally withdrew his tentacles and took a sip of the clear yellow liquid in his glass.

"Dude, don't try to force instructions with your brain."

He shared his experience as someone who had been through it all:

"Distract yourself, let your nerve endings take the lead... By the way, how about considering changing jobs? I offer generous salaries, paid annual leave, and full medical coverage. As for salary... it's negotiable."

"Thank you for your kind offer. However, I am very satisfied with my current team."

Klaus turned his head away.

No, I get dizzy just looking at it.

That's such a shame.

Bob shrugged, his tentacles nimbly retreating, and added earnestly:

"The intelligence of our octopus clan is simply outstanding in this savage underwater world! Look at those guys outside, their heads are stuffed with seaweed."

He glanced meaningfully to the side.

At that moment, Ivan, who was left unattended, was clinging to the doorpost, trying to bite off a piece of wood from the hard doorpost.

"Boss, this wood is a bit hard." He didn't forget to report even in his busy schedule.

"..."

Bob made no attempt to hide his disdain:

"Especially sharks and mermaids!"

Renyi rubbed his temples, his head aching: "I stuffed nearly twenty kilograms of dried meat into his food on the way here."

That was all the cooked food he had on him.

"But the shark man's appetite is a bottomless pit. Boss Bob, this is really affecting the efficiency of our conversation going forward."

"It's nothing."

Bob snapped his fingers cheerfully, and the bald manager who had just led the way poked his head in.

"Take this big guy to Warehouse Number Three; food is unlimited."

"Oh, right..."

Bob leaned forward slightly, one tentacle tip pressed against his mouth, and quickly instructed in a low voice:

"Let's start with that batch of low-grade clam meat that's about to expire!"

He paused, as if recalling the inventory list, and then added to it.

"And those leftovers of the six-eyed seals... yes, the ones that didn't look good."

The manager remained completely unfazed, clearly accustomed to his boss's style. He nodded calmly, then turned and gestured for Ivan to disappear through the door.

Any: "..."

"cough."

Bob calmly sat back down opposite him, his eight legs elegantly crossed.

"Now that the problem is solved, let's talk about... a deal worth one Deep Sea Tear."