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I find this Bob the boss quite interesting.

He's shrewd with his calculations, thick-skinned, and most importantly, frank—

It made him feel very close to it.

"May I borrow your secret passage?" Ren Yi got straight to the point. "We need to go to the Deep Blue Kingdom."

Bob's gaze, which had been repeatedly admiring the light rays on the ceiling, shifted to Carlos, then lingered between Carlos and Renyi.

"Things are really tense right now, my friends. The Deep Blue Kingdom is like a volcano about to erupt. Even my pack of bloodthirsty minions don't dare come near. Why do you have to go and cause trouble at this time?"

He sighed, his tentacles tangling together on the carpet.

"Hiss... Of course, it's not impossible..."

"But the price needs to be recalculated... This beautiful stone is only enough for your one-way ticket, the little mermaid with the silver tail."

"puff--"

A soft laugh rang out, somewhat out of place.

Nathan gracefully swam above everyone's heads, spreading his broad tail fin, obscuring the light of the manta ray and casting a shadow that was incredibly oppressive.

"Sir, if you're bad at math, you can take a basic course and have our Ivan teach you... One Deep Sea Tear is enough to buy your 'rotten fish and shrimp'."

He made a funny face in a sarcastic tone.

"You won't even cover the toll for six people?"

"Huh, six people?"

Bob smiled and changed his posture—

It fiddled with each of its eight legs one by one, like playing the piano.

He then gestured at Klaus from a distance: "Hey you with wings up there, you're the one who should learn math. This guy can set up two tables by himself. By my rules... he has to be counted as eight people."

Klaus: "..."

I'm sorry, boss, I've caused you trouble!

"According to your logic, if a centipede passes by you, wouldn't it go bankrupt on the spot?"

"It's okay, I don't accept arthropods here!" Bob said without changing his expression.

[My god, did you learn this calculation from being pretty?]

[No problem, you pay me to maintain order, and I get free illicit funds in return (doge)]

[Hahaha, upstairs, maybe she learned how to be pretty from this person?]

Carlos panicked.

"You old fool, you're just blatantly trying to extort money, aren't you?!"

"I've walked through that lousy secret passage more than ten times, when have I ever paid anyone?!"

Oh ho, you dare to self-destruct?

Bob's attempt to light a deep-sea cigar was abruptly halted.

"What?! Ten or more times? You green-feathered pheasant, do you think this place is a vegetable market? I've been here today—"

He suddenly grabbed an ornament from the coffee table and pretended to smash it.

Carlos was not to be outdone.

He sprang up with a "whoosh" and pulled out an abstractly shaped object from behind his back.

It was a full meter long, with an unknown skull attached to the end, and six red hairs of varying thickness stretched along the middle...

Mop handle.

This is the "exclusive artifact" that Klaus reluctantly gave up for him after the red kiwi fruit made a great contribution by hard-controlling it.

With a flick of his finger, the strings vibrated wildly.

"Sizzle—buzz—!"

The ear-piercing, demonic sound instantly cracked the coffee table, while the light rays that were freely roaming beneath and above it crashed against the transparent wall with a "bang."

"Come on! You really think I'm afraid of you, you tentacle monster?!"

If it weren't for the fear that this old man's bad luck would cause trouble for Granny Li...

He... he didn't even bother to say hello!

Carlos was yelling at the top of his lungs, as if he was about to start a death concert on the spot.

In stark contrast to the clamoring Carlos, Bob remained silent.

His upper body remained completely still, and he even held a wine glass in his hand, but his eight tentacles suddenly sprang up and were raised into the air in unison.

"call out--"

One was wrapped with a greatsword, another with a meteor hammer, and a gleaming spear... and two others each held a ridiculously large-caliber gun!

In a short time.

The underwater office, seemingly a dream, was filled with a murderous aura.

"Come."

Bob slowly and deliberately fastened his tie with one hand, making a neat and tidy knot.

"If you dare play even one more note... I'll beat your green tail into mincemeat."

to be frank.

Nathan was starting to think about leaving. It was clearly a problem within the seafood industry, so why were these humans getting involved?

But this scene... is just too funny!

"Heh—hahahaha, yes, I'm sorry..."

Carlos and Bob below remained focused on each other, ignoring Nathan who was drifting around.

At this critical moment.

"cough."

He coughed lightly to draw their attention to himself, while simultaneously signaling to Nathan with his eyes to get down and sit properly.

"Mr. Bob, you've overdone it."

Bob didn't give Yi a meaningful look, nor did he show any intention of putting down his weapon: "Rules are rules."

"Come on, don't try to play these psychological tactics on us."

With a gentle smile, he stood up first and pressed down the keys on Carlos's piano, making him sit properly. Then he swam over to Bob and sat down next to him. The two buddies put their arms around each other's shoulders and clinked glasses.

He didn't believe that this shabby, green-haired mermaid could sneak around right under Bob's nose a dozen times without being noticed.

If you really care...

This guy should have been turned into a plate of mermaid sashimi long ago.

Since Bob knew everything about Carlos and the Third Princess, it's more likely that—

He's betting on something.

"With internal strife within the Deep Blue Kingdom and such a major incident occurring in the Abyss Rift Prison, how many years have you been waiting for this upheaval?"

The real intention behind their exorbitant demands wasn't to ask for tolls, but rather to assess whether they were even qualified to participate.

If you're both brave and reckless and get intimidated...

Then he can take the opportunity to make a fortune.

If they are brave but lack strategy, then they should immediately back down, respectfully escort them across the border, and then sell them to the royal family.

He casually raised his glass and took a small sip.

"..."

(ㅎ.ㅎ) I can't appreciate it.

"Anyway," he said, placing the cup into one of Bob's tentacles and carefully examining the glowing spear on it.

"To put it bluntly, from now on, Carlos's friends are our friends."

this sentence.

He immediately included Carlos in his camp and then handed Bob a business card to form an alliance.

I accepted it.

All past grievances between you shall be wiped clean.

Carlos looked at Renyi with teary eyes.

Bob remained expressionless, but the eight raised tentacles slowly lowered, and the weapons were carefully hidden under the sofa.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

He clapped his hands and laughed, his shoulders and back completely relaxed, and turned his head to look at the young man beside him with admiration.

"I really like you. Seriously, who do you work for? Are you thinking of switching jobs? My company offers great pay, paid annual leave, full medical coverage, and the salary..."

Klaus rolled his eyes.

This disgusting mollusk is really persistent in its attempts to undermine others.

Without batting an eye, Ren Yi made up a lie: "Forget it, our Renyi Society is big and powerful, and the benefits are better."