[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-225":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721525,2198,"Chapter 225 225 – The Bounty That Went Wrong","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-225",225,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 20 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black concierge from the Continental Hotel approached Moonie Fisher and whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Manager, there's an issue in the main lobby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke softly — but not softly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with sharp ears could hear him, because Moonie Fisher hated when people leaned too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff had learned through painful trial and error exactly how quiet — and how far — one could speak to her without getting turned into fertilizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet, and she couldn't hear you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close, and… well, the hotel's plants always needed feeding, and they didn't care whether the fertilizer smelled like chocolate or milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The downside was that nothing stayed secret for long at the Los Angeles Continental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any whiff of trouble spread instantly through the grapevine, pulling every curious ear into whatever was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And maybe that was exactly how Moonie Fisher liked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry, naturally, was one of the \"curious fish\" caught on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though not a contract killer — just the clinic's resident medic — trouble rarely landed directly on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, after three or four years in this world (minus that one stretch in a basement cell), he'd developed a taste for chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once upon a time, he'd planned to keep his head down and coast through life like a true salted fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? If there was drama and he didn't go take a look — he felt like he was cheating himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it was just watching from a distance, munching on metaphorical popcorn, that was still entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Moonie Fisher's \"territory\" had an incident, she couldn't very well pretend not to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her delicate brows arched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"It's about the tiger bounty, ma'am,\" the concierge said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What about it? Did the money not come through? Or did the tiger die?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was already walking briskly toward the lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other busybodies fell in line behind her — Henry among them, playing the part of idle curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, he leaned toward another familiar face in the crowd, another regular looky-loo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Hey, man. The Continental takes that kind of job now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't spell it out, but he made a little finger-gun gesture to his temple — bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other man chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You never know what rich folks are thinking. If they can pay, and someone's willing to do it, the hotel doesn't care what the job is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"You could offer a bounty to dance naked on Main Street — as long as it's over a hundred grand, they'll post it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. The Continental wasn't a moral authority — it was a middleman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money defined what was \"worthy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry made a mental note to check the bounty boards later — maybe there'd be some weird side jobs worth taking for easy cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the concierge continued explaining behind Moonie Fisher:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"The bounty money was fully deposited when the job was posted. Once the contractor completed it, the payment was released as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"The target was to capture a tiger cub under one year old — alive, any sex. That part went smoothly. The problem is that the client who commissioned the bounty… died.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Died?\" Fisher's voice sharpened. \"How?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"They say he was in Africa hunting buffalo and got gored. Didn't make it to the hospital in time — infection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…There was no shortage of bizarre deaths among the rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't shocking anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People assumed the wealthy all died peacefully in bed with grand funerals — but half of them went out in ridiculous ways no one could imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry once heard of a family patriarch whose corpse stayed unburied for over a decade because of inheritance disputes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, the show must go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What about his family?\" Fisher asked. \"Just deliver the tiger to them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"They don't want it,\" the concierge said awkwardly. \"They're not cancelling the bounty or reclaiming the money, but they said we can 'dispose of it however we like.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't unheard of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a client canceled a bounty after the job was done, the Continental never refunded the deposit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assassin still got paid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moneyed clients or not, those who used the Continental knew what business they were in — life-and-death transactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone risked their neck to finish a mission and then got told, 'Sorry, we're not paying,' guess who'd end up dead next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting an armed killer go insane wasn't good for anyone's health.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after a few such \"incidents,\" the Continental learned where its loyalties lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rich or powerful, it didn't matter — cross the assassins, and you could clean up your own mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this case, the target wasn't a person — it was a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A living, breathing thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, if the target was an item, the hotel could just toss it into storage or find another buyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this? This was a tiger cub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You couldn't exactly lock that in the warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And keeping it in the hotel? Out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiger, even a baby, was a top predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeding, housing, and handling it required trained staff, proper space, and a fortune in meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>California didn't exactly have strict laws about exotic pets — as long as the animal didn't maul anyone, the authorities turned a blind eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant the options were grim:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lock it in a tiny cage and starve it slowly… or euthanize it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Fisher even considered a \"certain island nation's\" preferred disposal method — concrete barrel, deep sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she stepped into the lobby, though, that thought evaporated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd had gathered, chattering and craning for a look at something in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they saw the hotel manager approach, the crowd parted instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there it was — a tiger cub in a cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being \"young,\" it was already larger than most full-grown small dogs — at least two months old, likely heavier than ten kilos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And like all baby animals, it radiated a strange, irresistible charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Fisher locked eyes with it — those wide amber eyes blinking innocently — all thoughts of \"concrete and ocean\" disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Where's the one who brought it in?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concierge looked around, then answered awkwardly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Apparently, he took the reward and ran.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"What?\" Fisher's tone snapped. \"Walt! Who was it? Can we track him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>> \"Seems to have been a poacher from out of town. Heard about the bounty, came to L.A., caught the tiger, got paid, and disappeared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonie Fisher could only stare at the cub — speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those round eyes blinked up at her again, as if mocking the entire absurd situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dead client, a live tiger, and a pile of unclaimed money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at the Continental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! 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