Chapter 847: Someone watches the sea, someone is loved, someone is working overtime until now

Abulu's feeling wasn't particularly bothersome—especially after parting ways with the police.

To be honest, just after returning from the alliance base that had recommended Mefilas, when he had to face the police's follow‑up questioning again, he already felt a sense of torment.

After all, being questioned about what he saw and felt at the alliance base made it hard not to recall his interrogation experience at three or four in the morning.

Only half of the 24th had passed, and he already felt utterly exhausted, yet unexpectedly, after seeing off those police officers, the troublesome monster girls cared about him and the company's future development both online and in person.

That was understandable.

After all, the chairman turning himself in is no small matter; if it weren't for the overwhelming big news these past two days, he could even have secured a top‑ten spot in the hot‑search scramble.

For those onlookers this was already the case, let alone for the monster girls who are company employees—without a doubt it was a huge deal for them.

A certain 'instigator' was so anxious they seemed ready to burst into tears on the phone.

At first, helping to relay the news just felt like a vague excitement that 'something happened to the boss'; only after looking at the news did he grasp the scale of the problem, and although he wanted to ask for details, he ended up unable to make contact for several whole hours.

Contacting Aomo was the same—aside from the bomb, nobody knew what else was going on; only baseless rumors kept twisting and spreading.

For several whole hours, the group chat was bombarded with information that held no trace of truth; the few veteran monster girls acting as big sisters quickly got in touch with the boss, but instead they helped block the news, each turning into a riddle‑speaker.

The only thing worth celebrating was lending her a hand—the claim that the Golden Ancient Bridge Maiden was the culprit never really took hold in the company or among friends; instead, there was a faint sense of gratitude.

It seemed as if she had saved the boss and everyone's lives……

But she felt nothing of the sort.

Only a persistent unease lingered, as if she had caused a big trouble, and upon finally seeing the boss alive she couldn't help but ask after his well‑being, questions pouring forth.

Among the questions were even ones like 'Where did Aomo go, why can't we reach him?'—a type that's currently hard to answer, giving Abulu a continuing feeling of being imprisoned.

Besides having nothing to say, what else could he say?

Not long ago, the police officers even repeatedly urged, as they were leaving, that all information about the participants in this operation was confidential and must not be leaked in the slightest.

Fortunately, his subordinates are all obedient and sensible young women; even the restless, unbending Clara will, if told the other party is busy, behave herself and endure.

But other people's young women are clearly different.

"Can you get in touch with the trainer? Please ask him when he'll come back." a polite girl with a sense of distance asked him.

"Yeah, Guinea Pig Kid, you didn't even consult me about such a big matter—I'll have to settle the score with you~" The dark‑red‑haired girl whose eyes looked like they were behind blinds, giving an unsettling stare, also walked over as if it were natural.

Moreover, her dark‑gold eyes glimmered faintly, giving him a similar creepy feeling:

"……May I ask if the trainer needs help?" the girl with flowing black hair inquired.

Very familiar……

When surrounded by these girls, he even felt a distant familiarity—the same shudder he felt when, as a novice, he first extracted monster cells and, due to a mishap, inadvertently confronted that information.

It stemmed not from danger, but from sheer determination.

Now that the technology is mature, even those monster girls would not readily exude such a threatening aura, yet these rabbit‑ear girls displayed their determination freely, as if unbound.

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Looking again at the silent girl standing far away, her inorganic gaze firmly locked onto his reddish‑brown‑haired girl……

So the trainer is actually a kind of occupation that cultivates beastly nature…… He instinctively thought that, feeling he now had a common topic with Mr. Lindon.

But why ask him?

Clearly Ultraman Sai Luo and Ultraman Jie De are right beside him, aren't they?

Looking at the 'action team' members who had actively invited him to the scene to discuss the plan, Chairman Abulu immediately realized he had been tricked into taking the fall.

How outrageous!

As a proud member of the Ultraman clan, could they possibly lack the courage to talk to underage girls!?

He had wanted to shout a rebuke, but the gaze of Iga Chestnut Lingren after taking off her glasses was still too… unsettling.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and repeat the lines he used to handle his subordinates' girls, and…… obviously, it couldn't convince anyone.

"So you've come running back again?"

"This is clearly the place you least want to be."

His black palm clenched into a fist, propping up the metallic bone that extended like a collar to one side of his cheek.

Still in the form of a Mefilas alien, Aomo sat in the corner of the alliance hall, seeming to meditate, his weary voice sounding…… perhaps even more tired than him?

"Uh…" With that slightly illusory feeling, Abulu stubbornly retorted, "Yabo people can't step into the same trap twice!"

"Cut it out, you haven't been beaten up by Ace any less."

"Ah… you really are a nasty alien, Mefilas."

"Are you looking for me just to complain and then spout nonsense?"

His right fist unmoved, he merely lifted his black left hand, the palm joint showing faint red marks; the Mefilas alien looked genuinely exhausted.

"You… you okay?" As a particularly independent Yabo, Abulu's compassion easily brushed aside the clan's great grudge.

"I'm fine, just wanted to nap a bit, but got disturbed by a middle‑aged man who's hopeless at chatting with little girls."

"Why should I be told that? I want to sleep too!" Abulu sprang to his feet; although the chairman was used to being teased and complained about by the 'daughters', he refused to take anger from a man.

This also drew curious glances from many other aliens, who at first tried to hide it but now stared directly.

However, because the private‑room system was working normally, they couldn't hear this side's conversation, taking it as business or idle chat gone awry.

After all, that's Abulu…… nobody can chat with him.

Although the top ten affiliates in the business alliance are all major figures hard to surpass, their standings still differ, and their reputations vary as well.

Abulu, having shifted in recent years from monster ranching to monster‑girl projects, may earn a lot and operate on a large scale, but among peers his reputation has been in a long‑term decline.

Mainly, development policies have become increasingly conservative and stable, leaving few chances for new joint ventures to 'make money together'.

Thus sayings like 'playing house with little girls' or 'making money off girls' spread and fermented with the help of those who had an agenda.

Nowadays his image lies somewhere between 'pure‑bred otaku' and 'useless dad in the sex industry', and since he himself dislikes putting himself forward in the alliance, the clique image formed inside the alliance has also worsened.

However, this sort of problem is trivial, a natural consequence of being up high where the wind is strong.

Entrepreneurs in the top ten of the Alliance basically all have this kind of reputation flaw, and Aburu himself doesn't care either.

He only cares about the fate of his masterpieces and how those masterpieces view him.

Of course, now we probably also have to add Mr. Lindun's opinion.

At this moment he hasn't realized yet, but because of the accomplice plot and the recent sense of solidarity from 'his subordinates also have a group of troublesome little girls,' he has started to place some importance on Aomo's attitude and opinion.

In the past, he could calmly deal with nitpicking in business collaborations for the sake of his masterpieces, not minding sarcastic remarks, and would even shout over the other person's simple two sentences: 'I've only slept three hours these two days!'

"What a coincidence, I also only slept two hours."

No longer maintaining the pose of propping his head with his fists, Meifeilasi lightly tapped his cheeks with two fingers, looking a bit headache.

"... Ah, okay!" After a few seconds of silence, still unwilling, he scratched his hard back of the head and said angrily, "You won, but I was woken up by you shouting Kelala!"

"You mean you don't need that phone call and want to continue your weak showdown until dawn?"

"..." Aburu fell silent again, ultimately unable to keep up his tough front, merely pounding the table with a fist and burying himself in silence.

"I can understand your pent-up frustration and the difficulty of this journey, and I wish to apologize to Suzi, Aizhi, and those few horse girls for the psychological harm they've caused you."

"It's not that big a loss..." Aburu muttered softly.

Even without the airs of a chairman, admitting as a middle-aged Yabo person that he was frightened by a few high school girls is still a bit embarrassing.

"In any case, I'm sorry, but I also suggest that your top priority right now is to get some rest; tomorrow is the main event."

"Ah... aren't you going to sleep too?"

"As a newcomer, I need to be more enthusiastic, more proactive, and more sociable to fit into the group; I'm doing my best to familiarize myself with the structure and members here, and also..."

"The Xibolite alien is also someone who knows how to slip in through the cracks; although he accepted me into tomorrow's actual work, he also doesn't forget to use my association's connections here, and later he'll come over to discuss with me how many people he can squeeze onto Saichang for personal gain."

"You really have that authority?" Aburu still thought Aomo's persona was just a persona.

"For now, I do, but I need to be sufficiently real so as not to be outdone by other 'colleagues'."

"Those newly joined are indeed the case; I heard they even met and two died?"

"Mercenaries are like that; having so many of them is just causing trouble, and although I expected the association to get involved, they're really too amateur."

"You being this professional also leaves me rather speechless..." Aburu muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Meifeilasi slightly turned his head, the trembling finger resting beside his head showing an even greater headache.

"Nothing... anyway, is it okay for us to talk about this here?"

"You're only asking about this now?"

Finally unable to tolerate the other's stupidity, Meifeilasi let out a long sigh, but still spoke up: "The witch beast has confirmed that although Jierbalis is still monitoring and computing, its own condition seems somewhat abnormal, with the data network showing many gaps, and this is one of them."

"Although it will be quickly filled in today, for now it's still safe, but she lacks confidence to locate the other's whereabouts without exposing herself, so I intend to go back and talk with that 'fellow clansman' we met when we first arrived."

"That Meifeilasi alien from Paradise Digital Company? I'm not too optimistic about him; he's not easy to get along with."

"Normally, Meifeilasi aliens are not easy to get along with."

"... That's indeed true."

Looking at this Meifeilasi alien before him, Aburu nodded in conviction.