[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-kryptonian-slacker-in-marvel":3,"chapter-the-kryptonian-slacker-in-marvel-marvel-s-salty-fish-kryptonian-chapter-196":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Marvel's Salted Fish Kryptonian",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},2231390,4185,"Chapter 196: The Bounty Mission Gone Wrong","marvel-s-salty-fish-kryptonian-chapter-196",196,"\u003Cp>A Black concierge from the Continental Hotel approached Mune Fisher and whispered, \"Manager, there’s a problem in the lobby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he spoke in a low voice, those with sharp ears could still hear him. This was because Mune Fisher disliked people getting too close to her; if one wanted to lower their voice further, they would have to lean in even closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current volume and distance were the absolute limit that this lady could tolerate, tested by countless concierges at the Continental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they spoke any quieter, she wouldn't hear them; if they got any closer, the flowerbed would have its fertilizer. Plants, after all, wouldn't care if the fertilizer tasted like chocolate or milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The downside was that the management of the Los Angeles Continental found it hard to keep secrets. Any hint of trouble would be noticed by the sharp-eared people nearby. Those who \"heard\" would then involuntarily get dragged into the events they overheard...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was hard to say whether this behavior was intentional on Mune Fisher's part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry was one of the fish who took the bait. It was just that he wasn't a contract gunman, merely a medical service provider. So, when people were being rounded up for trouble, it usually didn't fall on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, having spent three or four years in this world—excluding the time he was locked in a basement—he was no longer the person who wanted to hide from trouble and live like a \"true salted fish.\" He had learned to join in the excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost like a temperament deep in his bones; if there was a spectacle to be seen and he didn't watch it, he would be doing himself a disservice. Even if it was just watching from afar, eating melon and observing the drama was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that there was trouble on her turf, Mune naturally couldn't continue pretending to be indifferent. She knitted her beautiful willow-leaf brows slightly and asked, \"What's going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the bounty for that tiger—there's a problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of problem could there be? The bounty wasn't paid? Or is the tiger dead?\" Mune Fisher asked while lifting her leg to walk toward the lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several busybodies followed silently. Henry, appearing casual, followed the crowd as well. At the same time, he took the opportunity to ask a familiar face next to him who also loved excitement, \"Buddy, does the Continental even take these kinds of jobs? I thought they were all—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he used his fingers to make a pistol shape and fired a shot at his own temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person he asked replied, \"How would you know what those rich people are thinking? As long as they can pay the price and someone is willing to do it, the hotel doesn't care if they want to dance naked on the street. It's just that to post a bounty at the hotel, the minimum starting price is 100,000 dollars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alright then. The Continental was just an intermediary platform that used money as a dividing line; they didn't care what kind of crazy stuff was being posted as a bounty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed he could go and study the bounty board; perhaps there were some bizarre tasks he could take to earn some extra money. Henry thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black concierge followed behind Ms. Fisher, explaining, \"The bounty was paid in full into the hotel's escrow when it was posted. Once the contractor was confirmed to have completed the task, the bounty was paid out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The target was to capture a tiger cub under one year old, regardless of gender; there was no problem with that part. The problem is that the person who posted the bounty is dead, and there's no one to receive the tiger...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mune raised her voice and asked, \"Dead! How did they die? Who did it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard they went to Africa to hunt buffalo and were gored by a horn. They didn't make it to the hospital in time and died of an infection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Bizarre people always have bizarre ways of dying; this was nothing new. Don't think that every rich person dies of old age and gets a grand funeral; many of their deaths and aftermaths are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who hasn't heard of a patriarch of a prominent family whose body remained unburied for over a decade after death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things still had to be resolved, so Mune asked, \"What about the bounty poster's family? Just send the tiger to them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The family won't take it. They aren't asking to cancel the bounty or reclaim the money, but they don't want the tiger either. They told us to dispose of it as we see fit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of situation hadn't happened before. Anyway, the mission objective had been completed; even if the poster said they wanted to cancel the mission, the Continental wouldn't obediently refund the bounty; they would give the money to the contractor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't talk about how the rich are the masters. The missions posted at the Continental are either life-or-death or involve risking one's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those contract gunmen don't know how much of a price they paid to complete a mission. If they were told the mission was canceled and the bounty wouldn't be paid when they went to collect, guess who would go crazy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a killer with a gun goes crazy, who is the one who suffers? Do they really think these people are the bottom-tier corporate slaves of a regular company, who only have to follow orders when the capital says so? Besides, just because another group of masters has power and influence, does that make them invincible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After similar things happened a few times, the Continental knew whose side to consider when such things occurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do they really think cleaning up the aftermath doesn't take effort? Those guys who think they are rich—if they are offended, they are offended. Who would dare to come and cause trouble for the hotel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it's this kind of bounty mission for an object, and the poster cancels it and doesn't want the item, the money is naturally not refunded; at most, the target is thrown into the warehouse. If it has value, they'll find another buyer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... the tiger is alive! How can you throw this thing into a warehouse? You can't keep it in the Continental, can you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, as one of the top predators on Earth, a tiger cannot be kept casually. Even without considering the legality, a qualified keeper, a feeding area, and feed costs are a huge expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention that California doesn't care about these things at all. As long as the animals kept don't hurt people, there is no law against someone wanting to turn their home into a zoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or they could use abusive methods, locking it in a small cage, feeding it just enough meat to keep it from starving until the tiger can't hold on anymore. Or just euthanize it directly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mune Fisher, encountering this for the first time, was already considering the classic method from the island nation across the ocean: sealing it in a cement barrel and sinking it into the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the lobby, she saw a group of people surrounding something, chattering away. As soon as they saw Mune Fisher, the hotel manager, approaching, everyone consciously cleared a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, what everyone was watching was a tiger cub locked in a cage. While it was said to be a cub, its size was already larger than many adult small dogs; it looked like it had been weaned, meaning it was at least two months old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to say the weight, but a dog of similar size would weigh nearly ten kilograms. This tiger cub would only be heavier, not lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, the cubs of any animal carry a certain charm that makes people involuntarily fascinated. At least after Mune made eye contact with the cub, the idea of sinking it in cement vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked, \"Where is the person who brought this tiger?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black concierge asked the others, then awkwardly replied to his manager, \"That person seems to have taken the bounty and run off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Walter! Who was it? Can they be brought back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems to be a poacher from out of town who heard the news and came to Los Angeles to take the bounty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This left Mune Fisher speechless. When she looked at the cub's cute eyes, she was even more speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1435,"2026-06-18T01:44:31.091Z","2026-06-18T03:30:09.135Z",1,"Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","62c6e957a01b74cf585047e6e9f64b6147af36f3970cd5cec478d038bd607e1e","marvel-s-salty-fish-kryptonian-chapter-197","marvel-s-salty-fish-kryptonian-chapter-195",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-s-salted-fish-kryptonian-cover.jpg"]