The merman, my man

Chapter 221

‘Where am I?’

I opened my heavy eyelids as I woke from my dream to see a wooden ceiling with many cracks.

Muddleheaded, I stared at it for a while before my mind slowly cleared up, and I realized that I was in m

y own cabin on the Seeker. There was no question that Dicken brought me here, too.

F*ck!

Promptly sitting up in agitation, I hastily ran a hand through my messy hair and leaped off the bed.

However, just as I was about to head outside, I noticed the items I always used to disguise myself, and

suddenly had a plan.

I needed to find Dicken and catch up to him. But, I couldn’t risk exposing myself to the German

company, not when Gary was with them. I must have a proper disguise and be as discreet as possible.

With that in mind, I picked up a pair of scissors and walked up to the mirror, cutting my already-short

hair even shorter. Fortunately, it was now black after I reverted to human form. I tanned my pale skin as

much as possible, putting on a fake beard and aviator glasses after I had done so. My reflection in the

mirror now appeared to be a middle-aged man, and I almost couldn’t recognize myself.

After also putting on fake tan over the skin behind my ears and neck, I picked up my gun, binoculars,

and other equipment. I stuffed them in a plastic bag since I might go underwater later, and I needed

them functional. With everything prepared, I put on my old jacket and stepped out.

The entire ship was quiet, and no one was around even after I walked a lap around it. All I heard was

static from a walkie-talkie lying on a desk in the captain’s cabin. Picking it up, I pressed a button and

spoke into it a few times, and soon received responses from Luna and my fellow crew.

They soon informed me that David was still continuing his deal with the mafia and the German

company, and he was now the middleman who would travel to Japan with the rest of them.

Luna and the others sounded excited. They were all convinced that they would get rich from this deal.

On the other hand, I became increasingly restless like a raft rocking in a thunderstorm.

Why would Gary and the others go to Japan? Were they heading to Hiroshima as well? Perhaps they

had realized that the remains of the atomic bomb were necessary to open the portal?

However, I assured myself that this was good. Dicken stood a better chance to reclaim the crystals

since the sea was his turf, and it would be an easier task than in a human-controlled city.

That being said, where was Dicken now?

I disembarked from the Seeker and rode a gondola to the casino that David went to last time. However,

I hadn’t gone that far when I saw another ship approaching the Seeker and docking to it, and a group of

people soon boarded it… Oh, wait, they’re my fellow crew members.

A few other crew members were on the other ship’s deck, and I spotted a familiar figure wearing an

army green coat the instant I turned towards him. I promptly dropped to a crouch by reflex, hiding

beneath the tent of the gondola. I waited for a chance before leaping ashore, pasting myself against the

wall to closely observe what was happening there. It was Gary ! Was Laura there too?

I quickly scanned the other parts of the ship, but didn’t spot a hint of that vile woman at all. I breathed a

sigh of relief, even as I earnestly prayed that she had died at sea.

After all, Gary would never be as troublesome as Laura, despite posing a significant threat. While I did

not see her, I soon noticed another annoying person Bob.

He was standing at the second-floor deck, speaking with David and Miya, the mafia godmother. I was

excited when I saw the latter and promptly looked around for Dicken, albeit to no avail.

I vaguely sensed that Dicken was nearby because I could feel his presence and massive magnetic

field. It thrilled me to think that maybe he had hidden on Gary’s boat, which fits his objective.

My lips curled into a smile as I muttered to myself , ” Trying to play hide-and-seek with me, dear leader

?”

In addition, I felt lucky that David had somehow stumbled his way into this operation, bringing me to

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