No one noticed anything unusual about Flesh Mountain, especially after he skillfully patched the breach.
Damage control crew work was a technical trade, not something anyone could pick up casually.
They were probably one of the few technical professions aboard the Stray Cat, and they were also the guarantee of everyone's survival.
After the damage control crew's strenuous emergency repairs, the engineering ship's condition finally stabilized.
Something unfortunate had just happened, but luckily the losses were not severe. At the very least, they could sail the ship back.
The owner-captain ran through the numbers. Thankfully, he would not go bankrupt.
But obviously, these past few trips had all been for nothing.
He immediately announced, "Due to this unfortunate incident, the company is facing difficulties and urgently needs everyone to weather this crisis together with us. Therefore, half of this month's wages will be paid for now."
The damage control crew, who had just finished the emergency repairs, immediately erupted into angry curses.
"You damned miser! Why didn't you hand out bonuses when you were making money?"
"The company is yours, not ours. If you can't keep it running, then shut it down."
Everyone cursed furiously. Flesh Mountain cursed a few times along with them, acting just as he usually did.
Then, because of this incident, many people began thinking of leaving.
The owner was conveniently withholding their wages, so they could tear up their contracts and run.
Someone approached Flesh Mountain, hoping to bring him along.
Flesh Mountain refused. He needed an identity, and being a damage control crewman was far from enough.
The captain of the Stray Cat would do nicely. He only needed an opportunity to replace him.
The Stray Cat returned, and as expected, a large number of crew members resigned.
The owner was not surprised. If