The Mermaid Story

That Ms. Jia had appeared aboard the ship clearly wasn't because of him or Su Gao.

After Jia Keke left, Fu Qian put away his notebook, asked a waiter to clean up the spilled wine on the table, then turned his full attention to a lamb chop.

From that brief interaction, it was clear that Jia Keke had mostly been testing him.

After observing them for a while, she had probably realized that he and Su Gao had an inhuman air about them and couldn't resist probing them to see what they were really like.

Just as Su Gao had intended to do earlier.

But that didn't make her behavior normal.

The private dining room in this luxury suite did have its fair share of well-dressed people, but at a glance, they all looked relaxed. Those were what normal tourists looked like.

Someone with extraordinary strength who paid such close attention to others, as if trying to prevent every possible mishap, had to have some special purpose.

But for now, they were just tourists. Since the probing hadn't been directed at them, they could simply wait and see.

Wasn't it nice to eat, drink, and have fun with the wealthy and idle? Like this fellow, for instance.

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

As Fu Qian watched, a figure rose from the table next to theirs and walked over with a smile.

He looked to be in his early forties, with thinning hair and a greasy sheen to his face.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on his flushed face. Beneath them, his small eyes looked a little glassy. He seemed to have already had quite a bit to drink.

"Hello. What should I call you?"

Fu Qian sized up the unfamiliar face before him.

"My surname's Jia. Jia He."

Quite the outgoing