The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 628 - 333 Mosquito Society_2

"You should know that our shop's silver script tattoos can make a person's soul itch unbearably, a pain beyond endurance!"

Yet An Su wore a smile. He boldly lifted his gaze, unafraid as he stared into Mr. Deep Sea's eyes, as if the immense pollution didn't exist.

This greatly surprised Mr. Deep Sea, because even Count Dracula, who was a Demigod, dared not look directly into his eyes.

They were Divine Envoys of God!

"I can do that too."

"I have already prepared the mosquito tools."

With the purest of smiles on his lips and his blue-green eyes unblemished, An Su slowly reached into the lining of his robe and pulled out a transparent little box; Mr. Deep Sea suddenly sensed that something terrifying was gestating, descending, being born. He stared fixedly at the young man in front of him but heard the boy chanting sacredly,

"That is the Dark Night Elf flickering in the twilight and dusk, the black period that the creator has placed upon the world's fate."

"Invisible, inaudible, formless are you, all things are also you, you leave no trace, you are omnipresent."

"Come out, mosquitoes from a dead horse!"

What a terrifying hidden weapon!

Mr. Deep Sea watched An Su, only to see two black dots shoot out from that small box, a species he had never seen before. They zipped through the skies at tremendous speeds, circling his frame in just an instant. Mr. Deep Sea felt an unparalleled itch assault him.

Mr. Deep Sea was shocked; An Su actually carried mosquitoes as hidden weapons!

This boy was more chaotic than imagined!

Under An Su's Demigod-level mental control, the flowing black dots outlined ink trails around Mr. Deep Sea like an artist, with scarlet dots painting the paths. These dots merged together to form a tattoo meticulously drawn by An Su.

On the center of Mr. Deep Sea's back, a 'handle' pattern formed from mosquito bites starkly appeared!

This was An Su's mosquito work!

He could feel the itch, more tempting than the silver patterns he had crafted.

Moreover, the 'mosquito trail' was on his back, in an extremely clever position, utterly unreachable!

Even with Mr. Deep Sea's eight tentacles on his cheeks twisting into curls, he still couldn't reach it.

What was most critical was that Mr. Deep Sea felt his own blood being drained, something he had always done to others, but now the blood was being taken from him, something not even the Vampire Nobility could do!

This creature called 'mosquito' was truly terrifying.

"This is the mosquito work I designed," An Su said with a smile, "Are you satisfied?"

"Did this bastard child called 'Sima' come from your design?"

Mr. Deep Sea was completely enraged. He assaulted An Su's 'Unselectable' xylophone countless times in his mind, no longer caring about any contract, and was about to turn An Su to ashes.

Although itchy enough, it was a disgusting itch, lasting only briefly, barely a few days before it would fade. This tattoo was even more disgusting and obnoxious than the silver patterns his shop offered.

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"Mr. Deep Sea." The boy's blue-green eyes calmly fixed on Deep Sea, his peaceful gaze carrying only goodwill, "As it's well known, mosquito work is also a kind of tattoo, and since it's a tattoo, it can be charged for, hence the tattoo fee."

Mr. Deep Sea was stunned.

"As long as you officially employ my mosquitoes at the price of one copper coin each as tattoo shop assistants, and let me use all my resources to cultivate and proliferate them, hiring their offspring as your employees too..."

"Finally, let the mosquitoes bite all of the residents of Chaotic City, tattooing their backs." An Su continued, "You can then forcefully collect a 'mosquito fee' from all the citizens of the city!"

Employing mosquitoes... as assistants?

Apparently, it did seem theoretically possible...

What a novel and inventive idea!

In an instant, Mr. Deep Sea's eyes cleared.

Under Chaos Law's blessings, the Chaotic Church Nation was an open and inclusive civilized world, where all species had human rights and all arts were respected, so the mosquitoes could be employed!

Then, as assistants at their tattoo shop, having inked bodies, they naturally had the right to charge a fee.

As a clerk, a mosquito that bit someone could certainly charge a mosquito fee! This was absolutely recognized by the Chaos Law!

Whether the citizens who got bitten liked it or not, Mr. Deep Sea's clerks had already made a mosquito visit, so they had to pay up; no one dared accuse them of 'coercive selling,' because in the Chaotic Church Nation, coercive selling was a legitimate business.

Moreover, this was the business of the Squid Demon Species.

"And the silver patterns in your store are permanent, once imprinted, they cannot be washed off, a customer can only do business once in their lifetime."

An Su was a good kid, he considerately said, "But my tattoo will fade in a few days, so a customer can be bitten repeatedly in their lifetime, allowing us to charge the mosquito fee over and over again!"

Mr. Deep Sea's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

"Moreover, our mosquito service also includes home visits."

An Su's lips curled with a gentle smile, "So we can also charge an extra travel fee from the citizens."

Mr. Deep Sea's pupils quivered intensely.

"Our clerks tirelessly serve the citizens, even in the wee hours when everyone is asleep."

"We can also charge a triple—"

An Su whispered in Mr. Deep Sea's ear like an angel,

"Overtime fee."

Mr. Deep Sea was completely convinced, he deeply admired An Su's idea.

As a member of the Deep Sea Demon Clan, a Squid Demon Species whose blood-sucking level was far above that of the Vampire, he had thought that with their skills in exploiting people, they had no rival in this world, but he hadn't expected there to be anyone higher.

"We can charge by the red dots, one copper coin per dot," An Su calculated. "A mosquito needs about five hundred red dots to make a pattern, plus travel and overtime fees, one mosquito can bring you a profit of a hundred Gold Coins in a night."

This thrilling feeling...

Mr. Deep Sea felt his heart pounding, he saw the boy in front of him as a demon from the myths, speaking tempting and beautiful words. Mr. Deep Sea kept warning himself not to fall for it... not to let An Su earn his money...

Until An Su, with a low chuckle, spoke the last sentence,

"The last, and most important point."

"Once we employ mosquitoes, we can purchase employee insurance for them."

"If a customer can't help but kill them during our home service, then we can claim for injury compensation from both the customer and the insurance company, as per the price of a regular employee... after my calculation..."

"One mosquito, a thousand Gold Coins."

You bloodsucker among bloodsuckers, you blood-sucking demon!

Mr. Deep Sea was now one hundred percent certain that the boy in front of him was no ordinary human, he must be a successor to some councilor from the Holy City, only a councilor would be so bloodthirsty.

"I agree."

"This is the exciting feeling! It's fantastic!"

Mr. Deep Sea could no longer suppress his innate craziness, "It's this rush of excitement, this despair and pain of wanting to kill his entire family, this wonderful climax of blood-sucking, it's so delicious, this creature called 'mosquito' - is truly the Divine Envoy our Deep Sea Demon Clan has been searching for!"

"Even more useful than a Demon Seed cicada."

With a hundred percent profit in sight, the Deep Sea Demon Clan would dare to threaten their lives to be correct,

But now it wasn't just a hundred percent of profit, one copper coin for a thousand Gold Coins was a ten thousand percent.

"I will provide ample Magic-guided Resources and connections." Mr. Deep Sea patted An Su's back with his tentacles, "We'll fully nurture our mosquito staff!"

"If we want to sell for a good price, it needs to have a nice-sounding name." An Su smiled, "I'll call it 'Fallen Angel'."

"Good, Fallen Angel, what a nice name." Mr. Deep Sea happily twirled his tentacles, "In this place unaffected by war, I want you to vigorously nurture our Fallen Angels."

Blinded by immense profits, Mr. Deep Sea was completely oblivious to the shadow that fell between An Su's smiling eyes.

What An Su wanted to nurture... was not only Fallen Angels.