Nicole, Billy, and Anby soon recovered, staring at Sol Mercer as if they had seen a ghost.

The ability to make someone feel so refreshed with just a touch—where on earth did he learn that? It was just too strange!

Nicole couldn't help but ask, "Sol, what did you used to do before?"

Powerful, sharpshooting skills like a god—those fit perfectly with the mysterious background of Sol.

But such a ridiculous massage technique on him… it just felt way too out of place.

Could it be that this guy used to work in some kind of high-end club?

"Don't look at me with those weird eyes." Sol rolled his eyes and said, "There's an old saying from my hometown: 'Medicine and martial arts are never separated.' I've mastered martial arts, so isn't it reasonable that I know a bit about massage techniques?"

"Reasonable, extremely reasonable, absolutely reasonable!"

Clap clap! Billy applauded.

Everything he said made perfect sense. If only Sol would give him another round, that'd be even better.

Anby nodded in agreement. "From a rational perspective, that's indeed very likely."

Nicole decided not to get tangled up in the issue anymore. Her brain, quick as always when it came to making money, spun rapidly. "Since you have this skill, then our Cunning Hares could open up a new business line. We'd definitely make a fortune!"

"I think so too." Sol nodded in feigned agreement, then listed potential target customers. "I'm sure many people would be willing to spend Denny on this service—like Belle, Miss Miyabi, little Soukaku, Zhu Yuan, Officers Qingyi and Yanagi, Miss Bertha…"

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't say another word!" Nicole immediately cut him off. "On second thought, it's best to cancel this project."

He had casually blurted out the names of so many beautiful women. Sol's wolfish ambition was already glaringly obvious.

If this business were really set up, who knew how much of a flirt this guy would become?

The thought of Sol—who had just been intimate with her yesterday—giving massages to other women, the atmosphere turning ambiguous, their relationship slowly growing closer…

It made Nicole feel like ants were crawling all over her body. She couldn't take it.

"Well, that's really a shame."

The corner of Sol's mouth curved slightly.

Not that he ever wanted to open some massage business. He'd massage whoever he wanted to massage. Even if the person he wanted to massage paid him in negative Dennies, he'd still do it. But if it was someone he didn't want to touch—even if they begged on their knees—he wouldn't.

This—was the attitude of a true master!

With that mindset, plus his almost magical massage technique, it wouldn't be surprising if he earned the title of Immoral Masseur.

"Sol, you're not allowed to have such ideas again." Nicole said sternly, "Only our Cunning Hares members are allowed to enjoy this service. Do you understand?"

She must have accidentally triggered some weird switch in this guy. It had to be shut down quickly before something troublesome happened.

She'd originally wanted to say it was for the boss's exclusive use only, but that would be too obvious. Better to rope in Billy and Anby as cover.

"Got it."

Sol pouted.

This was just pure favoritism—an unfair monopoly that discriminated against the other ladies.

Of course, with such selfish thinking, he'd say one thing to her face and another behind her back. He'd never openly agree!

Billy nodded approvingly. "Yeah, this business wouldn't be good. Too easy to get complaints from people's husbands."

"Billy, you robot, you're a bit too lively sometimes."

Sol couldn't help but complain.

Heaven help him—even an ISTP like himself hadn't thought of that angle, and yet Billy pointed it out so casually.

Should he say… truly worthy of being the Billy with "XXX" stamped across his chest?

Even the way he talked reeked of mischief.

"Alright, let's end the topic of a massage business here and never bring it up again." Nicole cleared her throat, then continued seriously. "Now, I'll announce a few new rules for the Cunning Hares. Everyone must obey!"

"First, no disrespecting the boss!"

"Second, no massaging the boss without permission!"

"Third, no touching the boss inappropriately!"

"Fourth, no harboring ill thoughts toward the boss!"

"Fifth, no philandering outside and ruining the reputation of the Cunning Hares!"

"Sixth, no…"

On and on she went, until finally she stopped. "For now, that's it. More rules will be added as needed. Everyone's fine with this, right?"

Anby gently nodded. "Nicole, I have no objections."

Billy proudly raised his head. "Boss Nicole, I'll absolutely follow them!"

"…"

Sol stared at Nicole, speechless.

Every single rule was about him. She was basically pinning him to the wall with regulations.

As if he'd actually agree to that!

"Sol, what do you think?"

Nicole casually brought him into the conversation.

Her main target hadn't answered yet—without his response, all her words would be for nothing.

"Boss Nicole, the rules you set are excellent!"

Sol clapped his hands in support.

"That's good." Nicole finally nodded with relief. "In that case, let's all hurry and eat."

Sol lowered his head, secretly thinking.

Your rules are great… but I'm not following them!

Hehe, just for fun!

Soon, breakfast ended, and everyone got ready for their own plans.

But at the entrance of the Cunning Hares came two beauties—one with green hair, one with red. Apart from their hair color and clothes, they were identical, looking exactly like a pair of gorgeous twin sisters.

Nicole recognized them at a glance. They were the two receptionists from the Hollow Investigative Association's club.

"Mr. Sol, everyone from the Cunning Hares, good morning!"

Bertha, the redhead, greeted them with a dazzling smile.

Lyla, the green-haired one, also smiled and waved.

"Miss Bertha, Miss Lyla, what brings you two to the Cunning Hares?" Nicole asked, a little puzzled. "Do you want to commission us for something? Don't worry, as long as there's Dennies, the Cunning Hares will definitely complete your request perfectly."

"But with both of you here, doesn't that leave the HIA Club without reception?"

"We're not here to give the Cunning Hares a commission," Lyla replied with a smile. "Besides, Miss Conna is covering for us at the front desk, so it's fine for us to step away."

The moment Nicole heard they weren't clients, her bright smile instantly faded. "Oh. Then what brings you two here?"

Bertha kept her professional smile as she looked at Sol. "We came this time regarding the mission Mr. Sol accepted."

"The one about clearing the Cretan Companion Hollow?" Sol raised an eyebrow. "Did something change?"