Chapter 133: Barcode Creator
He is an old man with a beard, not gray, but his unkempt hair has already begun to show signs of aging. He’s probably between the ages of sixty and seventy. His eyes are wrinkled and...kinda look kind, if they’re not scrutinizing me. His clothes are simple: just a white long-sleeved shirt, faded pants, and...flip flops.
Honestly, he looks like an old granddad fixing a car in his garage. Or he could be an old bouncer in a club, since his muscles are so obvious.
"You must be Jade Dela Torre."
The old man finally spoke after staring me right in the face. Under normal circumstances, I would not have been bothered by his scrutiny, but this is the man who held my teammates in the palm of his hands, so I couldn’t help but be wary.
The UAO did not inform me of who this man is. After I arrived at the building, I was whisked away by an employee and brought to this room, was told to wait for the man who held the key to Noir’s Sanctum and then left.
So, I don’t know his name. I just know he was one of the mighty, suspicious Chambers. Therefore, I just answered a simple "Yes, sir."
I wanted to add that I’m a bit tired and would absolutely appreciate it if he give me the key to my new residence already, but after seeing the interest flickered in his eyes as he looked down at me—yes, he’s old but still taller than me a bit—I knew saying so would be futile.
"I heard so much about you."
His tone was indeed filled with curiosity. Should I be worried about what kind of things he heard about me? Nah. But for the sake of holding this conversation and faking my respect for his higher-ranking person, I should answer him.