"Boss, Little Tangerine brought him here, but Little Tangerine is already dead..." Lao Hu explained to the short-haired woman at a rapid clip.
The short-haired woman raised a hand slightly, signaling him to be quiet.
"I understand."
She stepped forward and discreetly sized Bai Ye up.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Fu Yao, the owner of the Peace Hotel.
May I ask your name, sir?"
"Bai Ye."
Bai Ye was also studying them, watching their expressions when they heard his name. None of them showed any particular reaction.
That struck him as odd. None of them have heard of me?
It wasn't narcissism. His divine name should have been renowned.
"Mr. Bai." Fu Yao nodded politely.
"Boss, why are you wasting your breath on him?" the buzz-cut man in a waiter's uniform snapped from beside her.
"He must be an Old Human who sided with the West Continent people. Haven't you noticed he doesn't have a single symptom?"
Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly. He noticed that these Old Humans all showed signs of various illnesses, to varying degrees.
Some had tumors on their bodies, some had enlarged thyroids that distorted the outlines of their necks, and some had white patches on their skin.
Wait!
He suddenly noticed something strange. Those white patches seemed to be shedding powder.
They were painted on!
Bai Ye was startled, though not by the Old Humans' disguises. Clearly, these people normally posed as New Humans.
What surprised him was his own perception. It had become much more precise than before, seemingly allowing him to spot all sorts of elusive details.
Was this the effect of the Divine Gene, or the Calamity Eye?
Under his gaze, none of their disguises could stay hidden. The tumors were fake, the white patches were fake...
But some