Working for the System in Marvel
Geralt looked around and found himself a seat.
One man made a team.
These people have fierce auras. They're not good people, Geralt thought.
Uh, seems like I'm not either.
Oh, then it's fine.
Geralt took out his phone and texted Nancy.
Geralt kept his head down, seemingly immersed in the world of his phone. At that moment, a skinny man from the largest team stepped out. Purse-lipped and wearing a teasing expression, he silently approached Geralt from behind, intending to give him a scare.
No one warned Geralt. Everyone had their own thoughts.
Some simply wanted to see Geralt make a fool of himself.
The skinny man raised his hand, preparing to slap Geralt on the shoulder while suddenly speaking up.
However.
Geralt suddenly turned around.
And stared at the skinny man.
The skinny man's hand was caught in an awkward position, unable to come down or lower back.
He froze there.
Geralt asked coldly, "Need something?"
"Uh, no. Just saying hello."
"Oh."
Geralt lowered his head and continued using his phone, not giving the skinny man a pleasant look. An average adult's four basic attributes hovered around 10. Geralt's were all above 20, with his Strength reaching 29. Such high attributes brought comprehensive improvements to all aspects of his physical abilities.
Simply put, Geralt had a clear mind and sharp senses. He had noticed the skinny man's actions long ago.
The skinny man had tried to pull a prank and only embarrassed himself. He returned to his group awkwardly.
A burst of laughter came from the group, and the skinny man shot Geralt a resentful glare.
He failed to mess with someone and blamed the victim instead?
Typical bandit logic!
Five minutes later, secretary Susan Carpenter returned with six assistants.
Even a