Chapter 569

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

Geralt looked around and found a seat.

A team of one.

These people look tough. Not the friendly sort, Geralt thought.

Uh, neither am I.

Oh. Never mind, then.

Geralt took out his phone and texted Nancy.

Geralt kept his head down, seemingly lost in his phone. A skinny man from the largest group stepped out, lips pursed in a mocking smile. He crept up behind Geralt, hoping to startle him.

No one warned Geralt. They all had their own reasons.

Some just wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

The skinny man raised a hand, ready to clap Geralt on the shoulder and shout at the same time.

But then—

Geralt spun around.

He stared at the skinny man.

The skinny man could neither bring his hand down nor pull it back.

He froze awkwardly.

Geralt asked coldly, "Need something?"

"Uh, no. Just saying hello."

"Oh."

Geralt looked back at his phone, giving the skinny man no smile. An average adult's four core attributes hovered around 10. All four of Geralt's exceeded 20, with his strength reaching 29. Those high scores had improved his abilities across the board.

In short, Geralt's mind was clear and his five senses were sharp. He had noticed the skinny man long ago.

His prank had backfired. He slunk back to his group.

Laughter broke out among them. The skinny man shot Geralt a resentful glare.

His prank failed, and somehow that was Geralt's fault?

Classic bully logic.

Five minutes later, Susan Carpenter, the secretary, returned with six assistants.

Even a minor official at the chancellor's gate held sway. A chairman's secretary was something else.

The assistants all wore business suits and looked every inch the professionals.

Each carried a stack of documents and handed