Galixi also spotted the strange man wearing a scarf. When he noticed that the man was wearing sunglasses to look cool too, his temper flared. "What are you looking at me for? Don't tell me you can see something wrong with my lifestyle too?"
Galixi was furious. What gave an interviewer the right to reject someone based on a first impression? That was far too overbearing.
So Galixi spoke with a sarcastic edge, seething inside.
"Yes, I can," Ke Meng said with a nod.
Galixi: "???"
Galixi's expression instantly went through a spectacular series of changes. He simply couldn't understand why Ke Meng was taking a jab at him too.
The other applicants beside him were equally puzzled. They wanted to take it as a joke, but the interviewer had actually rejected Galixi.
What they didn't know was that, through the gray-tinted view of the sunglasses, an unmistakable wisp of black smoke was rising from the extravagantly dressed man's head.
There was nothing wrong with the heads of the young people beside him. He was the only one with smoke coming out of his head.
To be fair, looking above people's heads when he entered the bureau was just a reflex. But Ke Meng hadn't expected to encounter someone with smoke rising from his head the moment he walked in. It was an unfamiliar face too, someone who didn't look like a member of the Investigation Bureau.
That was rather unusual, even rare.
"What's going on here?" Ke Meng asked.
The men in suits immediately answered respectfully, "These are the new prospective investigators. They're being interviewed, but one of them doesn't meet our requirements."
Seeing how respectfully the interviewers treated him, the young applicants immediately began taking Ke Meng seriously. Apparently, he was no ordinary person either. His rank might