It was not just Simon that focused on the blonde-haired old man. Everybody in the room soon turned to him since not only was he accompanied by a dozen warriors wearing the same golden armor, but his own aura was shockingly powerful.
The old man did not say a word and kept looking at the people present with eyes that seemed capable of figuring out their deepest secrets.
More and more people were reaching the tenth floor of the building, and one way to split them would be the quality of hiding devices. It was clear that the ones with Cloaking Helmets possessed greater wealth.
Everybody kept their distance from each other since even if they were working for the same organization, they were all criminals to a certain point.
The blonde old man remained silent until the final person arrived. Only then did he unleash a wisp of his aura, drawing the attention of the entire room.
