After a few short minutes of waiting, the receptionist came back, followed by a burly and intimidating man.
Yet it seemed like all his strength and muscles were for show, as he was barely level 50.
'Why are the people in this city so weak...?' Michael could not help but express as he walked closer to the receptionist's counter.
I wouldn't be so sure.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, young lad. The name's Rowan. I am the leader of this branch," the burly man said as he stretched his arm out, asking for a handshake.
Michael glanced at the man once again, a bit cautious because of the system's words, but nonetheless, also stretched out his hand, accepting the handshake.
"Michael."
