"Umm... If you said that this building belongs to you, then why are we just standing instead of going into the building?" Bu Ling asked while staring at Hutton with a confused look on his face.
Currently, they just stood at the path which is leading to the entrance while a crowd of people are passing by them.
"Well currently I have soone holding this business for so the security guards in this building won’t actually recognize so they won’t just let go through so places in the building. But what I want to do is to call this person to co pick us up here" Hutton replied while operating on the new phone he just got.
"Oh, that makes sense" Bu Ling replied with realised expression on his face. After a while longer, Hutton finally put the phone on his ear as he started waiting for the call which he just made to connect.
"Hello?" Not too long after, Hutton heard a deep and solemn voice sounding out of his phone.
"Good day Kenneth, It is Hutton speaking" Hutton said with a light smile. But he didn’t get a quick reaction imdiately as a full one minute passed before the voice sounded out of Hutton’s phone again.
"I don’t believe you, prove that it’s really Hutton am speaking to"
"Huh?" Hutton muttered with a confused look on his face as he brought his phone down to look at it for a mont before he put it back on his ear.
"What do you an I should prove it? Why don’t you co out of that building and see that I am standing right outside the building" Hutton finally said with a creased brows.
"...." There was complete and eerie silence in the call for a short while later befoe the call suddenly ended.
’What the heck is going on?’ Hutton thought with a confused look on his face as he looked at the phone screen.
"Is everything going well?" Taking notice of the change of expression on Hutton’s face, Bu Ling asked with a curious look on his face.
"I hope so" Hutton said with a deep frown now on his face. But not too long after, both Hutton and Bu Ling heard a voice which the forr is very familiar with from a distance.
"Boss!!!"
When they turned to look at where they heard that voice from, they saw a rather big man running towards them as fast as he could.
He was a towering figure, broad-shouldered and muscular, with a commanding presence that filled the room. His face was marked by a rugged scar that slashed diagonally across his right eye and the side of his face, adding an intimidating air to his already imposing deanor. Despite the severity of his appearance, there was a sense of resilience and determination in his gaze, hinting at a past filled with challenges overco.
’Jake’ Hutton thought with a light smile on his face as he began to walk towards the tall man who apparently is Jake.
’Seems like he knows the person’s Bu Ling thought as he followed Hutton to et the person.
"It’s so great to see you again boss" Jake exclaid with an excited look on his face after he approached Hutton and Bu Ling.
"The feeling is mutual Jake. How have you and the agency been all through the ti I was gone?" Hutton asked with a light smile on his face. When Jake heard him, his expression suddenly dampened as he slightly lowered his head.
"What is it Jake?" Noticing the strange reaction from Jake, Hutton quickly asked with a confused look on his face.
"Well boss, the agency have been doing great the first few days you were away. But after we started to find the whereabouts of Veronica, nurous second class family and even a first class family have began to harass us at all corners" Jake explained with a frustrated look on his face.
When Hutton heard him, his expression beca ice cold as a palpable oppressive aura began to exude out of his body. But before anyone in that area could notice it, Bu Ling suddenly held Hutton’s hand as he said.
"Don’t Hutton"
When Hutton heard him, he slightly cald down as the aura went back into his body. But his expression was still ice cold as he said to Jake.
"Take inside"
"Yes boss" Jake said before he turned and began to guide Hutton and Bu Ling towards the entrance of the building.
"There is sothing I should tell you now that you area cultivator. And that is to never show that you are a cultivator to the public eye" While following Jake towards the building, Bu Ling said to Hutton in a serious tone.
"I got it" Hutton said with a solemn look on his face. After a few more minutes passed, Jake successfully took Hutton and Bu Ling passed the entrance guards and into the building.
As they stepped into the lobby of the intelligence agency’s tall building, they were imdiately struck by the sleek and modern design. The marble floors gleam under soft lighting, and the walls are adorned with abstract artwork that subtly hints at thes of security and surveillance. Uniford guards stand at attention, their presence a reminder of the building’s purpose.
Elevators whisked Hutton and the others up to the upper floors, where the real heart of the agency lies. Each floor is a hive of activity, with agents and analysts bustling about, engaged in their work. Glass-walled offices line the periter, affording stunning views of the city below, but with heavy curtains that can be drawn for privacy when necessary.
"How exactly have these families been harassing the family?" While going through the various halls in the building, Hutton asked withba serious look on his face.
"Well they have beaten up and captured any analysts we send out to get an information that we deem as important. Not only that but they have also been trying to interrupt or even block our intelligence network which is spread across the country" Jake explained as they got to the central hub of the building.
The central hub of the building is a vast, high-tech command center, filled with rows of computer monitors displaying real-ti data feeds from around the world. Analysts sit at their stations, poring over information and communicating with field operatives via secure channels.
Not too long after passing through the central hub of the building, they arrived at the eting rooms of the building.
The eting rooms are equipped with state-of-the-art audiovisual technology for briefings and debriefings, while secure vaults house sensitive docunts and equipnt. Everywhere you look, security asures are evident, from surveillance caras to biotric scanners.
Despite the seriousness of its mission, there’s an air of quiet efficiency and professionalism that pervades the building, a sense that every detail has been carefully considered in service of the agency’s mission to store and possibly protect every information they get.
"Here is the head office of the agency" After passing through various hallways and rooms, Hutton and the others arrived at a particular hallway that only have one wide door in it as Jake said.
Not giving Jake any response, Hutton quickly pushed the door open. As soon as he did, he saw the interior design of the office.
The small head office of the intelligence agency, nestled within a towering skyscraper, maintains an air of discreet efficiency. Located on one of the upper floors, access is tightly controlled, with discreet security personnel stationed at the entrance to vet visitors.
Upon entering, Hutton and the others are greeted by a compact lobby, adorned with a few carefully chosen pieces of artwork that hint at the agency’s mission without revealing too much. A receptionist sits behind a sleek desk who is ant to be fielding inquiries and directing guests with practiced professionalism.
The interior design is understated yet functional, with neutral tones and minimalist furnishings maximizing space without sacrificing comfort. Closed doors line the narrow corridors, leading to offices and eting rooms where agency personnel conduct their work.
Despite its size, the head office is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including secure communication systems and surveillance equipnt. A central operations room serves as the nerve center, with a small team of analysts monitoring intelligence feeds and coordinating operations.
In this small head office, there is another eting rooms which are equipped with audiovisual equipnt for secure briefings and debriefings, while secure vaults provide storage for classified docunts and equipnt. Every inch of the space is optimized to support the agency’s mission while maintaining the utmost discretion.
Despite its unassuming appearance, the small head office is a hub of activity and dedication, with its staff who are committed to keeping one of the most vital and important information away from the public.
"Hutton?"
While going deeper into the head office, Hutton and the others heard a voice which made them pause. When they turned to see who just called out Hutton, they saw a slightly aged man coming towards them.
Apparently, this slightly aged man is Kenneth who is a boxing Grandmaster in the martial arts world.
The boxing Grandmaster is a testant to both the passage of ti and the enduring spirit of the sport. His face bears the weathered lines of countless battles within the ring, each scar and crease a badge of honor earned through years of dedication and sacrifice.
Though his hair may be tinged with gray and his movents slightly slower than in his youth, there’s still an undeniable aura of strength and vitality about him. His eyes, sharp and piercing, betray a lifeti of experience and wisdom gained from decades spent honing his craft.
Standing tall and proud, he carries himself with the confidence of soone who has earned the respect of his peers and the admiration of his students. Despite his advanced age, his physique remains lean and muscular, a testant to the rigorous training regin he continues to maintain.
"I never believed that it was actually you on the call" After approaching Hutton, Kenneth said with a wry smile on his face.
"Well you are seeing now isn’t it?" Hutton asked with a light chuckle.
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