"Coming."
Jason’s lips quirked up, and he responded.
To those who ’delivered goods to his door,’ Jason always extended his tolerance, even if the other party had impure motives.
He did not dispel the [Kaya Seal] in the room.
Jason stood up and walked toward the door.
When he opened the door, a man appeared in front of Jason.
Compared to the slightly aged voice, the man’s appearance was neat and tidy; his clothes seed simple but upon closer inspection, the fabric was of no ordinary quality.
At least, Jason could tell that the buttons were made of pure silver.
The leather shoes were likely bespoke.
Rich man.
This was Jason’s first impression of the man.
Then, exhaustion.
Even with careful grooming, the dark circles and weary expression on the man’s face couldn’t be concealed.
Especially when the man looked at Jason, his eyes were filled with dense red veins.
Clearly, the man hadn’t rested properly for a long ti.
This made the man’s condition very poor.
Even his spirit seed bewildered.
So much so that although the man had knocked first, he was still startled when Jason opened the door.
The man took a step back first.
Then, he quickly realized that such behavior was impolite.
"Sorry."
The middle-aged man bowed apologetically.
Jason’s brow furrowed.
Not because of the man’s impoliteness.
But because he felt the man wasn’t simply a ’pawn.’
First, the man’s attire indicated that he should have a decent inco and substantial family wealth.
Second, his current error followed by calm apology was not a deanor that one develops overnight.
Third, the man had no specialized training, probably maintained so fitness and running habits, but certainly had no experience with combat training or firearms.
Such a person obviously ca from upper society, inherited wealth from his forebears, didn’t need to struggle for living, and lacked great ambition.
By the sa token, such a person would not be soone else’s ’pawn.’
Of course, nothing is absolute.
Everyone has things they care about.
That would be their weakness.
Starting with a weakness, the impossible becos possible.
As for having no weaknesses?
Impossible.
It simply ans you haven’t found it yet.
Therefore, after making a preliminary judgnt, Jason remained vigilant.
After all, a professional actor could mix falsehood with the truth.
And with the power of the Hanakaiin Family, finding a professional actor in a few hours was not a difficult task.
So Jason didn’t invite the man into the room and just stood at the door, watching him.
"Hello, may I ask if you are Mr. Jason?"
The man showed no irritation, only sizing Jason up briefly before confirming again.
"Mm-hmm."
Jason nodded his head.
Then, Jason keenly noticed that the man clearly breathed a sigh of relief after he confird his identity.
It was a feeling of imnse relief.
After that, the man said very bluntly.
"That’s great. I’ve been here several tis, but every ti you weren’t here."
"Mr. Penetration said you must have received so important task and asked to wait patiently, but with such incidents happening at ho, I really couldn’t wait any longer..."
The middle-aged man spoke joyfully.
There was a sense of rambling.
But Jason could feel that the man was venting.
Venting the fear from his heart.
"You know Mr. Penetration?"
Jason had a fairly good impression of the owner of ’Penetration Electronics’ opposite his place.
A warm person who firmly adhered to his principles.
The new TV in his room was the best proof.
There was also the ’Cursed Videotape Murder’ incident as evidence.
Even though he could have turned a blind eye, the man took it upon himself to investigate.
"Yes, I was once business partners with Mr. Penetration, and it was Mr. Penetration who inford of your existence, Mr. Jason, when sothing strange happened in my family... Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My na is Uesugi."
While saying this, the middle-aged man bowed again and took out his business card.
Jason took the business card.
Uesugi Brewery.
Brewery?
Brewing?
As Jason pondered this, he stepped aside.
"Excuse ."
The middle-aged man said very politely as he entered the room.
However, the empty corridor had no slippers, which made the middle-aged man pause.
"I didn’t prepare spare slippers here, please make yourself at ho."
Jason said so.
The middle-aged man nodded, crossed the corridor, and sat down on the sofa rather restrainedly.
"Need anything?"
"Coffee? Water? Juice?"
As Jason walked towards the window, he asked.
"Just black coffee is fine."
"Thank you."
The middle-aged man nad Uesugi said as he looked around curiously.
Jason’s living place was really simple.
No fridge, no coffee maker, not even a water dispenser.
How was he going to prepare coffee?
As Uesugi was pondering, Jason straight opened the window and shouted below—
"Hui Lijing, bring up a cup of coffee and a glass of water."
His voice was loud.
And it carried a strong sense of penetration.
Hui Lijing, who was contemplating sword techniques ’stabbing,’ heard everything very clearly.
The tall female detective furrowed her brow.
Nobody likes to be disturbed while focusing.
Hui Lijing was no exception.
But likewise, she believed that Jason was not soone who would interrupt her for no reason.
Coffee, that was the best proof!
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