chapter 267 Who isn't a super?

As the sound rang out, an old man in a yellow coat and holding a cane walked down the stairs on the second floor.
Sammy Yare squinted his eyes and looked over.
It was hard to tell the old man's age. His hair was completely white and very sparse. Sammy Yare felt that he only had a few strands of hair.
The old man seemed to care about it very much. He took some special care of it and gave it a hairstyle.
Sammy Yare knew at first glance that the crutch in his hand was a weapon....