Bab 1571: Chessboard

The moment the tax officer's voice subsided, everything went quiet.

Kieran stood there in silence. He did not have any intentions to pay Points and enter. The tax officer continued to smile.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

The tax officer started to sweat under Kieran's gaze.

Despite his gaze being calm and dull, it brought pressure to the tax officer.

The tax officer felt like he was standing in front of a boiling pot. He saw shrimps, scallions, carrots and red dates inside the pot; all that was missing was the mutton—he was a piece of mutton and Kieran was the person who was trying to eat him with a pair of chopsticks.

He was going to be boiled alive!

The moment the thought rose up in his mind, the tax officer bowed right away.