Another tax official nearby was dumbfounded upon witnessing this.
He had never imagined that someone in the villages would dare to lay hands on them, the tax officials.
They were different from those officers, as they were bona fide "officials," eating food provided by the government.
Even during the martial training opportunities of the court, they were able to partake, which made them small-grade officials of the ninth rank.
At the very least, they were in the Bone Refining Realm in terms of cultivation.
They represented the face of the government, with the Great Zhou Court as their backing.
That was the confidence that let them act so arrogantly outside.
Otherwise, why would ordinary citizens dare to be so brash?
This tax official immediately reacted and shouted sternly, "Bold, you dare..."
Splurt!
He hadn't finished speaking, and only half-drawn his tiger head knife, when Shen Qing's two fingers already struck first.