1203 Battle of Taste

Maxim and Celty immediately stood up when Kieran walked out of the shadows.

"My lord." They bowed.

The weak might not be humble, but the strong should be respected. They had already witnessed Kieran's powers first hand before, and each and every time after that, their expectations would be shattered beyond reason, thus Maxim and Celty had exceptional respect for Kieran.

Kieran didn't reply to them directly, instead heading towards the sofas in the tea room and sitting down firmly. He glanced over at the duo.

Sweat immediately broke out on their foreheads. Similar to their conversation just now, whether it was Maxim or Celty, both of them knew exactly what kind of person Kieran was.

Kieran had quite the tolerance when it came to his friends, but his enemies?

Merciless.

With their lives on the line, even the ever hesitant Maxim stopped having second thoughts.