The moment Kieran pushed the door open, he attracted everyone’s attention in the room.
There were three badly-dressed, vicious-looking men standing in the middle of the study. Opposite them was a white-haired man.
The old man was sitting behind a desk, a pair of spectacles hanging in front of his chest.
When he saw Kieran come in, he instinctively tried to stand up and say something, but someone interrupted him.
"Who are you? It might be best for you not to interfere in our business!" the most buff man out of the three said in a threatening tone as he inspected Kieran.
In Kieran’s eyes, the man was just intimidating on the outside.
He might have looked big in size, but there was not a single callus on his hands, palms or fingers.
When Kieran entered the room, the three men hadn’t moved from their spots, and even now they were still facing him with their sides turned towards him.