The Skinning Artisan, with his messy hair, was holding a deboning knife, his fierce expression froze upon hearing Xu Huo's words, "What did you say?"
Xu Huo looked at his blood-stained apron with disgust, "Call out the boss."
"I am the boss," Skinning Artisan glared at him, "Who are you?"
"So you're the boss," Xu Huo glanced at him disdainfully, walked straight into the office, sat down on the sofa with both feet propped on the coffee table, "Bring out the account books, time for an audit."
The Skinning Artisan was momentarily stunned by him, following him in and saying, "The taxes here have been fully paid per capita..."
Xu Huo scoffed, interrupting him, "Do you not know what kind of business you're running here? Who do you think that bit of money will satisfy?"
The Skinning Artisan's face showed a "Capricious" expression, "That's how it's always been paid."