American Tax Officer

David shook his finger and said, "This is not a minor misunderstanding, let me be direct with you, Warden Marz. I don\'t want to make things difficult for you. Just pay the taxes you owe and give me a copy of your prison\'s true ledger, and I will turn around and walk away!"

Marz, who had maintained composure until now, instantly turned grim upon hearing this.

He had come to David personally with the intention of downscaling the issue.

But now David was even demanding the ledger; wasn\'t that sending him to his death?

With this in mind, he suppressed the rage in his heart and replied, "Director David, then let me be direct as well. Adding up all the management staff in our prison, the unreported tax amount is no small sum. We are willing to hand it over truthfully. I hope you can be magnanimous just this once!"

"Magnanimous? Who do you think you are!"

Before David could respond, Nisen stepped forward, not mincing his words as he briskly chastised him.

Even the high officials from the city halls of Sparks and Henderson, as well as a supreme authority like Stevenson had been dealt with by them.

Now, a mere warden had the audacity to ask them for clemency?

It was nothing short of a joke within a joke!

"I\'m sorry, Warden Marz. My brothers are used to rough work, and might have a bit of a temper. I will have them apologize to you..."

On the surface, David was apologizing, but his expression lacked any sign of remorse.

In fact, what Nisen had said was exactly what he had in mind.

It\'s just that with his current status, such words weren\'t quite fitting for him to utter.

As the warden of Nevada GCO\'s largest prison, Marz was, after all, a figure of some status. Being berated by a mere Inspector like Nisen was nearly enough to set him off.

But as the saying goes, "Before you beat a dog, you must look at its master."

Since it was one of David\'s men, and David had mentioned an apology, he had no choice but to forcefully subdue his anger and respond, "My stance is unchanged, Director David. You can ask us to pay taxes, but asking for the ledger is like asking for our lives, so I hope you can give us a way out."

"Sorry, Warden Marz, I can\'t do that. However, you also have the option of not paying. But I must remind you, the ledger belongs to GCO Corporation, and you guys are... well, you guys!"

With that, David gave a signal to Nisen Bakesimmons and the others, who immediately stepped forward, passing folders to the prison zone managers.

These managers didn\'t hesitate and began looking through the contents immediately, but soon enough, their expressions turned ugly. Discover stories with мѵʟ

Just as Andrew had told them, David had indeed collected the same leverage against them.

"I understand this matter is of great importance to you, so I\'m not without sympathy. I\'ll give you half a day to think it over, and I want an answer by 5 p.m. today!"

Having dropped this ultimatum, David left with Nisen Bakesimmons and the others in a clean sweep.

And at this moment, Marz had the look of a man with no spirit, his face ashen.

Although he didn\'t receive a folder like the others, he was well aware that if David was able to obtain leverage against Andrew and his other subordinates, collecting dirt on him, the warden, would be a piece of cake.

The reason David didn\'t do so was probably to leave him some dignity, giving him the chance to make the \'right\' choice.

"Warden, what should we do?"

"Warden, David\'s methods are notoriously ruthless. If we don\'t comply with his demands, none of us will get away with it!"

"Warden..."

The prison staff began to panic.

The high officials of Henderson and Sparks cities had ended up with millennium sentences simply because they crossed David.

Naturally, they did not want to follow in their footsteps.

Marz ignored the frantic chatter of the crowd and quickly returned to his office, picking up the phone to dial a number: "Mr. Justin, there\'s been a bit of trouble..."

In Carson City, GCO Corporation\'s branch, a grim-faced Justin hung up the phone.

He had known about David\'s visit to their Rio City prison when Marz was having a meeting here just yesterday.

But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that in just one day\'s time, the entire GCO Prison would face such a catastrophe.

And with GCO\'s largest prison in Nevada State suffering such a disaster, he, as the man in charge here, could hardly shirk responsibility.

With this in mind, he quickly called over his assistant and instructed, "Prepare the car; we\'re going to the FBI Office."

Half an hour later, at the FBI Office.

"Mr. Gavin, the person in charge of GCO\'s Nevada operations, Mr. Justin, says he wants to meet with you."

In his office, Gavin was taken aback when he heard the visitor\'s message, and then replied, "Let him come in then."

A few minutes later, Justin entered pushing the door open and said, "How are things, Mr. Gavin? Doing well lately?"

"Can\'t say it\'s been good or bad, just so-so. Oh, by the way, Justin, what brings you here today?"

"Well, Mr. Gavin, you\'ve probably heard of the IRS\'s David, right?"