American Tax Officer

Although the Rodrigozki incident had already intimidated the various criminal gangs in the Western Suburb, making these guys obediently pay their taxes,

the reason these people are criminals is that they all have a severe mentality of taking chances, so there's no guarantee they won't continue trying to luck out and slip through the cracks.

Each dollar of tax revenue is a stepping stone to his soaring career, and he can't let these people scam him.

Not long after, at the headquarters of a gang in the Western Suburb,

"What's going on? Haven't we already paid our taxes? Why the hell does David still want to summon us?"

Gang leader Lange Lai cursed furiously.

Three days ago, after seeing what happened to Rodrigozki and hearing the rumors spread by the Western Suburb Branch, he had forcibly held back the payment for flour supplies and even borrowed a high-interest loan, finally sending someone to quickly pay the taxes at the national tax bureau, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But now the taxes had been paid, and David still wanted to see him.

Could it be that he was looking for a reason to deal with them?

"Boss, he probably just wants to personally warn us to stay honest and pay our taxes on time each month, no worries. Since we've already paid up, he definitely can't mess with us!"

"Paid up my ass. If he really wants to find a reason to mess with us, what kind of excuse can't he find?"

Hearing his subordinate's comforting words, Lange Lai not only didn't feel relieved, but became even more irritable.

After all, no one knew what David was thinking, nor could they guarantee that he wouldn't kill a second 'chicken'. What if he really went after them?

"This...this can't be right, can it? I've inquired about his previous actions in Las Vegas, as long as the taxes are paid, there definitely won't be a problem. He only goes after those who refuse to pay taxes or those like Rodrigozki who outright defy him..."

"Oh right,"

Lange Lai seemed to remember something and questioned, "Are you fucking sure we've paid all our taxes? There's no way we're missing a single day's worth of taxes since the new tax law came into effect, which was December 3rd last year, right? He's not going to get us on that, is he?"

"Rest assured boss, every penny is accounted for, guaranteed not to give him anything to pick on!"

"Are you sure we haven't missed even a day's tax since the 'Dark Tax Act' took effect, namely from December 3rd of last year up until now?"

"I got a professional accountant to do the books, I'm certain!"

"Then let's get the car ready!"

Despite his reluctance to meet with David, since he had been summoned, if he dared not show up, he feared the armed forces would come charging in to arrest him.

At this moment, he could only hope that David simply intended to warn him with this summons.

Besides this gang, the remaining 25 criminal organizations in the Western Suburb had also received the summons, all feeling uneasy, especially the likes of the Latin Gang that had a guilty conscience.

Of course, guilty conscience or not, everyone knew that they had to go since David had summoned them, and they all had to grit their teeth and head there.

Soon, a procession of cars arrived at the Western Suburb Branch entrance, and the summoned leaders of the criminal organizations walked through the gates, led by a receptionist to a lecture hall on the second floor to take their seats.

And after a while, David, flanked by Buckynison's entourage, finally arrived here upon receiving the notification.

Upon the appearance of David, a wave of crime bosses who had been sitting stood up reflexively, much like students rising at the sight of their teacher.

Many, meeting David for the first time, stole covert glances at this formidable chief of police.