American Tax Officer

"Bang!"

As Dieter was joying his steak, his right hand, holding a fork and knife, slammed down on the plate upon hearing those words; the plate shattered instantly.

Th, his face contorted with rage, he stood up, walked to the counter, picked up his gold pistol, and was ready to leave.

Seeing this, Sapir panicked and quickly stood up to block the way, "Dieter, what are you planning to do?"

"They're closing my club, I'm going to make them pay with their lives!"

Everyone in Las Vegas knew that DA was his club. If it were shut down, where would Dieter's face be?

And what about the reputation of the Omaha Family?

"Don't be rash, Dieter. List to me, the IRS came fully armed. If you go over there and there's a conflict, if they just..."

Sapir originally meant to say that if you go like this, the IRS will just shoot you dead, and you'll have died in vain.

But realizing this might further agitate the already raged Dieter, he had to change his words to, "In any case, if you go like this, it will be very dangerous!"

"Besides, the IRS is acting under official auspices, and if you go there with guns blazing, it will provoke outrage from official circles and the public!"

"It might ev impact the reputation of your Omaha Family."

"Let me handle this. You just stay here and wait for news!"

Sapir knew Dieter's personality well.

He knew that it wouldn't be easy to calm down a furious Dieter; only bringing up the Omaha Family could somewhat cool his temper.

Sure ough, hearing that the family's reputation could be impacted, Dieter calmed down somewhat.

"Alright, Sapir, you'd better handle this!"

Hearing these words, Sapir finally sighed with relief, immediately left the hotel, and got into his car.

On the way to DA Nightclub, he dialed a number and instructed, "Find out what kind of person Judge Kiesa is and whether he takes bribes!"

His idea was simple.

The IRS could close down their nightclub because they had a judge's closure order.

If he could get to this judge and have him withdraw the order, th the IRS wouldn't be able to proceed with the shutdown.

About sev to eight minutes later, Kiesa's phone rang again.

But upon hearing the response on the other d of the line, his face instantly soured.

This person called Judge Kiesa was the IRS's designated judge.

He might have managed to handle an ordinary judge.

But this Kiesa belonged to the IRS, he wouldn't help an outsider like him against his own people!

With no other choice, Sapir could only go there with a thick face and see if there was a better solution.

...

DA Nightclub.

Under the expulsion of Nisbaki and others, the tire place's dancers, ladies, waiters, and bouncers were all driv to the door.

Next, Simmons closed the two large doors and Ariel took out the IRS's special seal and affixed it across the doors.

After completing these tasks, David approached the group of dancers and ladies, raising his voice, "You all heard what I said just now."

"Before the 3rd of last month, whatever illegal gains you made, we won't demand more from you!"

"But from the 3rd to now, the illegal earnings you've made, you have to turn in honestly to me tomorrow, and it will be the same every month from now on!"

The dancers and ladies on site exchanged bewildered looks.

Soon, a mixed-race lady stood up to protest, "Sir, this is the blood and sweat money we earned by selling our bodies and souls, you can't just plunder it like this!"

Her protest quickly garnered support from the other dancers and ladies prest.

They had earned their money through hard work, wasn't it easy?

The IRS, on the other hand, breezed in here and now demanded their money with a mere word, who would agree to that?

"Plunder?"

David's face grew cold as he said, "Do you think that you can make so much money every day because of the wonderful platform your boss Dieter has created for you?"

"If that's what you think, you are gravely mistak!"

"Without the taxes collected by our IRS to build this city, construct roads, manage public transport, and pay governmt employees' salaries and bonuses, would this city be so prosperous?"

"Would people from all over the world come here for tourism, incidtally seeking you out for tertainmt, allowing you to rake in hefty profits?"

"Now we are only asking you to pay a little in taxes, to give back to society, and you're unwilling?"

The group of dancers and ladies were left speechless by this rebuttal.

The prosperity of Las Vegas drawing visitors from all a the world, thus abling them to earn a good income every day, was indeed something they could not dispute.

"It's all right if you really don't want to pay!"

"For those who only want to earn money from this country without wanting to contribute, we'll show no licy. All foreign personnel, or those who came with gre cards, will be expelled from the country after tax evasion is confirmed!"

"Additionally, any funds in accounts will be completely froz!"

After saying this, David turned his head to look at Nis and said, "Go find the manager later and ask for detailed information on these people!"

"Understood!"

At that momt, all the dancers and ladies fell silt, and those who had led the protests also started burying their heads like ostriches.

Many of them had tered the country illegally.

Having become accustomed to earning big money here, if they were expelled and st back to their impoverished home countries, they might as well be dead.