American Tax Officer Chapter 391: 222: About to Collapse?

Chapter 391: Chapter 222: About to Collapse?

Just as Butler was about to erupt further, suddenly his phone rang. He glanced at it and answered, “President Charlotte…”

Human Rights Organizations have branches in all major cities, and the caller was the president from the Washington D.C. headquarter.

While Butler was on the phone, the previously overwrought mbers of the Human Rights Organization gradually began to calm down.

They thought, David might threaten, but would he really co to their headquarters?

The thought that tips, coupons, and even rocks had beco evidence for convictions made many mbers feel a chill growing in their hearts.

What if David used these tactics against them?

They knew that Ted, who evaded two US dollars in taxes, had been sentenced to 30 years.

Many of them were already of old age.

If they were truly sentenced to 30 years or more, their families would likely have to see out their days in prison!

The more they thought, the more frightened they beca.

One of the mbers, utterly conflicted, seed to have made a decision. After Butler ended the call, he said through gritted teeth, “President Butler, as you know, my daughter has just been born not long ago. She can’t be without a father. To be safe, I don’t think I can continue to ‘fight’ alongside you…”

He indeed desired to beco an admired Human Rights Fighter, but the Human Rights Organization was not powerful like the National Tax Bureau, and David, that super ‘executioner,’ could pin various cris on them any ti with the profitable statutes in hand. It was too dangerous; he dared not gamble any further.

After this mber spoke, many in the room also showed expressions of hesitation and concern, wanting to speak but holding back.

Clearly, the mbers of the Human Rights Organization, although mostly extre, were extre but not brainless.

Knowing that David had both legal rationale and the ability to fra them for cris, if they continued to confront the situation head-on, it would be akin to courting death.

Butler’s face darkened as he saw the mood shift and imdiately spoke up, “Egoard, David is just making threats, and even if he cos, can he really find our shortcomings? Besides, our president in Washington D.C. has now personally gone to et with the National Tax Bureau Headquarter to seek justice. How can we back down at this ti?”

“Well, that’s not necessarily true, President Butler. Ted and the others were also arrested in the street, yet David could still fabricate their cris in such a short ti. It’s very likely that bastard is already fabricating charges against all of us here, preparing to co after us!”

The mber nad Egoard effectively reminded the rest of those present.

Indeed, Ted and the others were arrested in the street, and David managed to procure convicting evidence in such a short ti. If David wanted to go after them, wouldn’t he have plenty of ti to gather evidence?

And if tips, coupons, and stones could beco evidence of conviction, wouldn’t it be equally easy to fabricate charges against everyone present?

With these thoughts, one female mber was utterly frightened and plucked up the courage to say, “President Butler, as you know, I receive quite a lot of tips every month at my job, and I’m about to get married to my husband, so…”

“President Butler, as you know, my father has been hospitalized due to illness, so as his son, I can’t fail to stay by his side, so…”

“President Butler, as you know…”

“…”

With the female mber speaking up, it triggered the sheep effect among those present, and more mbers began to make their excuses, wanting to ensure their own safety first and foremost.

“You… Fuck!”

Butler cursed angrily, glaring at the people, but he could only slump helplessly into his chair in the end.

…

Washington D.C. National Tax Bureau Headquarter,

Obadiah Donald and other senior officials were still celebrating the grand victory of this incident.

It was then that an employee entered and reported, “Director, Mr. Charlotte, the President of the Human Rights Organization, has arrived at the bureau and requests to et you.”

“Charlotte is here? Alright, I’ll go see him right now!”

If it had been the past, Obadiah couldn’t be bothered to et this ringleader of the mad dogs.

But things were different now. The National Tax Bureau had just dealt the Human Rights Organization a severe blow, so how could they miss the chance for a face-to-face mockery?

“Director, I’ll co with you to et him!”

Donald, too, wanted to see the Human Rights Organization’s frustration and followed imdiately.

eting room.

Obadiah and Donald pushed open the door and entered as Donald mockingly said, playing dumb, “Yo, isn’t this Mr. Charlotte? What kind of wind blew you, busy as you are, into our National Tax Bureau today?”

Charlotte, face ashen, demanded, “Obadiah, your people from the National Tax Bureau have gone too far! Sentencing our Los Angeles mbers to 30 years for evading a re two US dollars in tax, so coupons, and a rock is taking the national constitution too lightly, isn’t it?”

Obadiah sat down, crossed his legs, and said with a sneer, “This issue, I think Judge Nicola has already explained to you. Our National Tax Bureau does not convict based on the amount of money but on the severity of the circumstances!”