Marvin walked out of Ethan's parlor, the further he went, the more sothing felt off.
What did that phone call an just now, what had been settled?
He felt uneasy.
It always seed like things were heading in a direction beyond his control.
Was it that batch of liquor having issues again?
Or was it that there was an issue with the Judicial Hall people?
Or perhaps... he considered the most unacceptable possibility, that is, his own n had issues.
Returning to the car, he was not even seated before seeing his n who had gone to check the illegal liquor with the Judicial Hall people, return.
They looked grim.
Could it be...
"Boss..." one of the n began with so difficulty.
"What happened?" Marvin was unwilling to accept this outco.
"That liquor... turned to water." The subordinate said this, deflated.
Marvin was completely disoriented.
"How is that possible?"
He uttered how could it be, then continued as if questioning his n, and himself.
"How is it possible?! That liquor has been checked more than ten tis, how could it be fake, did you not guard it well? Or..."
His gaze turned fierce.
And his n knew what he ant, quickly shaking their heads and pleading.
"Boss, we absolutely haven't done anything to betray the bureau, we all want revenge, you must believe us." "How could the liquor turn to water? Why did the liquor turn to water?"
Marvin's eyes were already bloodshot, he roared in anger, but it was more like questioning himself.
He ultimately couldn't bring himself to act against his n and rushed back into Bolita Manor.
No one stopped him, he once again arrived in Ethan's parlor.
Directly kicked the door open, he strode towards Ethan, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him.
"Tell , what exactly did you do, who was that phone call just now to? Did you bribe my n?!"
Ethan, still holding his coffee, showed no surprise at Marvin's aggressive entrance, only calmly said, "Director Marvin, you're a bit too agitated now, I suggest you calm down, why not sit and have a cup of coffee first?"
"Speak! Tell ! What exactly did you do, making that liquor turn into water?!" Marvin snarled hysterically, finally unable to restrain himself, he pulled out his gun, aiming at Ethan's forehead.
Ethan shook his head, and said, "It's very unwise for you to do this now, Marvin, okay, I'll tell you, that phone call just now was from my finance manager telling that the business matter has been settled, you can call back if you don't believe it, but I need to tell you, doing this is probing into my trade secrets, I can completely sue you."
Marvin, upon hearing this, didn't care, one hand holding the gun pointed at Ethan, while with the other, he dialed back the number.
After a while, soone picked up.
"Young master, what's the matter?"
"Who are you, what did you just say to Ethan?"
"Who are you? Where's the young master?"
"Eugene, for heaven's sake, tell this poor fellow, who you are, what you just did." Ethan raised his voice, shouting into the phone.
"Okay, this... unknown person, I am Eugene..."
The rest Marvin couldn't listen to anymore, he knew he was wrong.
He recognized Eugene, indeed Ethan's finance manager.
But why...
"Ethan..." He once again held the gun with both hands.
"Marvin, my patience for your rudeness has limits, I advise you to put down the gun, because this is my ho, I can legally shoot you on the spot, even if you're the Director of the Prohibition Bureau, it's no use, it's a right given by law."
Ethan frowned deeply.
"My suggestion is, sit down and discuss my previous proposal with , or put down the gun and slowly walk out from here."
Five minutes later.
Marvin walked out of Ethan's parlor, he didn't choose to sit down and talk with Ethan.
He just felt utterly despaired, everything seed pointless.
He had thought this ti he was risking it all, yet it was easily resolved by soone else.
Everything he did seed like a clown in a circus.
He didn't know what else he could do, perhaps resigning and leaving this place was the best choice.
What Prohibition Bureau, what future, it was all fake.
And Ethan, in the parlor, quietly watched his back through the windows.
Although he hadn't completely taken Marvin down this ti, it was close.
He had thoroughly grasped this person's nature, he's not soone who can truly let go of everything.
The current despair is temporary.
There would definitely be a day he would co back to him.
Actually, the plan this ti was simple, he had instructed Walter long before the incident to tamper with the latest batch of liquor.
Walter was granted Ethan's true na, 'Researcher and Alterer of Fine Wine,' with this true na, plus his own knowledge and ability, his ability to manufacture illegal liquor was simply beyond imagination now.
A batch starting as liquor and turning to water after a few days was a re trifle.
He calculated all of this, even the person delivering the liquor was Sandro's staunch supporter, used as a consumable.
It appeared to be Vito's retaliation, but in reality, it was a trap set for Marvin.
As for that phone call, it really was Eugene who called.
It truly was to report back on the matters in Butan City.
The banking issues were resolved, and recent large sums were all processed through the bank.
A fully operational network was set up.
Actually, the various incidents caused by Ethan lately were indirect covers for his financial operations.
Outside Bolita Manor.
Marvin got back into the car.
The atmosphere in the car was suffocatingly silent.
A subordinate couldn't help but want to ask sothing, but Marvin interrupted him, "No need to say anything, everything is my fault, it's my incompetence that hard everyone, when we get back, I'll resign to take all the bla, you don't need to worry..."
He wanted to say more, but soone knocked on the car window.
Marvin suppressed his anger and looked outside, thinking Ethan wanted to continue humiliating him.
Instead, when the window rolled down, he saw an unfamiliar face, this person wearing the Kingdom's uniform, with a strange yet familiar insignia on the chest.
It was the scales on a base of a three-headed dragon.
The Kingdom Statistical Bureau personnel.
Why were they here?
"Is this the Prohibition Bureau? Please leave imdiately, from now on, this place is under our Statistical Bureau's control."
The person's tone was extrely flat, yet arrogant.
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