"Pure?"
David looked at Randolph with disdain and said, "Fine, you say you're pure, so let's set that aside for now and talk about the events of December 4th."
"On December 4th, a gang in your jurisdiction called the 'Crewcut Gang' sent $80,000 US dollars to you through one of your sergeants, Duans, correct?"
"Do I need to go have a chat with this gang, or shall I call your sergeant over to give an explanation?"
Randolph, feigning composure, froze upon hearing this.
Before he could gather his thoughts, David's voice rang out again, "If that's not enough, on December 9th, those Mexican traffickers in your area, we can go talk to them too, and then there's January 2nd..."
As David listed off one transaction after another, Randolph's forehead was already soaked with sweat, and a close look would reveal a slight trembling in his limbs.
He couldn't understand when the State Tax Bureau had begun investigating him.
