"Bang!"
As Dieter was enjoying his steak, his right hand, holding a fork and knife, slammed down on the plate upon hearing those words; the plate shattered instantly.
Then, his face contorted with rage, he stood up, walked to the counter, picked up his golden 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. Listen 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.
