Two days later, at 1315 10th Street, Sacramento, California's capital, this is the address of the California State Legislature.
And at this time, inside an office of the legislature building.
"Hehe, attacking the 'Black Tax Bill' is no joke. Not to mention it will touch the IRS's raw nerve, but the key issue is that Director David is still in California. Everyone is well aware of his influence, what if he targets me?"
"You're putting it too heavily, Senator Phipps. You are a member of the America Congress, a lawmaker of this country. Even the authority of the 'Black Tax Bill' stems from the Congress that you hold. David, no matter how powerful, would not dare to touch you!"
In the office, two men were conversing.
The man sitting behind the desk had a tapered face, small and deep-set eyes that always twinkled with cunning light, as if he could see through people's hearts and everything else. His fingers were lightly tapping on the desk, seemingly pondering over some issue.
