American Tax Officer

Peter came up with a lame excuse.

Yet David didn't press on with more questions, as he left the cell to continue his inspection.

Shortly thereafter, their tally confirmed that Zone A had a total of 55 such cells.

Tasting success, David then requested that Peter take him to also stroll through Zone B, and although Peter was reluctant, in the end, he stiffened his resolve and complied.

Prison Staff Office Area.

Upon receiving news that David had finished inspecting the special section of Zone A and was currently on his way to Zone B, Andrew wore a look of worry and ultimately had no choice but to pick up the phone and relay the news to Marz in Carson City.

Carson City.

After receiving the message, Marz immediately said to Justin and the others, "Just got word from the prison—he's inspected our special cells."

"What's going on, Marz, how could you let him into the special cells!"

"Exactly, rumor has it that David's eyes are like a hawk's, able to spot any trace of tax evasion. Letting him in there might just cause us trouble."

"Although the special cells are theoretically legal, David is no ordinary person, and even if it's legal, he's not easy to deal with."

After all, if David uncovers any tax evasion at Rio City Prison, other prisons in Nevada State would surely be implicated.

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That's why the wardens were so anxious upon hearing David had inspected the special cells.

"Do you think we wanted to let him in to inspect, to see? He insisted on it, forcefully; do you think my people would actually dare to stop him?"

Marz's words silenced the wardens at the scene, but they also came to understand the actions of Rio City Prison.

After all, when the Indian Tribe refused to cooperate with David's investigation, he led an armed raid right into it.

Now who would dare obstruct his case?

If this is mishandled, tomorrow's headlines might feature GCO Prison.

"There's no need to worry too much, let him inspect if he wants, as long as the special prison doesn't get exposed to the media, there shouldn't be any issue," one said.

"And the IRS isn't so idle as to go telling the media about this."

"Besides, we've accounted for these prisons' taxes as profits and paid them to the IRS. I believe even if David is very capable, it will be hard for him to find anything."

Justin's words slightly eased the tension among the wardens present.

Yes.

Although these special cells might have tax issues, GCO is a large corporation after all, with every prison having its accounts professionally managed.

It's not certain that David will be able to uncover anything, so there is no need to borrow trouble before it arrives.

Rio City, GCO Prison.

Just as David had guessed, Zone B also contained special cells, just like in Zone A.

After inspecting the special cell area of Zone B, Peter directly said, "All right, Director David, let me be straight with you, the other zones all have special cells too, all the same situation, so... there's no need to inspect each one."

David turned to look at him, "Why, Prison Chief Peter, do you not want me to continue looking?"

"It's not that..."

"Then take us to Block C to have a look!"

David had to inspect all the areas to ensure a rough estimate; otherwise, even if he had the warden and other higher-ups in his grip later, they could still present him with a fabricated number.

Zone B was not far from Block C, and quickly the group arrived there.

However, upon arriving, David noticed that while the prisoners were out for exercise, they all appeared to be listlessly lethargic, with vacant stares, and some even lay sleeping in various areas—obviously, there was a stark difference in spirit among the inmates here compared to the previous two zones.

"Our prison's special labor is divided by zones, and currently, it's the turn of Block C and D Zone, so they are more wearied,"

Peter hurried to explain.

David replied, "Earlier you mentioned, how many hours does this special labor last in the prison?"

"According to regulations, it won't exceed six hours a day."

"If it is six hours, they wouldn't be this exhausted, would they?"

David's face showed his skepticism.

He felt that these prisoners might just have been hustled off the sewing machines the second before he arrived, due to his visit.