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The two of them had no hesitation, directly agreeing to the request.

But just to be safe,

they still went to the equipment storage room, took out two assault rifles and put them in the surveillance vehicle of the Bureau, then unloaded some of the equipment from the vehicle to make more space. After that, they headed to David's apartment building.

When they arrived at the apartment building, it had already been half an hour later.

David's furniture and other belongings were not particularly numerous. With the combined efforts of the three people, it took just over an hour to pack all the furniture and items and load them onto the truck.

What followed was the handover with the landlord, then they headed towards the house arranged by the agent.

The location of the house, as per David's request, is in an apartment building about 700 meters away from the Lake District National Tax Bureau.

When they arrived there, the agent was already waiting.

"Mr. David, I presume? I am Gaskell, the one who's been in contact with you all day."

"Hello, Mr. Gaskell, let's go up and take a look at the apartment!"

"Please follow me!"

Gaskell led David all the way to the 13th floor, took out the keys, and opened the door.

The primary color of the room was light grey, complemented by a white ceiling and dark floors, conveying a sense of stability and layering.

There was a comfortable large bed placed by the window. David went over to test it and found that the bedding was made of high-quality cotton and linen, soft to the touch and breathable.

He then looked at the kitchen and noticed it was designed as an open space; with black quartz countertops that had various cooking appliances and tableware on them—it indeed seemed convenient for his daily cooking.

The bathroom was located on the other side of the room, separated by a clear glass door. It maintained the openness of the space while adding indoor natural light. The facilities were comprehensive, and the dry-wet separation design made the space more practical.

Overall, the apartment was virtually identical to the video that Gaskell had sent him that morning. After inspecting the place in person, he was quite satisfied.

"Okay, this one will do!"

"All right, Mr. David, the monthly rent for this apartment is Two Thousand US Dollars. A deposit of Six Thousand US Dollars is required, and you need to pay three months' rent upfront as a one-time payment. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, that's fine!"

The monthly rent of Two Thousand US Dollars was considered a significant expense for the average working-class and even for government employees in Las Vegas.

But David, as Lake District Sub-Bureau's two-time assessment period 'sales champion', had earned close to a six-figure sum in commissions and bonuses, which made the rent seem trivial to him.

"Great, I'll prepare the contract now..."

In the brief moment Gaskell was preparing the contract, David walked over to the window, stuck his head out, and gave Nisen an 'OK' signal waiting below.

Both men understood immediately and began unloading items from the truck and carrying them upstairs.

"The contract is ready, Mr. David, please come sign it!"

Hearing Gaskell's call, David walked over, took the contract and reviewed it briefly. Finding no issues, he signed his name.

Lastly, he paid Gaskell a total of Twelve Thousand US Dollars in cash.

After Gaskell counted and found no issues, he said, "The count is correct, Mr. David. Here are the keys, and please feel free to contact me anytime if you need any assistance!"

As Gaskell left, Bucky and Nisen happened to finish moving things in.

After surveying the layout of the apartment, Nisen asked, "Chief Tax Officer, the rent for this apartment must be quite steep?"

"Two Thousand US Dollars a month!"

Both were taken aback by the high rent, and Nisen then remarked, "Two Thousand a month, that's Twenty-Four Thousand a year. In that case, it might be more economical to buy a place!"

For this type of studio apartment,

buying one might cost somewhere around a few hundred thousand US Dollars.

In Nisen's view, this was a lot more cost-effective than renting.

After all, rented housing would still belong to someone else, while purchasing it would make it your own.

David smiled and replied, "I don't even know how long I will stay in Las Vegas; buying doesn't seem necessary!"

He had considered buying a house before.

But given the current situation in the National Tax Bureau's system, the platform in the Lake District was still too small. If he really wanted to defeat Brown Soros and his group, and take first place on the tax performance chart, his only option would be to move to a more powerful city. Maybe then he could achieve that goal!

According to the plan he had for his career, the Lake District was nothing more than a stepping stone, and he wasn't going to stay long.

So, naturally, there was no need for him to buy a house here.

Hearing this, Bucky and Nisen both snapped back to reality.

Indeed.

With David's capabilities, staying in the Lake District—it seemed like an underuse of his talents.

Not to mention his own advancement, if the higher-ups at headquarters had any insight, they would definitely cultivate such a talent vigorously.

It was inevitable that he would be transferred sooner or later!

But at the thought of David being transferred, both felt a twinge of pain in their chests.

During this period, thanks to David, they had reaped much higher tax achievements than other inspectors across the nation.

If David were to be transferred, they might 'revert to their original form' overnight.

Looking at the two dumbstruck men, David asked, "What's wrong?"

"No... Let's continue bringing the stuff up!"

The two quickly dismissed their thoughts and, after putting things in their place, headed back down the stairs.

Before long, all the items were moved up.

Embracing the spirit of helping to the end, despite David's refusal, the two still helped him set up the items they had carried up in the room.

Another hour passed, and the once somewhat empty house finally felt like a home.

"You two have worked hard, let's go have a meal after washing our hands!"

"No need, Director. You probably didn't sleep well last night and you were busy all day, so we'll just head back..."

"What are you talking about, it's just a meal!"

The two had indeed worked hard for a few hours helping David, and it was necessary to invite them for a meal as a common courtesy.

Eventually, unable to resist David's insistence, they went with him to a nearby restaurant. After enjoying a delicious steak, the three of them dispersed.

David indeed hadn't slept well the previous night and, after the day's moving exertions, even though it was a new house and a new bed, he felt no strangeness and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

But that night, for many people, was sleepless.

The Omaha Family was still running around because of Ditter's matters, trying various solutions.

And after being raided by the National Tax Bureau, Ditter's gang and their backbone members were also in a state of constant panic, hiding here and there.

The next day, after a night of rest, David was full of energy again.

But as soon as he entered the bureau's doors, he was immediately blocked by a crowd of people.

On closer inspection, these were none other than the other seven Chief Tax Officers, apart from Hutton and Hector.

"Director David, I heard that last night you conducted a raid against the Ditter Group, seizing nearly Three Million US dollars in cash, is there any truth to this?"

"Director David, with the Ditter Group's enormous influence, since we're conducting a full collection, why didn't you notify our inspection team to join forces?"

"Yes, Director David..."

"..."

In fact, it was no wonder these Chief Tax Officers were so agitated.

You see, that was nearly Three Million US dollars.

And what made them most indignant was, why were Hutton's and Hector's teams allowed to participate, while their teams could only watch them eat meat, without even a sip of soup?

So, after receiving the news last night, the seven of them had agreed to confront David this morning—they at least deserved a sip of the soup!

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