After Lynch was hospitalized, Mr. Fox rushed to the scene as quickly as possible. From the doctor, he learned that Lynch wasn’t in too much trouble, just so malnutrition and two soft tissue bruises.
Although it wasn’t a major issue, Mr. Fox was still extrely angry. He had high hopes for Lynch and wanted to gain his favor, so he felt he needed to take a stand.
"We have to sue him!" Mr. Fox paced back and forth in the hospital room, "We must sue until he’s ruined, until he can’t afford even a pair of pants!"
Lynch watched Mr. Fox perform. While half of it was genuine, he couldn’t help but wave his hand with a smile, "Let it be, there’s no need to go that far."
By the ti he arrived at the hospital, the cramps in his body had already subsided, aside from so discomfort in his stomach, there were no other issues. During this ti, he thought carefully about what to do next and had already made a decision.
Mr. Fox raised an eyebrow. His words were essentially to side with Lynch. Although he didn’t know how Lynch had sent young Michael to prison, and supposedly confessed voluntarily, he sensed Lynch’s vengeful nature.
Would soone like that not take advantage of such an opportunity? It was clearly a very good opportunity.
Before coming, Mr. Fox had already consulted his own lawyer. The lawyer believed that as long as they sued, Michael would definitely be finished.
First, he forcefully broke into the property without the owner’s permission. Then he coerced the hoowner with violent assault, and as a public official, he knowingly committed illegal actions. Not only would he be skinned, but he would also face a prison sentence of at least five years.
Mr. Fox thought that with Lynch’s intelligence, he would surely ruin Michael’s reputation. But he was sowhat surprised when Lynch told him to let it go. Did he guess wrong, or was Lynch acting?
Seeing the inquisitive look on Mr. Fox’s face, and recalling how he rushed over imdiately, although his performance had sowhat fallen apart, Lynch was still very grateful. Plus, he would need so help from Mr. Fox later, so he shared his thoughts.
"Suing Michael would be seen as a challenge to the Federal Tax Bureau, which is a very sensitive signal and might have the opposite effect of what we intend."
"The Federal Tax Bureau would certainly go all out to protect Michael to ensure the authority, sanctity, and their on-site enforcent power are not undermined. They will do everything possible to brand as a ’criminal.’"
"At that ti, it won’t be Michael I’m up against, but all the officials of the entire federal tax system, and the interest groups behind these people. I can’t win."
He seed to say this very casually, but Mr. Fox was so shocked inside that he couldn’t even change his expression, while Lynch continued speaking.
"The best way next is to use the dia to confront them. Those fearless reporters will help us deal with Michael. The whole country will know about this scandal, and the Federal Tax Bureau will relieve Michael to maintain their image."
Lynch slightly frowned, "There’s a good chance he’ll be suspended and investigated, handled coldly. Once the storm passes, he might be transferred to a remote place to start a retirent life. But that’s not important, what matters is we need the power of the dia."
"Let the dia do what we want to do but are afraid to, and can’t do. By that ti, I’ll still be the victim, and Michael?"
Lynch shrugged with open hands, "Has already beco a stray dog."
Suing Michael is fundantally a provocation of power, even a desecration, because to so extent Michael does not just represent a specific person; he represents the enforcent authority of the Federal Tax Bureau.
This is like a case between a lawyer and a policeman, where a lawyer sues a policeman, actually challenging the entire federal police authority, and that’s why it incurs public wrath.
If he could be a bit smarter and use more tactful ans, that policeman would surely regret what he’d done for a lifeti, and the lawyer wouldn’t need to live in fear of being legally harassed by the police daily.
Lynch didn’t know about this matter; if he had known, he might have thought not all lawyers are smart people.
Beside him, Mr. Fox had already started to sweat on his forehead. He rembered the favor Lynch had asked of him before and couldn’t help but take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat. He was beginning to feel unsure about the young Lynch.
His thoughts, his thods, his ticulousness didn’t seem like sothing a useless person raised and educated for a carefree life, then wasted away after entering society, would possess.
If he were actually the heir of a big family, at this mont, Mr. Fox was willing to believe it, and insistently and devoutly so, because an average person genuinely couldn’t achieve this level.
"Is there anything I can help with?", he asked quickly. At this point, he was no longer looking at their relationship from a superior angle, but rather from an equal or even slightly lower perspective toward Lynch.
A young man of such talent, if he doesn’t et an untily demise, will surely beco a significant figure swinging the powers of the Federation.
Investing in him now while he isn’t yet successful is certainly better than shalessly kissing up to him for the scraps once he becos prosperous.
Lynch noticed the change in Mr. Fox’s attitude imdiately. Although he was a bit puzzled, he didn’t make a big deal out of it. At this mont, having suffered a huge loss, his head was filled with thoughts of revenge, "Of course, I need dia to interview , lots of dia, preferably those with federal-level reach. Spending a bit of money is fine; it has to cause a sensation!"
Mr. Fox exhaled lightly; this was sothing he could do. Honestly, in his line of work, he often dealt with various licensed individuals and so people on the fringes of the entertainnt circle.
He patted his chest and confidently promised, "Rest assured, by no later than the day after tomorrow, several well-known dostic dia outlets will be here!"
"Thank you!" Lynch said politely.
"It’s the least I can do!" Mr. Fox responded, pleased to be on Lynch’s side.
After he left, Lynch called for the nurse, who then fetched the attending physician. They stayed in the room for a mont, and afterward, the physician ca out of the room with a stern face, "Imdiately send this patient to the ergency center..."
Thus, the director of the Sabin City Federal Tax Bureau, who had been woken up in the middle of the night, just lay back down to sleep but was startled by the ringing of the phone again. He hadn’t even begun to get angry when his face dramatically changed color.
The victim was critically injured and had already been sent to the ergency center. The doctor had issued a risk notice, indicating there could be unforeseen risks.
Thinking this, he couldn’t sleep at all; while cursing Michael, he dressed hurriedly and rushed to the hospital. If Lynch indeed died, he had to imdiately address the situation.
Not long after, the attending physician at the ergency center and Lynch, who was "undergoing resuscitation," exchanged a thumbs-up gesture, both shared a quiet laugh.
And all this was because of sothing the hastily arrived director said that everyone in the hallway heard—make sure to save Lynch, using the best equipnt and special dicine, and the Federal Tax Bureau will cover the cost!
Success!
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