In the next few days, Wenster seemed to be hit by a storm.
A storm of taxes.
A storm of human hearts.
The power of the tax return system exceeded people's imagination.
Or rather, the jealousy and greed in people's hearts exceeded their imagination.
Every day, every hour, it seemed like someone was being arrested, shot, forced to confess, or reported.
For a moment, people were panic-stricken.
Yet this storm seemed like it simply couldn't stop.
At this time, Frank seemed to regain his aura of prestige and aggression in the Royal Capital, his eyes filled with arrogance towards George's three sons.
But that was only towards them; when he turned to his second brother Joseph, he showed none of that demeanor. Instead, he became careful, cautious, even humble and ingratiating.
After all, how could a second-generation scion idling in the Royal Capital like him compare to an elder brother who held great power at such a young age?
