"Don't worry, their bones aren't any tougher than yours; they will do as told!"
Hearing these meaningful words, Andrew first froze, then suddenly realized what was implied and looked toward Bucky and Simmons who were standing behind David.
Indeed, they were also holding several document folders in their hands.
Could it be...
These were the handles of his other colleagues?
It must be!
If David had collected his dirt, he could naturally have collected that of his other colleagues as well.
With this thought, Andrew sighed helplessly, then turned his head and returned in the direction of the Warden's office.
Inside the Warden's office, Marz and the managers of various zones were still anxiously waiting. Upon seeing Andrew walk in, the person in charge of Zone A immediately asked, "What happened, Deputy Warden Andrew?"
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Andrew's dejected face, everyone sensed that something was wrong. Your next chapter is on мѵʟ
And the next words from him confirmed their suspicion.
"Warden, I'm screwed..."
As soon as Andrew uttered these words, the atmosphere at the scene immediately grew tense.
After a long while, Marz asked in a deep voice, "Speak clearly, what do you mean by screwed?"
"He's been investigating me without my knowing, using who knows what means. In any case, my various infractions, along with the details of my illegal income, have all been dug up...
"What the fuck are you saying!"
Marz was utterly shocked, and the others weren't any better, all wearing disbelieving expressions.
Now they realized that the harsh words David had left them with yesterday were not just empty threats!
The crowd was even more shocked than when they heard Andrew say that he was screwed.
David had not only collected Andrew's dirt but theirs as well?
How could this be...
"No Andrew, that's absolutely impossible... it can't be true..."
Andrew looked at him and replied with a sarcastic tone, "If David could collect my dirt, what's so hard about collecting yours? Do you think you're cleaner than me or something?"
Everyone being colleagues at the same prison, the cleanliness of their hands was an unspoken known.
"This..."
Now, whether it was the zone managers or Warden Marz himself, all of them fell silent with a grave expression.
And watching them in such a state, Andrew felt a wave of schadenfreude, exhaling a long sigh of relief.
These people, just moments ago, had told him to take the blame, hadn't they?
Now, upon hearing that David also had something on them, they were all shrinking back like scared turtles?
Just then, Marz suddenly stood up and walked out the door.
Seeing his departure, nobody dared to dawdle, and they all quickly followed.
In the office lobby.
"Director David, Marz is here."
David, who was waiting in the lounge area, turned his head upon hearing Nisen's reminder and, sure enough, saw a group of people emerging from the corridor.
Leading them was none other than Warden Marz, as shown in the photographs of the file.
Before long, they met face to face, and Marz, with a cheery demeanor, said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, Director David. I was tied up with something and only now could I come see you."
"It's no trouble, Warden Marz. You've got a lot on your plate every day. I suppose this 'trifle' hardly requires your personal attention."