"If you're with us, of course, we'd have every right to retaliate, but how do you plan to do it?"
What Donald referred to as a justified retaliation was naturally the attack on tax issues.
Deploying armed intervention to eradicate Freemasonry, the Angsa people, the Illuminati, this could cause an uproar in public opinion, and legally speaking, it wouldn't hold water.
But if they tackled these powers through tax issues, as long as they could grab these people's weak spots, it would be perfectly justified to take them down.
"I hear they're hosting a celebration dinner in New York tomorrow, and I'd like to make a trip."
"You're going to make a trip? That's their turf after all, isn't it a bit dangerous?"
Donald had been scared off; he was worried that if David showed up at that dinner, upon seeing that he hadn't died, people from those three great powers might get furious enough to assassinate him in their agitation, and then there really would be nowhere for him to cry.