"Mr. Andreas, if you think you don't need us anymore, then there's no point in us staying here. We can shut down our departments, and you can handle everything on your own." "That's right. If you think you're capable, we're more than happy to hand over all our positions." "We've worked hard for years for Mopp Group. It’s exhausting. Can we… take a break for once?" Their tone was sarcastic and mocking. There was not the slightest trace of respect toward the heir of the Mopp family. Inside Mopp Group, these profit-takers acted like parasites. Outside, they wouldn’t dare challenge the Mopp name, its influence was too powerful. But inside… they behaved as if they were the ones in charge. "And who are you?" Andreas asked, his voice calm but icy as he looked directly at the man who had spoken first. "Namex, Director of Steel Industry Sales," the man replied with a sly smile. "Now do you remember me, Mr. Andreas?" Namex didn’t show the slightest hint of fear. He knew that if Andr

Elsewhere... Everyone who had left the meeting earlier showed different expressions. The families of those killed directly by Andreas were furious especially the Amko family. They were only a second-tier family, but they still wanted answers from the Mopp family. If not for being held back by his relatives, Philiz Amko might’ve already forced his way into the Mopp estate. “My brother just died like that?” Philiz shouted in rage. “How could the Mopp family let Andreas do this?!” “Sir, please calm down. This isn’t the time to go after the Mopp family. Andreas did this on purpose to provoke you. You need to think clearly.” The Mopp family was incredibly powerful, while the Amko family was just a small player. Even if they had supporters, once things got serious, those supporters would quickly back off to protect themselves. Every family in this world understood how the game worked. They were tools and they had to act like tools. “Andreas just took control. Of course he wa

“Gobu, tell me, what should we do with these people?” Dixon asked. Gobu popped a snack into his mouth and chewed loudly, his face flat and cold. “Let’s crush them, Big Boss.” The sudden appearance of counterfeit versions of Hamilton Group’s latest product sent shockwaves through the market. The product had just launched and was being received with enthusiasm. But once the fake versions started surfacing, customers began to have doubts. The situation got worse when some customers received counterfeit goods through official sales channels. Dixon immediately issued an order, and Lokan released an official statement declaring that Hamilton Group had never authorized anyone to produce replicas and that they would take firm legal action against anyone involved. *** Meanwhile, Dixon took matters into his own hands. His methods weren’t always the most elegant, but he never hesitated when it came to results. In an old warehouse in the countryside... A dozen men sat tied up hands

Gobu was outside the room, casually munching on a snack. Dixon remained expressionless, as if he were just pulling weeds in a garden. "Are you enjoying this?" Dixon asked quietly. After his shoulder was dislocated for the eleventh time, Xoom finally broke down in tears, his voice hoarse. "I’ll talk… I’ll talk… I’ll take you there, please… just let me go..." Dixon released him. Xoom’s shoulder hung limp. "Why go through all that? You should’ve just answered from the start," Dixon said flatly. "You still ended up talking after all that pain." Xoom couldn’t speak. Who was this man? A madman? A demon? "If I take you there… will you let me go?" Xoom asked weakly, his voice trembling with fear. "I always keep my word," Dixon replied. "I believe in setting a good example." Xoom stared at him in despair. The irony was brutal. The man who had tortured him without emotion was now preaching morals and virtue. But Xoom didn’t dare argue. He was terrified Dixon might twist his

"One of them is real. But what about the others?" Philiz shouted quickly. He tossed the bottle aside and grabbed another one from the pile he knew was fake. The store clerk panicked. He knew Philiz was about to open a product from the fake batch. If it turned out to be counterfeit in front of the crowd, the store's reputation could be completely ruined. "Stop! Don’t touch the store’s products!" the clerk yelled. But Somma stepped in front of him, blocking his way with a smirk. "Why? Feeling guilty?" He threw a wad of cash on the counter. "I’ll buy them all!" Then Somma shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear, "If this store isn’t guilty of selling fake goods, then why are they stopping me from touching them? There are now more fake products on the market than real ones. Hamilton Group is doing this on purpose to increase their profits. They don’t care about consumer safety!" Philiz calmly unwrapped the packaging of a second bottle. The clerk’s face gradually turned pale, a