Everyone else also voiced their agreement. Dixon only nodded without saying anything more. Tame was the easiest to deal with. Dixon liked simple people like this, muscular but empty-headed. They did not take much time to handle. Cunning people always thought they were above those who relied on brute force. But Dixon was even harsher on this type. He would use their own skills to pin them to the ground, then crush their pride until no hope remained. Dixon told Gobu and the others to secretly protect the miners, making sure they stayed safe and did not get into unnecessary trouble. After that, he immediately returned to the hotel. It had only been an hour since he parted from Diana, yet Dixon already missed her deeply, as if a huge wave had crashed into his chest. Diana was in the hotel room, revising the development plan. She truly wanted to change the situation in Cos, investing far more resources than anyone could have imagined. To others, Diana might seem foolish. Nobody

After the three of them sat down, Gomuka ignored Dixon and continued, “Since I am in charge of Hom Mining together with another partner, we need two signatures for the handover process. Unfortunately, Mr. Harlod is away on business and will only return in a few days. So it is likely we can only finish everything two days from now.” “Isn’t there a third supervisor?” Diana asked quickly. “If I am not mistaken, there is another one named Tame, right?” “He no longer works for us,” Gomuka replied calmly. “Tame abused his authority for various violations. Do you know he has been sent to prison?” Of course Diana knew. She was the one who put him there. Gomuka also knew exactly what had happened. He only thought Tame was stupid. He had been warned but still chose the wrong way, so he deserved the consequences. “Oh? We really had no idea about that,” Dixon said in a flat tone before Diana could respond. “We have just arrived in Cos, so we are still not familiar with this place. Let a

Ezam walked out beaming. Everyone waiting in line was stunned. When he had gone in, he looked ready to explode with anger, but now he looked like someone who had just inherited a fortune. “Ezam, what do those Hamilton Group people really want?” one of his colleagues whispered. “Watch your mouth!” Ezam snapped. “Don’t ever disrespect Mr. Dixon Edric. If you act rude, don’t blame me for no longer considering you a friend!” His words left his colleagues shocked. Ezam then walked off lightly, as if the world belonged to him. All morning, Dixon continued evaluating employees. Anyone he disliked was fired on the spot. On the other hand, those he considered talented were called in, given opportunities, and even promoted with higher pay. The employees outside were nearly driven crazy by this method. Many rushed to fix their appearance or straighten their clothes, desperately hoping they would be spared. In the corner, Gomuka sat gloomily. One by one, every spy he had planted was

The crowd fell silent. The man grew angrier. “Why am I not allowed to oppose? Isn’t this for the workers? Why don’t I have the right to disagree? Or is this just a tactic from Hamilton Group to control us?” Whispers spread among the crowd. Some began to waver. “If this is truly fair, why not hold an open election?” another man shouted. “Yes! If you dare, hold an open election!” someone else responded. Henry grew more upset. His wounds even reopened, almost causing him to faint. Dixon quickly signaled him not to get carried away. Calmly, Dixon stepped to the highest point of the hall, fixing his sharp gaze on the three men stirring up trouble. The atmosphere instantly turned tense. “Do you think you would even have a chance if an open election was held?” Dixon said coldly. “You are overestimating yourselves. I did not come here today to negotiate, but to make a decision. Whether you accept it or not, the union will be formed. If you refuse, I will cancel it right now.”

In a luxurious coffee shop, Harlod sat in a private room. His phone kept vibrating on the table, but he did not answer. Instead, he deliberately turned off the call. The aroma of coffee filled the room, yet he did not touch his cup. His eyes narrowed, watching the man in front of him cautiously, trying hard to hide his nervousness. “Mr. Tagaso, I have already explained our situation. My request is not excessive,” Harlod said calmly. “Compared to the value of that item, what I am asking for is nothing at all.” Tagaso sat across from him. His hat was pulled low, hiding almost his entire face. Only his jawline was visible, while a sharp aura like a blade radiated from his body. “Are you sure the item I am looking for is there?” Tagaso’s baritone voice cut like a knife. “I am sure.” Harlod nodded with a mysterious smile. “There are clear records mentioning it. The storage place is still sealed, never opened. No one else knows about it, except me.” He paused for a moment before cont