The mine supervisor never expected that Lava Grand General, who'd been calm and collected the whole way, would suddenly turn into a volcano, seeming like he'd explode at the slightest provocation.
If they said even one sentence that made him uncomfortable, they probably couldn't leave alive.
The other party directly placed the blame on Foster Iron Mine and the Nation of Mutuns. They didn't dare refute—they were afraid of dying. The other party wanted to directly take over Foster Iron Mine, and they also didn't dare speak up. At least the mine's resources were still in their hands.
There was no real loss.
Thinking of this, the mine supervisor quickly spoke up. "Of course, of course no problem, General. If you're willing to help us manage Foster Iron Mine, it's our honor."
"After we get out, let them go home and rest. Seeing something with such impact will inevitably make them fearful."
