By producing an imperial caliber godstone, Yang Qi had immediately seized control of the situation. Worst case scenario, he could just kill everyone who opposed him and replace them.

The disciples present all exchanged awkward glances. They realized that they had miscalculated. Yang Qi wasn’t worried at all about the output of the mine, which meant their threats were completely empty.

Things had gone from bad to worse for them.

They had no trump cards, and thus, what were they to do? Even worse, Yang Qi was obviously so strong that not a single one of them was a match for him. He could clearly kill anyone who opposed him.

So what needed to be done next?

No one had any confidence in their ability to control the situation.

After a long moment, one of the disciples dropped to his knees and said, “Oh exalted Yang Qi, foreman of Mine Thirteen, a person of great moral stature such as yourself will surely overlook the crimes of a scoundrel like me. Please forgive me. I would love to atone for my crimes by performing meritorious acts!”

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