“S…Sir York! Hello!”

The door was pushed open. Dutch tidied up his uniform, and went inside.

Even a prominent figure like him felt extremely nervous the moment he stepped into the room. He felt as if he was about to witness his god.

As soon as he laid eyes on Harvey’s gaze, he instantly knew. The Head Coach had hidden his identity in coming here.

Dutch, in his excitement, almost uttered that name. He stooped right in front of Harvey, not knowing whether he should stand or sit.

Harvey raised his head, and glanced at Dutch. “Let’s talk.”

“You hear that?! Everybody out!” Dutch yelled.

He instantly chased everyone out of the room, then locked the door and pulled the plug of all surveillance cameras inside.

“It’s my fault my subordinates are like this! I’m sorry you’re suffering because of this…” he said, after saluting respectfully.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Harvey smiled.

“Power means everything here. There are all sorts of different forces in the outskirts as well.

“You’re no