Dustin returned to Mayhill Pig Farm.

He walked up the mountain with an umbrella. From a distance, he saw several people waiting at the entrance.

“Mr. Fox, you’re here!”

When they saw Dustin, the middle-aged man in front immediately tensed up and ran over. He did not care about the rain or getting covered in mud.

“Curtis Zeller, the general manager of the Swansong Group, reporting to Mr. Fox.” Curtis stopped before Dustin and bowed to him respectfully.

The others behind him also ran ove