Finley put on his most sincere expression and said to Atlas, "Mr. Giordano, please give me another chance. I messed up this time, but I promise you, I'll make it up to you and the Northern District by achieving something that will redeem myself."

Atlas' face remained tense, the fury in his eyes unrelenting.

Several Northern District enforcers stepped forward, clasping their hands respectfully. "Mr. Giordano, Mr. Moore has admitted his mistake. Perhaps you could show him some leniency?"

"That's right, Mr. Giordano. It's clear he acted out of foolishness. Now that he's willing to redeem himself, we think he deserves a chance to prove his loyalty."

"Sir, you've always been wise and pragmatic. It's not worth holding onto rage over someone who doesn't deserve your energy. Consider this as throwing out a worthless piece of trash—it's just not worth your time."

Atlas took a deep breath, their words clearly working on him. As much as he despised Finley at that moment, he could not de