Old John's body trembled as he looked at Mike with a hint of fear in his eyes.
He believed that the human adventurer in front of him was not joking at all.
If he refused to reveal the information he knew, the man in front of him would definitely send him to God without hesitation.
His strong desire to survive made him speak subconsciously.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know. Please don't hurt me!"
Mike nodded in satisfaction, motioning for Old John to answer his question.
Old John took a deep breath and said with a dim gaze,
"Actually, I was just an ordinary tavern owner, and my life was pretty decent.
"My wife was sick last month, and I ran out of ways to treat her..."
He stopped speaking at this point.
There was no other reason. It was because the tip of the umbrella that was pressed against his neck was slightly pushed forward.
A drop of blood slid down from the wound on his throat.
