"Sorry, it was our mistake! Please don't do anything rash!"
"Asher! What are you standing there for, apologize now!"
Unexpectedly, Asher's two companions rushed over to grab Sam, preventing the steel pipe in Sam's hand from smashing down on Asher's head.
Asher seemed to be petrified with fear, slumped on the ground, motionless, just staring blankly at them.
"Do you guys think you're cool? To me, you're just bullies picking on the weak, nothing but rogues."
Sam looked at Asher indifferently, easily shaking off the two who were holding him.
It was at this moment that Asher finally snapped back to reality.
"Don't hit me, I... I'll tell you everything I know."
Sam looked at Asher without a word. He could give him another chance, but his patience was limited.
Asher hesitated for a moment: "But you can't say that it was me who told you."
Sam's response was cold. "Do you think you're in a position to negotiate?"
