Destroying the Data
"Please, sir! Just tell me what you need, but don't kill me!"
Sterl didn't even have to speak. His goal was already half accomplished.
He realized that this portly official, having become a professional, chose to hold an office in reality rather than explore Transcendence, clearly indicating that this guy wasn't someone with a fighting spirit.
Sterl didn't bother to say much. He calmly asked, "Where is the place nearby that stores player data for the game?"
"What? That's controlled by the Ironheart family! I don't have the authority to go there!"
The official's face turned bitter. This was a disaster! The aura of this ruthless man's pet felt like an insurmountable mountain, utterly untouchable!
But the Ironheart family was even more terrifying. They had several third-class players in the game. Revealing their information would be suicidal!