"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!