As everyone knew, gathering intel meant beating someone while listening to what they had to say.
It worked wonderfully, with a customer complaint rate of zero.
"Wow, Dan Heng, you're amazing!" March 7th applauded.
Stelle chimed in from beside her:
"Mmph, mmmph mmmph mmmph!"
Dan Heng gave Stelle a puzzled look, seemingly unable to understand why there was tape over her mouth.
Beside them, Sampo said indignantly:
"My friends, I, Sampo Koski, treated you as my benefactors, yet you don't trust me at all! That really hurts!"
"You've got some nerve! Did you ask us before bringing us to the Underworld?" March 7th demanded.
"W-well, weren't you wanted by the Silvermane Guards? I brought you to the Underworld to lie low." Sampo put on an innocent expression. "See? Old Sampo always repays his benefactors!"
"What about her?" March 7th pointed at Bronya. "We were wanted, but was she wanted too?"
"Oh, now that's an unfair accusation!" Sampo scratched his head awkwardly. "There was so much smoke, I couldn't see who I was carrying. I never expected to bring her down here too!
"My dear friends, we're all fugitives wanted by the Silvermane Guards. Could we really take her back? Wouldn't that be walking straight into their trap?"
"You've got some nerve!" March 7th puffed out her cheeks in anger. "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had all this trouble!"
At that, Sampo hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands.
"Oh, my dear lady, you can't blame me for that! You helped me once, but when the Silvermane Guards arrested you, I returned the favor!
"I kept watching the Silvermane Guards' movements and finally found a chance to rescue you. How does that saying go? Old Sampo never lets anyone who helps him get the short end of