"Hey, hey, hey!"
Arthur Davis was so startled that his eyes widened. He quickly grabbed Sam Clarke's arm, trying to persuade him earnestly, "Clarke, just drop this nonsense! Do you know what the consequences will be if this blows up? I don't want to live a miserable life with my tongue cut out!"
Her face was serious, with even a hint of panic in her expression.
After all, Mr. William Foster in this circle was someone whose stomp could shake the whole community. It's definitely not something to mess with if he's provoked.
Sam Clarke remained silent for a while, finally loosening his tightly clenched fingers slowly.
His body seemed to lose support as he leaned against the wall, and he said in a low voice, "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you."
After saying this, his expression became more exhausted, and he looked completely deflated, like a frostbitten eggplant.
