The remaining fish-men's faces changed immediately. They didn't want to die here quietly.
"Sir, could you please let us go? We can pretend that we haven't seen you before."
"That's right. You don't have to feel sorry for us." The fish-men said nervously.
West smiled. The fish-men didn't know what West was thinking.
For him, the most important thing was not to kill them but to know some information about this place.
"Do you have any reliable information?" West asked.
The fish-men looked at each other and said cautiously.
"We don't know what kind of information you want to know. Is there anything you want to know more?"
They stared at the distance between themselves and the fish forks, fearing that they would touch the fish forks with the strong current.
No one wanted to be electrocuted to death.
West suddenly smiled.
The fish-men stared at West, trembling.
"Then tell me something you think is important."
"If it's worthless, I won't let you go."