Yu Si's strength was like Linghu Chong's: ninety percent of it lay in his swordsmanship. Once he lost his sword, his overall strength plummeted geometrically.
What was more, standing before him now was Meng Zhao, whose martial arts were unfathomably deep. It became even harder for him to turn the situation around.
"Well? Can you talk now?"
Meng Zhao's patience was limited, but seeing that Yu Si truly possessed decent skill, he still gave him a chance.
Anything could happen once or twice, but not a third or fourth time. Otherwise, it was simply failing to appreciate favor.
Yu Si finally lowered his head and disclosed everything—his origins, the existence of the pawnshop, and the fact that someone had paid to have Meng Zhao assassinated—without concealing a thing.
Yu Si was not an assassin raised by the pawnshop, so loyalty or disloyalty did not apply to him.
Especially when the pawnshop had offered him a mere five hundred taels of gold to kill Meng Zhao—how was that any different from the Nine-Headed Worm telling Benbo'erba to go kill Sun Wukong?
Hatred piled upon hatred, and with the circumstances pressing down on him, Yu Si became so obedient.
Besides, another crucial factor was that he was not a killer whose heart was dead as ashes. He had a wife and children, property, and a fine life ahead of him. If he could avoid dying, he still wanted to struggle for it.
After listening, Meng Zhao nodded and flicked a pill toward Yu Si. Yu Si caught it in one hand.
"Take it. From now on, work for me, and I'll spare your life. I may even help improve your swordsmanship."
Yu Si wore a bitter expression, but faced with Meng Zhao's impassive face, he could only swallow it in one gulp.