Since Meng Zhao intended to use Shi Jie and make him a sharp blade in his hand, he naturally could not avoid letting Lü Zhong know of his existence. He carefully explained Shi Jie's identity.
Thus far, only Lü Yue and Sun Chuanshan knew that Shi Jie was the expert who had battled Shen Tianci that day. Now, Lü Zhong would be added to that number.
There was no need to worry about the father and son, Lü Zhong and Lü Yue. So long as Meng Zhao's true identity was not exposed, they would be his most loyal supporters.
As for Sun Chuanshan, Meng Zhao had leverage over him. Moreover, the man was timid and afraid of trouble, so he posed no threat.
At first, after learning of Shi Jie's origins, Lü Zhong had been somewhat worried.
First, Meng Zhao's actions were like walking a tightrope in midair—far too risky. And favoring dangerous gambles was no good thing.
Those skilled in battle died by weapons; those skilled in swimming drowned in water. Those who loved courting danger would one day pay the price as well.
After all, if one often walked by the river, how could one's shoes stay dry? This time, Meng Zhao might have won by a single move, but next time, that might not be the case.
Second, Shi Jie's identity and origins were far too mysterious, while his strength was excessively formidable. Though he had now been forced to accept Meng Zhao's cooperation agreement because he had been poisoned with Bone Softening Powder and the Dispersing Power Pill, what choice would he make once he was cured? The outcome remained unknown.
However, with the man still in the room, there were many things Lü Zhong could not say, lest he cause Shi Jie to harbor resentment.