Yang Shuangxi was in a complicated mood.
At first, he had been worried that the promise he'd received wasn't secure enough. What if there was some loophole and the officials went back on their word?
But he soon realized he'd been thinking like a petty man. It wasn't that the officials had changed their opinion of him or grown softhearted. They simply didn't consider him worth lying to.
In other words, whether they killed him or not was no concern at all to these bigwigs. To put it bluntly, they didn't take him seriously.
That wouldn't have mattered, except his intelligence really was important.
So, what had started as a simple deal—he told them what he knew, and the officials let him go—somehow turned into him getting dragged into the whole operation.
Han Jingjing had said it herself: given the importance of the matter, they couldn't carry out the next steps without Yang Shuangxi. So they'd decided to requisition him on the spot.
Yang Shuangxi was against it. He'd only wanted to trade information. He hadn't planned on selling himself to stay alive.
But the official requisition order wasn't a joke. Once it was issued, Yang Shuangxi could have a hundred mouths and still have no way to refuse.
Seeing his long face, He Jin sneered. "You should be counting your blessings, kid."
Yang Shuangxi gave a bitter smile. "I just want to lie low for a while and live in peace. All the fighting and killing in Jianghu really isn't for me. I'm tired of it. I've had enough..."
He Jin put on a stern face. "What? You weren't tired of working for the Bizarre Tree's agent, or helping Regiment Leader Hu trade with the foreign races. But now you're tired of doing a temporary stint for the authorities?"