But before he could let all his breath out, he hurriedly swallowed it back.
As an assassin, failure was one thing, death naturally even better... but now, being surrounded by a crowd watching him like a play, was indeed a bit disgraceful.
His eyes flickered, as if he still wanted to do something, yet he knew that there was no chance at all.
Su Mo smiled:
"This brother here, will you confess of your own accord, or should I, Su, employ some tactics on you?
Or perhaps... you'd like the heroes of Wusheng Hall here to give you a demonstration of Wusheng Hall's various skills?"
"This..."
Upon hearing this, a struggle immediately appeared on the man's face.
After a long sigh, he said:
"Forget it... At this point, I simply wish for a swift death. If I divulge everything I know, can you... can you grant me a quick end?"
"That's not difficult."
Su Mo nodded.
"... Su, the Chief of the Escort, you keep your word?"
The man looked up at Su Mo.
