Mughal was sensible; as long as he loosened his tongue, everything that followed would be much easier to handle.
Of course, this didn't mean that Mughal was truly willing to defect to the Organization of Water or Jethro. Unless someone was exceptionally principled or stupid enough to be utterly obtuse, they would surely show submission.
But whether he could be trusted in the future was something that would require additional measures.
Yang Yi held a thin thread in his hand that, soaked in blood, hung straight down rather than floating lightly in the air, and the line that should have been hard to detect was now clearly visible.
Mughal couldn't take his eyes off the thread in Yang Yi's hand.
Yang Yi walked over to Mughal and stared at him for a few moments before suddenly asking, "You want it? You want the entire Middle Eastern market? To just let Jethro supply you with the arms and then you handle the retail, are you sure?"