Dignity, or Being Made Dignified (I)

"Han Yu, leave him to deal with?"

"Did he really say that?"

Hearing Lady Mingzhu's report, Ye Qingcang subconsciously sat up straighter and questioned Bai Yifei's latter promise.

Bai Yifei's defection had been within his expectations.

After all, Bai Yifei was a smart man.

As the saying went, all a villain's painstaking schemes could not compare to a fool's sudden whim.

He could not predict what fools would think.

But predicting the thoughts of smart people was not difficult.

It could also be called grasping human nature.

The bet was that smart people would not act on emotion.

This was also the basis of the theory that rookies could defeat masters.

Because smart people would always choose the option most beneficial to themselves. Even if every choice ultimately came with losses, they would still choose the one with the smallest loss.

Thus, in Ye Qingcang's estimation,

Bai Yifei's surrender was perfectly normal.

But volunteering for this kind of dirty work was highly abnormal.

Some things were indeed taboo once done.

Yet someone had to do them.

Generally speaking, those who did such things were people unafraid of death and unafraid of what would be said of them after death. Even if they died bearing infamy, they did not fear it. They pursued practical interests, or carried out orders for their beliefs. Within Quicksand, there were three groups responsible for such matters. One was the Netherworld and Faceless Men under Ye Qingcang; another was Seven Absolutes Hall under Wei Zhuang; the last was the sisters of Purple Orchid Pavilion, which Zi Nu had established. They did the most despised work and held the most despised professions, gathering the harshest intelligence and money. Their sacrifices were the foundation of Quicksand's existence, as well as its core force that feared no infamy.

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