Respect humanity, respect interests.
Thanks to the days of diligent patrolling and Yi Chen's encouraging whistle-blower reward system, South City had apprehended several hundred people in an afternoon.
Under the promise of protecting whistleblowers' identities by the Public Security Bureau, there was a surge in responses; anyone late to the scene would miss out on shiny silver coins.
Yi Chen understood all too well.
As a Taoist adept in human nature, Yi Chen deliberately aligned personal gains with societal safety and, using lie-detecting spells to filter out false data, he had already gained the upper hand.
Nighttime.
Within a spacious courtyard owned by the Public Security Bureau, it was now overflowing with people.
From the peddlers and porters to the silk-clad nobility, all were required to squat with hands over their heads.
Around them, fires crackled in braziers, providing light and warding off the chill of the night.
