Moreover, the Empire would not collapse over such a trivial matter. It was entirely insignificant. Abel found plenty of reasons to convince himself.
His expression finally smoothed out, convinced that it was a one-time thing.
"Hesitation, doubt, regret… maybe even a bit of fear?" Li Ming rubbed his chin, speculating on Abel's mindset.
He was very familiar with this kind of psychology. His old friend Feder had walked a similar path.
The difference was that Feder had many people above him, so when faced with threats, he had no choice but to compromise. But there were hardly any people above Abel.
Pulling him into the fold wouldn't be easy, but the rewards would be immense.
This path of corruption had already begun.
"Once you're on this ship, there's no getting off." Li Ming looked at the information Abel had given him. He wasn't sure if it was Abel's first time betraying his own people—it seemed clumsy, but the information was thorough.
