No matter how mad a reborn soul looked, none of them were fools.
Those who could learn to hide themselves, and could pull things off without alerting others — no matter how foolish they seemed, decades of life had taught them how.
Hu Ma understood this in his bones.
Don’t be fooled by how they behaved here — each of them could act wild and unserious, but once they were on their own turf, each would present themselves with all the dignity they wanted.
Maybe that was the trait of the reborn: a person could be perfectly proper when alone, but the moment they gathered, they just had to put on a show — to not be a little mischievous would feel like a waste of having so many of them together.
Miss Red Wine had seen it clearly too, which was why she warned him.
She wanted to use the Yan family affair to test this group of reborn people’s mettle.
She trusted their skill to some degree, but these fellows were equally eager to see what she could do.
The reason they were so motivated to get involved was obvious — she’d provided a good lead, and they could hide behind masks and not reveal their identities.
For reborn people, that was perfect: no exposure, yet able to join the fun...
...and on top of that, there was blood-food to be earned.