The Martial Unity

In the past three months, Rui had done much. He spent most of his time stalking each of the bodyguards of Deacon Industries with Greater Phantomind Void. Building predictive models and finding the resonant frequencies of the various targets took a week per target, when considering how many there were, three months of preparation made sense.

Rui didn't shirk his duties either. The probability of him killing Chairman Deacon was reduced substantially if he didn't create a complete predictive model and resonant frequency profile on each of the Martial Senior bodyguards.

There was even one high-grade Martial Senior, this one was the reason that Rui needed Death's Sympathy available to him.

He was confident of taking on a grade-thirteen Martial Senior. But could he do so while fighting five other Martial Seniors?

Certainly not, he hadn't reached that level.

Not yet, at least.

He intended to make Death's Sympathy and the VOID algorithm among the advantages he had. However, he did have other advantages that he intended to leverage.

In order to build complete predictive models on all of them, Rui even went as far as leaving the country and hiring Martial Seniors to get into a serious fight with each of the Martial Senior bodyguards under various pretexts.

Whether it be false pretenses or spontaneous escalation, he made sure that he saw how they fought.

Across three months, he gained a deep understanding of Chairman Deacon's Martial Seniors. Simultaneously, he also finalized the location of the deed. This was much easier. After all, there was one main large path constructed between the Shionel Confederation and the Kandrian Empire by the East Panamic Transport Association. Chairman Deacon naturally made way of this infrastructure when traveling from the Shionel Confederation to the Kandrian Empire, especially when it was designed to facilitate smooth high-speed travel between the great distance between the Kandrian Empire and the Shionel Confederation.

Rui had spent an entire ten days walking across the path looking for the perfect location.

Until he eventually found it. "This will do," Rui mused as he stood in a barren desert. There were deserted regions between the Kandrian Empire and the Shionel Confederation.

He needed deserted regions because he intended to kill Chairman Deacon, which meant that the bomb was undoubtedly to go off. This meant that he needed an entirely deserted region to ensure that nobody got hurt. It also meant that the probability of interference was low. Rui had gone on to do his research on the entire region just to make sure. However, the region only had a few villages and settlements a few hundred kilometers away from the travel route. Furthermore, they only had Martial Apprentices, so Rui had nothing to worry about.

He just needed to make sure the bomb didn't go off anywhere near them.

He had actually completed major preparation two weeks before the actual assassination. He spent those days simply refining his preparations and fine-tuning to make sure that there was absolutely nothing wrong.

He suspected that he probably only had one shot. Once Chairman Deacon realized how lethal Death's Sympathy was, he would undoubtedly take measures to ensure that this trump card was sealed.

Outside of special circumstances with immense preparation, Rui had no business fighting six Martial Seniors at once. It was simply impossible. It was unlikely he would make another successful attempt within the time period of the protection his family had.

Especially when the reports of the Beggar's Sect went in-depth into Chairman Deacon's search for Rui Quarrier.

Two years ago, the man concluded that Rui wasn't in the Kandrian Empire. At the same time, Rui learned that Kane and Senior Xanarn had arrived from the Kandrian Empire during the same time. This had sparked more investigation from the man, but thankfully, Rui's measures and instructions had been prudent enough to prevent them from learning too much.

Rui was actually surprised. The Beggar's Sect had supplied an unnaturally amount of information on Chairman Deacon's investigation into Rui Quarrier. This information wasn't relevant to the information that Rui had requested for the assassination.

'Looks like they strongly suspect or know that I am Rui Quarrier,' Rui mused. Back in the Kandrian Empire, the upper echelons had already come to learn the identity of the infamous Voider from seven years ago. It was inevitable, given how furiously Chairman Deacon searched for the Voider and Rui Quarrier.

It was just that that information had lost its value the moment the Shionel Dungeon had been squeezed of all its resources. The only person who still clung to the past was Chairman Deacon. Rui could go home without worries as long as he got rid of Chairman Deacon.

The day neared as Rui prepared the necessary utilities for various possible circumstances and scenarios. He spared no measure, going as far as he could.

Yet he felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation in his heart, one he was no longer accustomed to.

'…I'm nervous,' Rui heaved a sigh as he placed his hand on his heart. He hadn't even been this nervous in fights where he nearly died, usually because he tended to enjoy those fights too much. But this was not a fight. There was nothing enjoyable about this fight. He was going to ambush Chairman Deacon, get rid of everything that stood in the way, and then kill him.

Plain and simple.

The day had arrived.

In the Shionel Confederation, Chairman Deacon got into his personal carriage. A highly fortified carriage that could withstand plenty of punishment while keeping its occupants safe, he didn't feel safe unless he traveled in such a carriage of his own corporation's creation.

"I presume everything is in order?" Chairman Deacon asked as he inspected the security detail of his travel convoy.

"We have ensured as much, sir," One of his secretaries replied. "The travel convoy is ready to go."

"Rest assured we have taken all security measures and protocols," His other secretary added.

"Hmmm…" The man glanced out of the window to the sky.

"Not a single cloud…I suppose that's a good omen."