The Martial Unity

Rui deeply read through the newspaper that had dedicated itself to going into the whens, wheres, and whats of Chairman Deacon's daily life.

On average, forty percent of his day was spent in an office in one of his branches, usually going through some paperwork, addressing reports from his various subordinates, and communicating with his various partners, associates, and allies over a multitude of matters.

He spent seven percent of his day traveling, on average. He had many branches across the Shionel Confederation handling local matters in that region that he often needed to travel to for important decision-making matters.

He also traveled internationally through high-speed motorized carriages that could travel at incredible speeds, allowing him to cover the vast expanses of the continent in relatively short amounts of time. He would often meet with international partners, governments, rulers, and even Martial Artists of the Upper Realms for a variety of important matters that required his personal intervention.

Within the Kandrian Empire, he would spent time at his recently expanded branches in the nation. He had always conducted business in the Kandrian Empire, however, what he was doing now was much, much more committal than what he did in other nations.

'In terms of when it is most optimal to attack him, that honestly depends on this particular section…' Rui narrowed his eyes as he arrived at the security measures section.

It was large enough that it had its own newspaper, the thickest one of the bunch with dozens of large pages.

have?' Rui frowned

talked about Chairman Deacon's security expenditure and

eyes widened at the sheer amount this man spent in order to secure his life or make the life of his

but that amount had

been waiting for an assassination

ever spent in his entire life. Rui continued on as he arrived at the actual

and protective. The former were measures that Chairman Deacon had taken to ensure that an attack would not happen at all,

the hundred million Shionel gold that he spent on surveillance measures that were meant to root out any assassins that were planning to ambush him, or the forces that would be pissed off if Chairman Deacon was assassinated, or the measures taken to ensure that anyone who did dare to even try assassinating the man would most certainly be trapped by

included a powerful armor that could protect the user from

trained in guarding protocols in addition

heaved a deep sigh. "He's paranoid that I'm

eliminate him. Still, such extensive protection did complicate things. Rui was grateful that he had yet

safe side with all these preparations. He still thought that Rui was a Martial Squire and that these measures, while perhaps overkill for a Martial Squire, were worth it just to be safe. He couldn't have possibly imagined that Rui was already a high-grade Martial Senior. And not just any high-grade Martial Senior, but a high-grade Martial Senior that had received the tutelage of one of the greatest Martial Master assassins ever. With techniques like the Phantomind Void, Death's Sympathy,

head. 'I've never