In the Assassin Guild, it was common knowledge that the strong rose to the top.
Only those powerful enough would be recognized as leaders.
That was how Simon had risen to power.
So none of the assassins thought about revenge.
A total of seven Rank 7s had arrived.
They were the people left behind after the Holy Church's purge. They either had strength or ulterior motives.
But on this matter, Chen Yi and Simon shared the same attitude.
As long as no one crossed a matter of principle, Chen Yi would generally turn a blind eye.
Besides, Chen Yi would not trust these people with truly important missions.
What Chen Yi needed was the influence created by these Rank 7s standing together.
A female Pseudo Rank 7 asked bluntly, "Mister Yi, what is your philosophy?"
Chen Yi knew her.
Ziyuan, skilled with greatswords.
She was more like a Berserker in the traditional sense than a Swordsman.
Chen Yi said, "Make money, then grow stronger."
Ziyuan nodded, understanding what Chen Yi meant.
Simple and clear.
But that was the goal of most assassins.
Aside from some assassins who had joined the Shadow Marauders Guild purely to kill, the rest were basically here for money, resources, and knowledge.
If you could lead me to make money and become stronger, then everything was negotiable.
Ziyuan stood and gave Chen Yi a slight bow. "If you can take me with you, then... Ziyuan is willing to follow President Rowen's orders."
The respect of a powerhouse outweighed the awe of tens or even hundreds of billions of ordinary people.
Ziyuan's recognition carried tangible weight.
Chen Yi vaguely sensed a shift in fortune, fortune belonging to the Shadow Marauders Guild.
The destiny he had absorbed into his body trembled faintly.
A trace of surprise flashed through