"Lord Archangel of Death ignored my request, Count Dooku." On Gerrenthum Planet, Tang Xiao was speaking with Count Dooku.
"Lord Archangel of Death did not agree? What did he say?" Count Dooku asked with a frown.
"He said nothing. He simply cut off the communication." Tang Xiao said, "I have already ordered my special forces to prepare. They are heading to Tibrin and are expected to need eighteen standard hours to get ready before launching the assassination."
Count Dooku shook his head. "For a supreme ruler like Suribran-Tu, assassination is not a particularly bad ending. His propaganda and media can easily portray him as a victim, a martyr, making the public overlook the crimes he committed in the past."
Tang Xiao considered it, then said, "I have instructed the special forces to make the matter as public as possible, then hack into their media network and expose Suribran-Tu's crimes. If that does not work... I am afraid I will have to ask you to act personally."
He was now discussing the matter with Count Dooku in all apparent seriousness.
Count Dooku fell silent for a while. Clearly, he was still somewhat uncomfortable with events developing this way. And Archangel of Death had so directly cut off Tang Xiao's communication—did that mean he had already sensed something about this test?
A Sith Lord would rather give up such an opportunity and choose to endure? For the Sith, such flamboyance and such open slaughter were precisely the finest nourishment for their dark hearts.
Yet he had managed to break free from the Dark Side Force's influence over his mind. That could only mean that this man's depth was terrifying... Coincidentally, another Sith Lord Count Dooku knew who was like this was called Darth Sidious.
In Count Dooku's eyes, Suribran-Tu had long been