The Slums.
Inside a dim, low-roofed house.
With no electricity, flickering candlelight played across the faces of three youths.
A notebook lay on the table.
It was densely filled with records of Little White Tiger and Old Ninth's movements, as well as the three youths' battle plan.
Their failed assassination attempt last time had dealt all three a heavy blow.
To ensure a one-hit kill, they had racked their brains to devise a new set of tactics.
"Little White Tiger will attend the Chun Prefecture Charity Banquet as a special guest the day after tomorrow. I think that's the best time to strike."
Biting the stopper of his gourd, Xiao Jiu leaned over the table and earnestly analyzed the situation with the other two.
"Little White Tiger's trump card isn't affected by my Sword Array. Old Ninth is easier to take down by comparison. I suggest we concentrate our numbers: Old Spear holds Little White Tiger off while Xiao Jiu and I kill Old Ninth by force. Once we succeed, we retreat immediately."
"Those two are inseparable. As long as we kill one, the next attempt will be easier."
Old Sword rubbed his face. It still ached faintly.
Old Ninth had hit viciously hard. Even now, his face had yet to fully recover.
"The plan works."
Old Spear had the strongest melee ability of the three. Fighting spirit surged in his eyes. "This time, I'm going to have a proper fight with Little White Tiger."
"Agreed."
Old Sword gripped his longsword tightly. "We mustn't disappoint our teacher. We'll kill Little White Tiger and show the world that Tai Sui is far superior to Overlord."
Tap, tap.
Faint footsteps reached them.
Xiao Jiu abruptly rose and gestured for silence.
Years of following Tai Sui all over the place had honed the