"With people like this, our second approach is to turn those around him and cultivate a second representative."
"Or send experts to assassinate him directly."
Mr. Dong smiled airily.
In this world, such methods were all too common.
Old Ninth wasn't surprised either and listened quietly.
"But Sikong Jian's strength is too unfathomable. With just his spear, he wiped out a hundred-man assassination team led by a Seven Awakenings expert in a single night."
"And all eight ministers of the Southwest Group are utterly loyal to him. Every one of our attempts to turn them failed."
"You don't have any Eight Awakenings experts?" Old Ninth didn't believe it.
Shadow Investment was so wealthy. Didn't they have an Eight Awakenings expert backing them?
A group without a supreme expert couldn't grow big.
That was an unwritten rule of this world.
Otherwise, no matter how much wealth you had, you were merely someone else's purse.
"You know Sikong Jian's master, don't you? Gunman."
"The foremost spear practitioner in the world, the only old geezer who could compete with White Garment in weapon skills."
"According to the group's information, that old immortal might not be dead... so... we don't dare push Sikong Jian to his death."
"As long as he stays in the Southwest, we just turn a blind eye."
Mr. Dong's words changed Old Ninth's expression.
Gunman wasn't dead?
If he wasn't dead, he was probably at Nine Awakenings too.
"Old Ninth." Seeing his surprise, Zuo Ju reached out and patted him, smiling. "We Dragon Kingdom people like to hide our abilities. White Garment is the strongest Nine Awakenings, sure, but... who can say there are only three Nine Awakenings in this world?"
"Here's a secret. Based on the intelligence our group alone has, there may be three Nine Awakenings still alive