The Martial Unity

Rui booked an inn for a day, secluding him in peace. He didn't feel the need to take any extravagant measures to secure his privacy, most of those would only draw attention. He simply locked his room.

"Huff…" Rui heaved a sigh as he stared at the three newspapers before him. "Finally…"

It had not been easy, but he had finally gotten his hands on the intelligence that he needed to endeavor to kill Chairman Deacon. Four years of missions and operations, and training for those missions and operations had culminated into the bunch of newspapers before him.

The cover and end pages contained mundane news local to the confederation. However, the moment he opened them up, gone was the collage format of a newspaper. The information on him had immediately begun.

The first page contained a profile and some basic foundational information. It detailed his history, his field, and his financial and business state. There was a solid section dedicated to his personality and character profile. The inception of this chapter's publication is linked to B00kW0rm.

There was another section dedicated to his closest relatives, friends, and associates.

However, this was not what he was interested in. 'Moving on…' Rui shifted past the basic information to more pertinent matters.

"Oh…?" His eyes rose up in interest. An extremely detailed set of sections dedicated to his schedule, time allocation, activity duration, and location visits.

The Beggar's Sect had not only collected extremely detailed and precise data on the man's daily lives right down to the minute for the past four years. Every day in his life was observed, recorded, and documented from the day he woke up to the moment he fell asleep. Where he was, for how long he was, and as much as possible, exactly what he was doing.

Rui grew flustered when he saw that the information detailed even the very second that activities had begun or ended.

They had naturally supplied him with that raw information, however, they had taken the liberty to organize and process that large amount of data to make it easier to understand.

There were pie charts that conveyed activity time allocation, bar graphs that represented location time duration, a general time schedule that gave a rough and general idea of what it was like, and two different daily schedule models that evaluated the probability of how Chairman Deacon was going to spend his day based on variables like location.

There were even graphs that plotted the change over time in how and where he spent his time doing what. "Wow…" Rui's eyes widened as he was momentarily taken aback by the sheer flood of data. 'Not only do they have an immense amount of precision in their raw data gathering ability, but they also have a lot of diversity. On top of that, they've done a good job organizing, processing, and assimilating all this information to detect and convey patterns, trends, extrapolations, and probabilities really well.'

The level of statistical knowledge that he was seeing was high school or perhaps college entrance exam level, but they were extremely thorough. In this world, even that level of mathematics was probably the peak, or close to the peak.

Naturally, they did not display any higher-level statistical knowledge that would be considered bread and butter back on Earth for any statistician or data scientist worth their salt, that was fine, he could easily handle that part himself. Still, they did make his job easier.

'He's been spending more time in the Kandrian Empire in the past seven years…' Rui narrowed his eyes. It wasn't possible for him to just drop everything in the Shionel Confederation and simply shift to the Kandrian Empire permanently then and there. He had countless partners, dependants, and benefactors that he couldn't just cut ties with, at least, not without suffering tremendous losses and losing all the credibility he had built as a businessman.

Major changes took time, and even after seven years, he still needed to spend a good amount of his time in the Shionel Confederation.

The graph for the time he spent in the Kandrian Empire escalated as time passed. While the graph for the time spent in the Shionel Confederation decreased as time passed.

'Hm, he's planning to make the permanent switch in a few years, probably two or three,' Rui narrowed his eyes. 'I have to kill him before he grows more entrenched in the Kandrian Empire.'

The more he grew entrenched in the Kandrian Empire, the greater the political ramifications Rui would face for killing him. Even though Chairman Deacon had lost much seven years ago, he had actually gained much right more before that. The sheer amount of wealth he had, made even the profits that Rui got from Esosale Suppliers look humble.

He most certainly used that wealth to form many partnerships in the Kandrian Empire. Rui would be pissing off all the friends he made in the Kandrian Empire by killing Chairman Deacon.

'Starting with Charles DiViliers,' Rui narrowed his eyes. He knew that Charles DiViliers was connected to the Underworld, and he knew that Chairman Deacon was one of the first and firmest partners of Charles. Thus it stood to reason that Chairman Deacon was going to further his ties to the Underworld.

Thus, if Rui killed him too late, he could incur the Underworld's wrath once more. That's why Chairman Deacon needed to die before he transitioned his base of power from the Shionel Confederation to the Kandrian Empire. Even if he was a high-grade Martial Senior, there were forces higher up that he could not afford to provoke. Rui returned his attention back to the intelligence reports and summaries. At the moment, he spent sixty-five percent of his time in the Shionel Confederation and twenty-five percent of his time in the Kandrian Empire. That reflected that Rui had made it in time. Most likely they had not deepened their business partnerships and transactions.

'Well, I'm sure this information package will cover that deeply in another section,' Rui shook his head. 'I need to focus on the parts relevant to the actual assassination itself first, and the ramifications after.'