The Martial Unity - Chapter 1635

Chapter 1635: Prickling Conversation Chapter 1635: Prickling Conversation Rui’s eyes sharpened.  Now he understood why he could feel everybody’s eyes on him.

It made sense; who wouldn’t want to witness such an exciting meeting?

The young man was smirked with a hint of mischief.

“What’s the matter, Senior Quarrier?

Cat got your tongue?” “As I was saying,” Rui continued.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chairman Decker.” “Come now, you needn’t be so formal, Senior Quarrier,” The young man chuckled.

“I know you so well and have known you for so long that we’re practically already friends.” “I, on the other hand, learned your name less than a minute ago,” Rui replied calmly.

“Perhaps we should address each other as what we are: strangers with no relationship to each other.” “Ah, but you’re the man who killed my father after he hunted you for nine years,” The man smirked mischievously.

“This may be the first time we’ve met, but our paths have crossed each other’s for a long time.” The atmosphere grew colder.

The air was wrung taut.  Many watched the heat of the conversation escalate as Chairman Decker boldly accused Rui of murdering his father.

“I would advise you to abstain from making false remarks,” Rui narrowed his eyes.

“I could sue you for defamation for those words.” “Indeed, but I’m sure you’re intelligent enough to know that you shouldn’t,” The chairman smirked.

“You may win in court; hell, I would probably even plead guilty.

But the court’s decision doesn’t matter; what matters is the court of public opinion, and that court will not find me guilty.” He gestured around him to the little audience that they had gotten themselves.

Rui didn’t so much as twitch, yet he was inwardly displeased.

The threat to sue was indeed a bluff.

Rui would never take such an aggressive measure.

After all, if it truly were nonsensical bullshit, then the normal reaction would be to scoff at the absurdity of the notion.

If his first reaction was to file a defamation lawsuit, such an extreme reaction would make people even more suspicious of him.  “Relax,” The young chairman gestured, raising his hands.

“I’m actually quite grateful that you killed my father.” His words dropped an even larger bombshell as he openly made an outrageous admission.  “After all,” The young chairman smiled.

“I finally obtained the position of my dreams, did I not?” Rui raised an eyebrow.

“You’re grateful that he was assassinated?” “Of course I am.

Hell, I’ve tried several times myself, although they always ended up in failure.

Hahaha.” The man laughed innocently like he had cracked a simple joke.

Yet his words continued to become increasingly controversial and potentially self-harming.

Well, Rui was sure that he would be able to get away with anything, given his power, influence, and wealth.

“…So what I’m trying to say is…” The man’s tone grew heavier.

“You don’t need to be so wary of me, though I do understand why you would.

I was standing right by my father’s side in the past eight years as he spent an absurd amount of capital hunting you down.

I am not interested in picking a fight with a man that even my father couldn’t overcome.

If anything, I admire you, Senior Quarrier.” “…” Rui narrowed his eyes.  “My father was the most fearsome businessman I ever knew.

The Shionel Dungeon was a lifetime opportunity that he had gone all out to win.

Yet a simple Martial Squire and later a Martial Senior defeated him in the battle of his life.” His words were a double entendre.

He was referring to the war over resources, but his actual words could also be interpreted as the assassination attempt that he had succumbed to.

“Rest assured, after witnessing how magnificently he lost against you, I have no intention of following in his footsteps,” The young chairman shrugged informally.

“In fact, I would like to invest in you.

As the youngest Martial Senior in history who also happens to be quite competent and skilled from what I hear, I would love nothing more than to become your patron.” His words sounded great.

But Rui simply couldn’t bring himself to muster even a shred of trust for the young chairman.

He could not trust anything remotely associated with Chairman Deacon.

“I don’t take patrons,” Rui replied.

“It brings about obligations, in the long term, that shackle me.

I don’t like shackles.” “I see,” The young chairman remarked.

“That’s a shame.

Many people, even in this conference, would love to be your patron; I can assure you of that.” Rui glanced around; he could feel their attention and curiosity even if they weren’t looking at him directly.

It couldn’t be helped.

His return to the Kandrian Empire was a spectacle in and of itself.

After that, there had been several more high-profile incidents featuring him.

He had become hot news in the Kandrian Empire.

“Still, it is good to meet you face to face,” The young chairman smiled.

“I would love to be your friend.

We are in the same generation, too, after all.” Rui raised an eyebrow.

“Friendships involve trust.

I’m afraid what we have doesn’t come anywhere even remotely close.” “True,” The man remarked, nodding.

“Still, everything starts somewhere.

Regardless, I am content with just making your acquaintance today.

For now, let us focus on the event that we have gathered here today.” Rui glanced around; the convention hall had grown even more densely filled as even more guests entered one after the other with their own Martial Artist bodyguards.

Each of them wore tailored suits and scrupulously groomed appearances.

They possessed an invisible weight to them that wasn’t nearly as pronounced as the pressure that Martial Artists exerted, yet it existed.

It was a pressure that came with the power to impact nations with a single command.

Its indirectness meant that it did not directly convey itself the way it did for Martial Artists, but Rui was not fooled.

Each of the people here was an elite of the international economy and market and was not to be trifled with, even for him.

Eventually, a door at the end of the conventional hall opened.

A woman with golden hair and golden eyes walked through, followed by two Martial Master bodyguards.

Her attire was business-oriented, yet an exorbitant Royal crest was embroidered onto the chest area of her attire.

“Her Highness Princess Rafia Leoufil Kandria has arrived.” Every member of the Convention Hall bowed in adherence to the code of conduct when graced by a member of the Royal Family.

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