"Keep leading the way."
Ronald’s expression was cold as he pointed to the building before them.
The assassin, faced with this situation, could only force a smile and continue to lead the way.
Since the assassin was a regular, the guards outside the underground fight venue didn’t stop Ronald and his companion.
They entered the building and passed through two rooms.
Inside a room that looked like a warehouse, the assassin skillfully opened a cabinet door to reveal a hidden stairway.
"My lord, this is the passage that leads to the arena below."
"..."
Ronald nodded silently, signaling the assassin to keep leading the way.
In fact, by the ti he got there, his keen hearing had already picked up on the noisy clamor from below, with shouts like "Kill him!" "Don’t let this guy get up!" "Pinch his butt, get up and keep fighting!" and "I’ve bet heavily on you, keep going!" echoing incessantly.
Even without witnessing it with his own eyes, Ronald could imagine what pleasures these people were indulging in.
Perhaps it was the many tis he had burrowed into the underworld in this world.
Following the passageway down, Ronald was internally undisturbed as he arrived in the arena.
It was a rather makeshift boxing ring.
In the center of a square area surrounded by wooden planks, the ground was covered with a layer of yellow sand, and two underground fighters were locked in a deadly struggle.
From what Ronald could see,
one of the fighters had his jaw so loosened by blows that it was sagging, and the other had an obviously abnormal bend in his arm, both suffering from very serious injuries that required imdiate healing.
But neither the bloodshot fighters nor the nearly frenzied audience around them
had any intention of stopping the match at that mont.
"..."
He quickly looked away from the fight, but Ronald still shook his head.
These matches didn’t actually need to end in death; they were decided by one party being utterly knocked down and unable to get up. But such fights could ruin the rest of the competitors’ lives.
Continuing to follow the assassin deeper in,
they passed through a small door curtained off, and finally, soone stopped them.
Just beyond the curtain, a muscular man blocked their way, his expression very guarded.
"Flying Dagger, why did you bring soone here?"
"Don’t you know the rules?"
"..."
The assassin’s expression faltered.
And before the assassin could think of a response,
Ronald instantly moved past him from behind, grabbing the guard’s neck with one hand before he could react, and forcibly pinned him against the wall.
"Uh..."
Ronald was too fast.
By the ti the guard realized what was happening, he couldn’t even spit out half a word.
His face started to redden, and his hands clutched tightly at Ronald’s left hand. As the guard of this place, he instantly raised his leg to kick toward Ronald’s groin.
However, before the action was even half completed, his raised leg weakly dropped down.
His entire body was dragged down, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely motionless.
Seeing Ronald subdue the guard in an instant, the still-stunned assassin reacted and asked with a fearful expression:
"Sir...?"
Ronald released the guard, whose ability to think had been taken by the power of "Fury", and then turned to look deeper into the place:
"Keep leading the way."
"..."
The assassin codenad "Flying Dagger" had just been subdued by Ronald.
Seeing his own guards easily crushed by his opponent, he now completely abandoned any thoughts of resistance.
"Could this be soone with a book?"
With such speculation in mind, the assassin’s pace quickened considerably from before.
The journey wasn’t too long.
After turning two corners, while still within the range of the buildings above ground, Ronald caught sight of the assassin’s diator.
He was an old man clad in a white shirt and a waistcoat.
Seated in a small room akin to a train station ticket booth, his hands were ceaselessly flipping through ledgers or letters.
Confronted with this scene, Ronald didn’t hesitate to summon the original text of "Divine Cody".
"Its na is Styx,
The dark waters flow downward, reaching the dim and perilous cliffs below.
..."
Instantly, the greatly enhanced power of "Fury" shrouded the entire basent in a black fog. Without needing to lift a finger, the diator’s ergency escape passage behind him was severed by the hellish black mist.
"..."
Suddenly attacked, the assassins and staff already on-site naturally reacted. However, when they saw the "Divine Cody" in Ronald’s hands, they silently withdrew their actions.
In just a matter of breaths.
Only the flickering light of lamps remained in the basent, with everyone awaiting Ronald’s response.
At this mont, the influence conferred by the bearer of the original text was indisputable.
Maintaining his silence and an impassive expression, Ronald took slow steps towards the diator, who imdiately rose from his seat with an expression of awe and allowed Ronald to sit unobstructed.
"That Flying Dagger just accepted a commission to assassinate from you."
"Bring forth the mission docunts."
"..."
Upon hearing Ronald’s question, the old man proved to be much more direct than the assassin had been.
Imdiately bending to search through his work desk, the elderly diator produced a commission docunt within seconds.
Handing it over through the gap in the window, he even added:
"Flying Dagger accepted the commission less than ten minutes before he received the task, all our information on it is right here."
In this situation...
Shouldn’t he demandingly resist and then display his professional integrity?
Faced with the diator’s compliance,
Ronald thought for a mont but eventually silently accepted the reality.
He took the docunt handed to him and perused the contents, which were laid bare.
It was an urgent and hastily arranged commission; the window for assassinating the target was restricted to tonight only. Especially in the column for the assassination target, not even Ronald’s na was ntioned—only a rough description of a handso appearance with blonde hair and gray eyes.
"So that’s how it is..."
Upon seeing this, Ronald could not help but show a bitter smile.
No wonder an assassin of Flying Dagger’s caliber had ambushed him, and upon arriving, the diator started to cooperate with him the mont he saw Ronald’s face.
What a commission!
Urgent, limited to tonight, scarce information on the client and target.
They didn’t even know it was Ronald!
Thus, looking at the compliant diator, Ronald inquired:
"Do you always accept tasks so carelessly?"
The diator responded with a wry smile and a shake of his head:
"Mr. Ronald, this was an accident."
"After all, the client offered too much."
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