"It seems your guess wasn't very accurate."
Richard returned the Crystal Ball to Bob, a cold smile on his face.
Bob wore a bitter smile:
"Brother, I swear by the Sea of Souls, everything I told you is the absolute truth. I hadn't even met the old president before. Who would have thought the old president would choose me as his successor?"
Richard didn't continue to dwell on it; it was pointless to get tangled up in these matters now. The group of successors had already begun to fight fiercely for the position of president.
Although according to the laws issued by the Council of Truth, Wizard battles outside of the Academy War are prohibited, this law is more of a guideline that is easily ignored when the situation calls for it.
The Wizard World is vast, and the Guardians of the Wizarding World not only have to hunt down those mad Wizards to prevent them from slaughtering mortals but also need to find time for research to enhance their combat abilities.
Battles of this scale among Wizards, as long as they don't happen in front of the Guardians, are essentially treated as if nothing happened.
With so many Wizards in the Wizard World, the death of a few non-combatant Wizards could even be seen as a good thing for Wizard Language.
"Bob," Richard's voice was as cold as a December wind, "I think we can cooperate more deeply."
"I recently squeezed out a batch of Alchemy Ink, and I heard that Nine Stars Commerce has many sales channels."
Upon hearing Richard's words, Bob's face lit up with joy.
"Don't worry, once this is done, the sales channels of Nine Stars Commerce will be completely open to Richard Jolod's trading company. Any product from your company can be sold in Nine Stars Commerce's stores without any channel fees."
Richard nodded, then waved his hand, pulling a few Wizards closer.
"Brother, you can have your people handle these Wizards."
As he spoke, Richard pointed to a few Ball Star Aircraft that were rapidly approaching.
The aircraft arrived beside the two, and several black-robed Wizards emerged. One of them, a stout Third Circle Wizard covered in coarse bristles, glanced at Richard and Bob, speaking with a hint of arrogance:
"Vice President Bob, what's going on here?"
"What's going on?" Bob sneered, "Can't you see? I was attacked at our headquarters! Aimon, you're really doing a great job as the head of security!"
Aimon feigned realization and loudly reprimanded the nearby Black Wizards: "What are you all doing? How could you let the Vice President be attacked on our turf? All your Magic Essence is for nothing!?"
The Black Wizards lowered their heads in silence, but it was clear to everyone that Aimon was merely putting on a show.
While Aimon might not have orchestrated the attack, he certainly had either tacitly approved it or participated in it.
Otherwise, with the security strength of Nine Stars Commerce, the higher-ups would have been assassinated long ago.
Bob's designation as the successor of the trading company was likely news to him as well.
It seemed that the various interest groups within the company had reached a temporary agreement—first, eliminate Bob.
Bob's face turned ashen as he watched the scene unfold; Aimon didn't even intend to impose a proper punishment, which indicated that they had already decided he would die.
Richard looked at Aimon and communicated mentally with Ulysses: "How long will it take to take down this fool?"
Ulysses glanced at Aimon and confidently replied, "Ten seconds, at most thirty."
Upon hearing this, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Richard's mouth. Aimon suddenly felt a chill run down his back, as if something terrifying was fixating on him.
"Then take him down."
Ulysses cheerfully said, "Wow, so fierce! This isn't like your usual self."
Richard narrowed his eyes: "If I don't show a bit of strength, things like this will keep happening."
"Got it."
Aimon looked at the unfamiliar Wizard across from him and suddenly felt a chill in his spine, involuntarily taking two steps back.
As he stepped back, a pitch-black crow claw suddenly appeared at the position of his heart.
"How dare you! In front of so many people, you actually dare to..."
Aimon was horrified; he never expected someone would dare to attack him in front of so many witnesses.
After all, he was a Third Circle Wizard; attacking him at the headquarters of Nine Stars Commerce was akin to seeking death. But before he could finish his threat, Ulysses appeared right in front of him.
"Wow, you talk too much."
With that, a crow claw tore through Aimon's hastily erected Magic Barrier and lunged toward his heart again.
Seeing this, Aimon's Magic Power surged within him, flooding into his limbs and causing his body to swell instantly, transforming his already stout figure into something resembling a small mountain.
The crow claw penetrated his body effortlessly, but due to his sudden expansion, it only managed to grasp a handful of fat.
"Wow, too greasy, you fat pig," Ulysses mocked as he withdrew the crow claw.
"Scoundrel!"
Aimon's skin turned crimson, his entire being resembling a piece of blood jade. He swung a fist at Ulysses with terrifying force, creating a vacuum in the air that rippled like water.
Bang! A loud noise echoed through the air.
Aimon couldn't believe his eyes.
His powerful punch was effortlessly caught by Ulysses with a single claw. The pitch-black crow claw gripped his fist like an iron clamp, remaining immovable no matter how hard he struggled.
"Wow, bug, I've got you now."
Ulysses cackled as he reached out with the crow claw again.
Faced with this seemingly ordinary strike, Aimon used all his might, unleashing spells with a power level not less than three thousand, causing explosions in the air like fireworks, tearing through Space Warping Scrolls one after another.
Yet, his body remained rooted in place, unable to move, as the black crow claw acted like an unstoppable steamroller, crushing all his means of resistance.
He watched helplessly as the crow claw plunged into his chest, extracting his massive heart.
As his heart was removed, Aimon's face turned pale. He watched as the black crow flew to the side of Bob's black-robed Wizard, his lips trembling but unable to utter a word.
At that moment, he noticed the terrifying aura emanating from the black-robed Wizard beside Bob.
He was definitely one of the War Wizards from the Tower of Truth who enjoyed Plane Expeditions.
Aimon suddenly recalled that before Bob took charge of the resource development department, his business seemed to involve participating in Plane Expeditions as a military trading company.
Bob's face was somewhat stiff as he watched the scene unfold. Aimon, as the head of security, was a solid Third Circle Wizard and had participated in several plane wars in his early years.
Yet, such a formidable figure was subdued by that unassuming crow perched on Richard's shoulder.
Has this world gone mad? He had always thought that crow was Richard's magic pet.
"Your name is Aimon, right?"
Aimon looked at the black-robed Wizard calmly addressing him.
"You may not know, but I was also on that aircraft just now. Bob invited me to attend the auction hosted by Nine Stars Commerce, and yet you treated me this way. It makes me very uncomfortable."
Upon hearing this, Aimon's face turned pale again.
He knew Bob had dispatched a VIP aircraft to pick someone up, but who would have thought Bob could bring back such a ruthless person?
If he had known this, he would have ensured that Bob's aircraft would have arrived at the auction site without a hitch.
Richard walked slowly to Aimon, holding Aimon's still-beating heart.
"Minister Aimon, I think you handled this matter poorly. What do you think?"
Richard's fingers pressed slightly, causing Aimon's massive heart to deform slightly.
Aimon couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his chest.
"I understand, I understand your meaning, Master," Aimon said repeatedly.
He turned to the Black Wizards who had accompanied him, his expression furious:
"You useless bunch, how could you let such a distinguished guest be attacked? You're all fired!"
With that, the Wizards felt their Soul Contracts with Nine Stars Commerce severed.
The black-robed Wizards exchanged glances, realizing they were the collateral damage in this conflict.
When the big shots fight, it's the little people like them who suffer.
Aimon turned to Richard, forcing a smile:
"Master, do you think this handling is appropriate?"
Richard said nothing, simply tossed the heart toward Aimon and returned to Bob's side.
Aimon carefully caught his heart and stuffed it back into the gaping hole in his chest, his complexion improving significantly.
He took out a Crystal Ball and sent out a few messages. Soon, a new VIP aircraft arrived beside Bob.
Aimon approached Richard, opened the cabin door, and gestured for him to enter: "Master, please."
Richard glanced at him: "There won't be another attack, right?"
Aimon shook his head repeatedly, smiling: "No, no, I will ensure your safety from now on, guaranteeing you won't experience even a bump."
Richard nodded and gestured for Bob to enter.
"President Bob, please."
Bob was momentarily taken aback, but upon seeing Richard's gaze, he quickly understood that Richard was creating momentum for him.
Bob adjusted his Wizard Robe and smiled at Richard:
"You're too kind, Master."
Bob strode into the aircraft, with Richard following closely behind.
The cabin door closed tightly, and Aimon hurried back to his own vehicle. He took out a Crystal Ball that could connect with the pilots of the aircraft.
"Clear the way ahead; if this VIP experiences even a slight bump, you can all forget about your jobs."
"Yes!"
...
Aimon's experience quickly turned into a document, placed on the desks of various potential successors.
"A Black Wizard from the Tower of Truth managed to extract Aimon's heart with just a magic pet, and he did so effortlessly."
Rosser looked at the intelligence on the table, his brow furrowing.
"Teacher, the smokescreen you chose seems to be turning the tables."
Rosser took a Crystal Ball from his pocket and sent out two messages. Soon, a black-robed Wizard arrived at Rosser's office.
"My lord, what do you need me to do?"
Rosser pulled out a beautifully crafted president's badge, with a bloody fingerprint stamped on the back.
"Take this to Romaha City and invite that Master over."
The black-robed Wizard shuddered; while others might not know about Romaha City, as Rosser's confidant, he was well aware.
On the surface, it was a First Ring Wizard territory, but hidden within was a Third Circle mad Wizard.
Seeing his subordinate's lack of response, Rosser's tone grew more serious.
"What's wrong? Do you have any questions?"
The black-robed Wizard shook his head repeatedly:
"No questions, I'm on it right away."
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