After hanging up Carlos' call, William gestured to the forty spider-bot deployers. They autonomously flew out of the shipping container and headed toward a textile factory a kilometer away.
To prevent anything from going wrong with Wesley joining the Assassin Brotherhood, William instructed the spider-bots, each the size of a fingernail, to lie in wait. At the same time, he ordered Sunday to keep an eye on Wesley to ensure the young man didn't encounter any unexpected trouble.
After waiting half an hour, William retrieved the deployers back into the castle, tidied up his storage space, and parked his motorcycle in a storage container under a bridge. He locked himself inside the container and opened a portal to return to his hotel suite in Washington, where he washed up and went to bed.
The next morning, he met with Catherine, who reported on the sales of bulletproof suits. They talked business for half the day, but William was only interested in her final report—47 suits sold.
Noticing William's lack of patience, Catherine sighed helplessly. But as a minor shareholder, she couldn't do much about it. William was not only the majority owner but also the inventor and sole producer, giving him the privilege to act as he pleased.
However, Catherine wasn't upset. On the contrary, she hoped William wouldn't micromanage everything, which would leave her with little to do.
After sending Catherine off in a good mood, William didn't rush to pocket the ten billion dollars and unknown number of antiques he had recently obtained from the Hammer father-son duo. He didn't want to act hastily and draw attention to himself.
Since the money was in anonymous accounts, there was no immediate urgency.
After handling these matters, William asked Sunday, "Have all the assassins in the textile factory been recorded? And who is Sloan planning to send to assassinate me?"
"Four hundred spider-bots are monitoring the Assassin Brotherhood's headquarters around the clock. Everyone entering the textile factory has been recorded, and the Loom of Fate is also under surveillance.
"As for the assassin tasked with eliminating you, Sloan seems to be hesitating. Your public display of formidable skills has made him cautious about who to assign for the mission. I'll notify you immediately if there's any update."
"Good. How's the castle's defense?"
"Rest assured, sir. There are over a thousand surveillance points within a ten-kilometer radius of the castle, and another thousand within a three-kilometer range. No one can escape my monitoring."
"Excellent," William nodded in satisfaction. "Find some issues with the castle stables' finances or something related to the 37,000-acre estate and report it to my mother. Get her to handle it."
"No need, sir. Mrs. Lena actually returned to the castle yesterday."
"Ha!" William chuckled upon hearing that his mother was already at the castle. He realized she was cautious too. Upon hearing about the trouble he encountered in Washington, she had immediately returned to the castle as a precaution.
At noon, while William was having lunch, Sunday reported, "Sir, Sloan has issued the assassination order. The assassin is expected to arrive in Washington at 3 PM today."
Chewing his meal, William asked curiously, "Who's coming after me?"
"Bernie Lapossen, alias The Chemist. He specializes in using various poisons to silently eliminate targets."
Putting on his smart glasses, William saw an image of a somewhat handsome middle-aged man. "Sloan really is a cunning old fox, fooling the entire Assassin Brotherhood. He knows poisoning me would be easier and leave less evidence than a direct attack."
Still, William had no intention of dealing with the Chemist immediately. With his poison-detection magic, this assassin posed no real threat to him.
Smiling, William took a sip of wine. "Let me know when this Chemist arrives in Washington. I plan to fly to Las Vegas this afternoon to catch an evening magic show."
"Understood, sir."
At 3 PM, the Chemist arrived in Washington, taking a cab to William's hotel.
The moment he got into the cab, Sunday informed William.
William called the suite manager, requesting a car for departure in 30 minutes without specifying a destination.
Half an hour later, as Sunday alerted him that the Chemist was nearing the hotel, William, dressed and ready, left his suite and took the elevator to the lobby. He made sure to be seen boarding the hotel's Rolls Royce right in front of the Chemist before heading to the airport.
After spending some time and a hefty tip to extract information from the hotel staff, the Chemist learned that William had checked out. Frustrated, he cursed himself for not tailing William's car.
Now, stuck in Washington with no sign of his target, he called Sloan in New York for further instructions.
Five hours later, while William was enjoying a magic show in Las Vegas, Sloan finally received confirmation of William's location.
The Chemist, exhausted but determined, booked a 1 AM flight to Las Vegas.
By 6 AM the next day, he arrived in Las Vegas, prepared his tools and poisons, and waited for an opportunity.
While William was having breakfast, the Chemist, disguised as a cleaner, snuck into his suite and spiked the whiskey with poison. After covering his tracks, he returned to his own room, awaiting news of William's demise. Exhausted, he eventually fell asleep.
When he woke up at noon, he hurriedly turned on the news, only to see footage of William, flanked by professional security, guides, and four stunning women, enjoying a day trip in Las Vegas.
"F! Doesn't this bastard have a girlfriend? How the hell does he dare take four women out? Damn rich people!"
After venting, the Chemist could only report his failure to Sloan.
The news, now widely broadcasted across American TV networks, left Sloan rubbing his temples in frustration. He instructed the Chemist, "Stay in Las Vegas and wait for William to return."
"Alright."
After waiting for three days, the Chemist finally got word that William was returning. But before he could act, William left straight for New York.
This enraged the Chemist, who followed him back to New York. There, he learned from a Brotherhood contact that three of their members on external missions had been assassinated. The methods used pointed to none other than their top assassin, Cross Carlos.
Unable to find an opportunity to infiltrate William's Upper East Side residence, the Chemist was further unnerved by news of another fallen comrade.
Terrified of becoming Carlos' next target, the Chemist decided to return to the textile factory. But just as he was about to leave, William suddenly reappeared in his sights.
Following William, the Chemist watched him enter a large Chinese restaurant. Overjoyed, he realized this was finally his chance to strike.
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