"Daring to attack Clark and me? I'd like to see exactly what that broken Loom of yours is, and how it managed to lock onto us!" As Robet flew, the killing intent on his body gradually surged, and his speed continued to climb.
After coming to this world, Robet had never experienced a true battle, nor had he genuinely harbored murderous intent—but that was only because he had never truly been provoked!
This time, that damned Brotherhood had enraged Robet! They had threatened his family!
Not long after Robet set out, the Fate Weaver deep inside the textile factory began weaving frantically once again. Sloan, who had been waiting for news, hurriedly began transcribing the Loom's new message.
"Robet Kent?" Soon, Sloan received an entirely new name. Confusion flickered in his eyes. He knew Robet's name; while investigating Clark's identity, Robet's name had already appeared before him.
But Sloan couldn't understand why the Fate Weaver was giving him Robet's name again. Could it be that Fox and Carlos had found the wrong person, and the Fate Weaver was using Robet to lock onto Clark's identity once more?
"Clack! Clack!" Just as Sloan was puzzled and was considering contacting Fox and Carlos, the Fate Weaver began weaving frantically again, even faster than it had the previous two times!
"Hm? What's going on?" Sloan didn't dare delay. He quickly transcribed the Fate Weaver's message, then froze in place. "The danger of annihilation approaches. Flee at once?"
Almost instinctively, Sloan's pupils contracted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left, opened his secret passage, and slipped inside.
"Clack! Clack!" The entire Fate Weaver trembled as message after message was woven out. If Sloan had still been there, he probably would have been able to decipher that the Fate Weaver was calling for help, asking Sloan to take it with him.
"That Sloan has escaped..." Robet, who had already arrived at the entrance of the textile factory, heard Clark through Telepathic Communication. "But I'll keep an eye on him. First, see if you can figure out why that Loom locked onto me!"
"Okay! I've already locked onto the Ki of everyone here. No one will escape!" Killing intent flashed through Robet's eyes, making Clark at Kent Farm sigh helplessly. He didn't know whether letting Robet kill so freely was a good thing, but the Brotherhood's existence had indeed posed a threat to Martha and Jonathan...
"Boom!" At the textile factory, Robet kicked the gate away. Hearing the commotion, the assassins inside instinctively drew their guns and aimed at Robet's body. They didn't even bother asking questions before opening fire, truly living up to their reputation as professional assassins.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The bullets passed through Robet's body without producing a single splash of blood, because this was nothing more than an afterimage.
Afterimage Fist! The most practical technique from the early and middle periods of Dragon Ball. To ordinary people, this move was no different from a duplication technique.
As the bullets struck the afterimage, Robet's real body had already reached the assassins. One after another, he smashed their bodies apart.
Robet had no intention of holding back or showing mercy. They were merely a group of assassins who had targeted him and Clark. If he didn't kill them, whom else would he kill?
Since they had chosen to become assassins, they had to accept the fate of being killed.
Among ordinary people, these assassins were already quite strong, especially some of the core elites, such as the Butcher and the Repairman.
Unfortunately, in Robet's eyes, there was no difference between them. After all, Robet didn't know any of them.
Even though, with the aid of adrenaline, they reacted faster than ordinary assassins and could even react to Robet's attacks in time, that was all it was: a reaction. Fighting back or dodging was impossible.
Soon, the entire textile factory fell silent. Aside from Robet, not a single living being remained—though it was hard to say whether the Fate Weaver itself counted as a living organism.
"Alas!" Seeing so many lives die at Robet's hands, Clark sighed again, drawing the attention of The Kents.
"What's wrong, Clark? What happened?" Martha asked in confusion as she looked at Clark.
Clark turned to look at Martha, seemingly understanding why Robet had killed his enemies so decisively. It was because Robet was protecting the people who mattered most to him.
"It's nothing. I've just been a little busy lately..." Thinking of this, Clark smiled and spoke softly.
"If you're really troubled, then accept one and reject the other. I still think Robet's teacher is far better than Lana!" Martha shook her head and advised him in a low voice.
"I'll consider it. Let's wait for now!" Clark's expression stiffened slightly. He hadn't expected Martha to bring up that matter, but he had no time to worry about it now, because Robet had already reached the Fate Weaver. Clark wanted to know exactly why this so-called Fate Weaver had targeted him.
"The Fate Weaver? This is it? It can really weave automatically?" Robet examined the Fate Weaver before him in confusion. At that moment, it was weaving frantically, as if trying to convey some message. Unfortunately, with Sloan, its translator, gone, Robet couldn't understand what it meant.
"Clark, can you understand it? Should we go capture Sloan and ask him?" Robet watched the Fate Weaver continue weaving and spoke to Clark through Telepathic Communication.
"Sloan has a special codebook for translating it. With that, we can find out what this Loom is saying, but he took the codebook with him..." Clark was speaking when he suddenly frowned, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
"Perhaps you should leave quickly. The gunshots have already been heard by people nearby. Someone called the police, and they'll arrive soon!"
"This assassin organization doesn't soundproof the place?" Robet looked around, asking in surprise.
"They did, but you kicked the gate apart," Clark said helplessly after a moment of silence.
"..." Robet scratched his head, not knowing how to respond. In the end, he could only turn his gaze toward the Fate Weaver. "Come on, tell me. Why did you want them to kill Clark?"
"Clack! Clack!" The Fate Weaver paused briefly, then rapidly began weaving messages that Robet couldn't understand.
"Write down what it says. Once I find the codebook, we can decipher it," Robet said to Clark through telepathy without paying attention to the Fate Weaver's messages.
"Okay, I've memorized it." Clark concentrated on remembering every line woven by the Loom before speaking.
Soon, the Fate Weaver slowly came to a stop. Its body continued to tremble rhythmically, as if asking Robet whether, now that it had told him the answer, he could spare it...
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