Danger, Flee Quickly

"How dare you lay hands on me and Clark! I want to see what that broken loom of yours is all about, and how it targeted us!" As Robet flew, his killing intent gradually surged, and his speed continued to climb.

Since arriving in this world, Robet hadn't experienced any true battles, nor had he ever truly harbored murderous intent. But that was before Robet was genuinely enraged!

This time, the damn Brotherhood had truly enraged Robet! Because they threatened Robet's family!

And not long after Robet departed, the Fate Weaver deep within the textile factory began to weave frantically once more. Sloan, who was waiting for news, hurriedly began to decipher the loom's new message.

"Robet Kent?" Soon, Sloan received a brand new name. A glint of confusion flashed in his eyes. He knew Robet's name; it had appeared before him when he was investigating Clark's identity.

But Sloan didn't quite understand why the Fate Weaver was now giving Robet's name. Was it because Fox and Carlos had the wrong person, and the Fate Weaver was re-locking Clark's identity through Robet?

"Creak! Creak!" Just as Sloan was lost in thought and preparing to contact Fox and Carlos, the Fate Weaver began to weave frantically again, its speed even faster than the previous two times!

"Huh? What's going on?" Sloan didn't dare to delay, quickly deciphering the Fate Weaver's message, and then froze on the spot. "Danger of annihilation, escape quickly?"

Instinctively, Sloan's pupils contracted sharply. Without any hesitation, he turned and fled, opened his secret passage, and slipped inside.

"Creak! Creak!" The entire Fate Weaver was shaking, and messages were being continuously woven. If Sloan were still there, he would likely have deciphered that the Fate Weaver was asking for help, requesting Sloan to take it with him.

"Sloan escaped..." Robet, who had arrived at the entrance of the textile factory, heard Clark's telepathic communication. "However, I'll keep an eye on him. You first see if you can figure out why that loom targeted me!"

"Alright! I've locked onto everyone's Ki here, no one will escape!" A hint of killing intent flashed in Robet's eyes, causing Clark at the Kent Farm to sigh helplessly. He didn't know if letting Robet kill indiscriminately was a good thing, but the existence of the Brotherhood was indeed a threat to Martha and Jonathan...

"Boom!" With a bang, at the textile factory, Robet kicked open the factory doors. The assassins inside heard the commotion and instinctively drew their guns, aiming at Robet's body. Without even asking, they opened fire, truly professional killers.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The bullets passed through Robet's body, but not a single drop of blood spilled, because it was merely an afterimage.

Afterimage Fist! One of the most practical moves in the early to mid-stages of Dragon Ball. To ordinary people, this move was no different from a clone technique.

As the bullets hit the afterimage, Robet's figure had already appeared beside the assassins, shattering their bodies one by one.

Robet showed no intention of holding back or showing mercy. They were just a group of assassins who had targeted him and Clark. Who else should he kill if not them?

Since they chose to be assassins, they had to accept the fate of being killed.

The strength of these assassins was already considerable among ordinary people, especially some core elites, like the Butcher and the Mechanic.

But unfortunately, in Robet's eyes, they were all the same, as Robet didn't know any of them.

Even with the boost of adrenaline, their reactions were faster than ordinary assassins, and they even had time to react to Robet's attacks. But it was only a reaction; resistance or evasion was impossible.

Soon, the entire textile factory fell silent. Apart from Robet, there were no other surviving lives, mainly because it was unclear if the Fate Weaver was considered a life form.

"Sigh!" Clark sighed again upon seeing so many lives perish at Robet's hands, drawing the attention of the Kents.

"What's wrong, Clark? What happened?" Martha asked Clark, looking puzzled.

Clark turned to look at Martha, as if understanding why Robet had killed his enemies so decisively. It was because Robet was protecting the most important people.

"It's nothing, just been a bit busy lately..." Thinking this, Clark smiled and said softly.

"If you really find it bothersome, just accept one and reject one. I still think Lana is much better than Robet's teacher!" Martha shook her head and suggested 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 this up. However, Clark couldn't deal with this now, because Robet had already reached the Fate Weaver. Clark wanted to know why this so-called Fate Weaver had targeted him.

"Fate Weaver? This is it? It can really weave automatically?" Robet looked at the Fate Weaver in front of him, puzzled. The Fate Weaver was weaving frantically, as if trying to convey a message. But unfortunately, without Sloan, the translator, Robet couldn't understand the Fate Weaver's meaning.

"Clark, can you understand it? Should we go catch Sloan and ask him?" Robet said, looking at the continuously weaving Fate Weaver and communicating telepathically with Clark.

"Sloan has a special deciphering codebook. With it, we can know what this loom is saying. But he took the codebook with him..." Clark said, then suddenly frowned, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

"Perhaps you should leave quickly. The gunshots have been heard by nearby people, someone has called the police, and they will arrive soon!"

"Don't their assassin organizations have soundproofing?" Robet asked, looking around in surprise.

"They do, but you kicked the main door in," Clark said helplessly after a moment of silence.

"..." Robet scratched his head, unsure how to respond. In the end, he could only turn his gaze to the Fate Weaver. "Come on, you tell me, why did you have them kill Clark?"

"Creak! Creak!" The Fate Weaver paused slightly, then quickly began to weave messages that Robet couldn't understand.

"Record what it says. When I find the codebook, we can decipher it then!" Robet didn't pay attention to the Fate Weaver's messages and instead transmitted to Clark.

"Okay, I've recorded it all," Clark said, having memorized every line woven by the loom with his full attention.

Soon, the Fate Weaver slowly stopped. Its body was still shaking rhythmically, as if asking Robet if it had given the answer and if it could be spared...

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