"Hmm, then we can leave!" Unfortunately, Robet couldn't understand what the Fate Weaver meant, much less realize that it was the source of this assassination attempt. Naturally, Robet wasn't about to let it off.
Boom! Robet casually fired a Shockwave. The Fate Weaver was blasted apart on the spot. After seeing that it had gone still, Robet turned and left, preparing to pursue Sloan.
But soon, Robet thought of something. He turned back and stared at the Fate Weaver's shattered parts and threads. Ki gathered in his palm and transformed into a series of tiny Shockwaves, locking onto every part and every thread of the Fate Weaver before blasting them all into scraps...
"Hmm, now there's no chance of failure!" Only then did Robet nod in satisfaction. He turned and left, following Clark's navigation to pursue Sloan.
After Robet left, the police soon surrounded the textile mill. They first shouted into the mill, then tried to force their way inside. What those officers didn't know was that Homelander had already stopped and left. Not even a single intact corpse remained at the scene...
More precisely, even all the assassins' corpses put together couldn't make up one complete body.
Meanwhile, Sloan had already left through his secret passage. He drove away from the textile mill in a car he had prepared long ago. Although he had no idea what had happened, the Fate Weaver's warning still made him instinctively choose to flee.
As for why he hadn't taken the Fate Weaver with him, the reason was simple. A Loom that huge wasn't something he could easily move away in a short time. Since the Fate Weaver had told him to flee immediately, how could Sloan have worried about anything else?
"Why have accidents happened one after another ever since I started altering the Fate Weaver's targets?" Sloan muttered as he drove toward his secret base outside the city. "Could it be that karma really exists? Hmm? Hmm?!!"
As Sloan muttered to himself, he suddenly noticed a young man hovering in midair ahead of his vehicle. At first, Sloan didn't react. But once he came to his senses, he swiftly pulled out a customized pistol and aimed it at the young man. He recognized him as Robet, Clark's younger brother, who had appeared in the intelligence reports!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
It had to be said that Sloan's marksmanship was formidable for the Brotherhood's leader. Not only did he possess the ability to make bullets turn corners, but he also emptied the entire pistol in an instant.
But even bullets that could turn corners couldn't change anything after losing their target. The instant the gunfire died down, Sloan felt the car blasted into the air. Before he could react, Robet yanked him out of the vehicle.
Robet had also learned from his earlier experience dealing with Fox and Carlos. As he dragged Sloan out, he crushed Sloan's customized pistol and hand, then broke his other three limbs as well. He couldn't even be bothered to ask Sloan any questions before pressing his hand directly against Sloan's forehead, who had lost all ability to resist.
"Ah!!!" Sloan cried out miserably. Even a killer leader couldn't easily endure the pain of having all four limbs broken.
"Hmm?" Robet ignored Sloan's cries. Through Mind Reading, he saw a few simple memory scenes: Sloan altering the Fate Weaver's information, and the Fate Weaver warning Sloan that disaster was about to destroy him and telling him to flee immediately. There was no memory of why the Fate Weaver had targeted Clark.
That was the limitation of Mind Reading. It could only read the other party's more important recent memories. For Sloan, the two events were the only things of real importance lately.
So that male killer's suspicion that Sloan had forged the Fate Weaver's information was actually true? A thought flashed through Robet's mind. He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled at Sloan. "Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer. Any objections?"
"Heh..." Sloan had no idea what Robet had just done to him. But as the leader of a killer organization, knowing that he was going to die at Robet's hands, he naturally wasn't about to satisfy Robet's demands.
After all, whether he spoke or not, he would die. He had no chance of escaping Robet. Why should he help the enemy who was going to kill him achieve his goal?
"Tsk, tsk. You're pretty stubborn." Robet raised his brows. He had to admit that Sloan was quite tough. Or rather, the Brotherhood's killers were all quite tough. Although they couldn't resist the pain, not one of them had begged Robet for mercy.
But that didn't mean Robet would let Sloan go, nor did it mean Robet had no way to make Sloan talk!
Smack! Robet slapped Sloan's body. At first, Sloan didn't react, but soon he discovered that his entire body had instantly stiffened. Aside from his already immobile limbs, even his head and torso could no longer move!
Golden Binding Technique! It used Ki to lock down an enemy's body and prevent them from moving! It was a technique similar to the legendary pressure-point attacks.
And that was only the beginning, because Robet had also modified and enhanced the Golden Binding Technique.
"What did you do?!" Sloan soon experienced the effects of the modification and enhancement. His entire body began to feel numb and itchy, followed by pain like countless needles stabbing him...
All kinds of unbearable sensations appeared throughout Sloan's body one after another. Yet he couldn't move at all, making him feel as though his heart was about to explode from the repeated torment.
"It's nothing. You can still speak right now. I'll ask, and you'll answer. If you wait until the pain leaves you unable to talk, then I can't help you..." Robet spread his hands and looked at Sloan calmly. "Why did the Loom have Clark's name in it? And where is that codebook?"
"You can forget about finding out!" Sloan clenched his teeth tightly, unwilling to reveal any information to Robet. But as all kinds of unbearable sensations began spreading throughout his body, his mouth slowly opened. At first, he could still stubbornly shout defiance, but gradually, his heart began to struggle more and more.
I'm going to die anyway. Why not get it over with? Do I really have to suffer like this before I die?
As the pain intensified, Sloan's resolve grew weaker and weaker. Finally, when the pain reached its peak, Sloan shouted, "The names on the Fate Weaver's list aren't under my control! I'm only responsible for translating them! I didn't forge Clark's name! The codebook is behind me. If you don't believe me, take it to the Fate Weaver yourself! I've told you everything I know! I'm not asking for anything else! Just give me a quick death!"
Rip! Before Sloan could finish speaking, Robet tore open his clothes and found the codebook hidden behind him. He then nodded in satisfaction and condensed a ball of energy, aiming it at Sloan.
"You're not false gods! You're demons! Monsters!" Sloan felt death approaching. He clenched his teeth and spoke in a trembling voice.
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