In Kara's mind, if she showed Robet how disappointed and hurt she felt, he would at least try to comfort her. Then she could use the opportunity to ask why he hadn't come to school yesterday.
What Kara didn't know was that Robet had always thought Kryptonians could be a little slow on the uptake sometimes. He simply hadn't realized that, in certain matters, the Saiyans—especially Son Goku—had rubbed off on him.
"That's a real shame!" Robet had no intention of comforting Kara. Instead, he sounded genuinely regretful, almost more disappointed than she was. "You and Clark both hate fighting. If only we could find a Kryptonian warrior!"
"You! Hmph!" Hearing Robet mutter, Kara clenched her fist. If they hadn't been at school, where punching him through a wall would have drawn too much attention, she would have hit him already.
Kara hadn't expected Robet's mind to work in such a bizarre way. How could a few words make someone this angry?
If Kara hadn't examined Robet's brain and found it basically identical to a human's, she might have wondered whether his species' brains worked differently from those of ordinary people in the universe.
In the end, Kara couldn't take it anymore. She glared at Robet, fuming, and returned to her seat.
"Yay! ヾ(▽)ノ" Though Demit's Quintet had no idea what Kara and Robet had been whispering about, they secretly cheered in unison when they saw her storm off.
Robet barely reacted when Kara returned to her seat. He felt he was getting used to how quickly her emotions changed. Besides, with Kara gone, he could finally focus on meditating...
Seeing Robet ignore her completely only made Kara angrier, but it also made her hesitate. The thought of training and fighting with him crossed her mind, though she quickly pushed it aside. She didn't want to give in so soon!
One evening, several days later, Robet was training when Clark slowly opened his eyes. He gazed at the setting sun, a hint of longing in his eyes. Resisting the urge to chase after it and bask in its warmth, he descended to the ground.
At the same time, in another time zone, night had fallen over New York. In a corner of the city, a gang leader wearing a strange mask studied intelligence his subordinates had painstakingly gathered. Displeasure flickered in his eyes as his men stood silently below, too afraid to speak.
The masked man was Lester, better known as Bullseye, a notorious assassin in the underworld. He had an innate, uncanny ability to hit any target. In his hands, almost any object could become a deadly weapon!
Bullseye had once been a trusted lieutenant of Kingpin, the underworld emperor. But something had happened recently, and Bullseye had fled Kingpin in disgrace and formed his own gang. Like a snake in the dark, he had been watching Kingpin and his gang closely...
"That's it?" Bullseye looked up, his eyes narrowing as a violent glint flashed in them. "Before the Brotherhood fell apart, all those assassins, and all you found was that Fox and Carlos went to Smallville? What about Sloan? Is that guy really dead? Didn't his Fate Weaver predict the future? How could he have died at someone else's hands?!"
"B-Boss, we really did everything we could," one of his men said with a bitter smile, fear in his eyes. "Before the Brotherhood got into trouble, the only trace of activity we found was Fox and Carlos's. Then they disappeared. There was nothing else we could do!"
Bullseye's eyes flashed with madness. With a sharp puff, he spat out a toothpick that pierced the man's neck. The man clutched his throat and collapsed, writhing on the ground. Blood seeped between his fingers as his body grew colder.
If they had taken him to a hospital right then, he could probably still have been saved. But Bullseye had no intention of doing that. He watched coldly as his subordinate neared death, then tossed the intelligence into the pool of blood.
"Useless trash!" Once the man had stopped breathing, madness gleamed in Bullseye's eyes. It soon gave way to wariness. He clenched his fists. "That bastard Kingpin changed completely after getting that Talisman. He actually wanted me to become some kind of monk, and tried to talk me into repenting and being good? What a joke!"
"I was counting on the Brotherhood to keep Kingpin distracted while I figured out how to steal the Talisman. Now the Brotherhood's in trouble too. Smallville, Fox, Carlos—is there really something going on in that town? Should I send someone to investigate? Maybe some of the Brotherhood are still alive. I already paid the deposit. I might as well get them to act as cannon fodder and draw Kingpin's fire first!"
"The underworld needs a powerful emperor, not some monk who wants to reform people, preach compassion, stop everyone from making money and enjoying themselves, and build a whole new order!"
Bullseye had chosen to work with the Brotherhood for a simple reason: he looked down on assassin organizations without supernatural powers, while the Brotherhood at least qualified as a supernatural force.
On top of that, Sloan had recently started taking outside jobs. Bullseye had paid the deposit expecting to use them as cannon fodder. The money had to be worth something!
But Bullseye didn't know that the moment he started muttering about Smallville, Fox, Carlos, Sloan, and the Brotherhood, Clark had pinpointed his location.
Clark didn't monitor every sound in the world all the time. But to prevent another incident like the one with the Fate Weaver—to avoid having an enemy reach his doorstep without his knowing—he had used his Super Brain to set up keywords that would catch his attention.
And Bullseye's words had clearly triggered one of them. That meant Bullseye might know the truth behind the Brotherhood's downfall, and might even go meet its members in person...
Clark had watched Bullseye kill his subordinate. He frowned, hesitating for a moment.
After all, this was different from the Brotherhood. They had already threatened The Kent Family, so Clark had agreed to Robet's long-distance raid to wipe them out. Bullseye, on the other hand, hadn't yet made a move against The Kent Family.
"Robet, I might need you to take care of this!" In the end, Clark made up his mind. He couldn't allow someone like Bullseye to come anywhere near Smallville and threaten his family. He quickly contacted Robet, who was training, and told him about Bullseye.
The shield was in place. The blade was about to be drawn!
Thanks for all the votes, everyone! Please keep voting, reading, collecting, and supporting the novel!
Before you continue