"Someone else is watching us? Is it because of the Brotherhood again? I didn't leave any clues behind, did I?" Robet perked up when he heard Clark's Telepathic Communication, but soon asked in confusion.
"It wasn't you who left clues. The two assassins left traces and were discovered..." Clark described what he had just seen through Telepathic Communication.
"Wait! You said... a Talisman? That masked man mentioned a Talisman? What kind of Talisman?" As Robet listened to Clark's account, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked excitedly.
After Robet heard from Kara that this world had Talismans, he had been eager to find more clues about them. After all, Robet had already decided that the Demon Sorcerer, the big boss, would be his opponent.
Unfortunately, for some reason, Kara had recently been leaving angrily after exchanging only a few words with him. Robet had been unable to find a suitable opportunity to ask her for more information about the Talismans.
But Robet had never expected that, just when one path seemed to end, another would open up. He had actually heard more about Talismans from Clark.
"What kind of Talisman? He didn't say. Do you know about Talismans?" Clark glanced toward Bullseye again, but received no further information.
"I don't know that much either. I only know that there are twelve Talismans, corresponding to the twelve zodiac animals. Each Talisman has a different power. Oh, right—one of them can even fire lasers from the eyes!" Robet gave him a brief description.
"Oh? Which one?" Clark became interested as well and asked expectantly.
"The Pig!" Robet gave him the answer and waited for Clark's reaction.
"..." Clark's expression darkened when he heard that. After a moment, he said irritably, "You should get going. It's a bit of a long trip this time!"
"Tch! Kryptonians really do think differently from ordinary people!" Robet muttered, blaming Clark first. Then his figure flashed, and he flew into the sky. "It doesn't matter if it's far. I can fly anyway!"
"You say that as if I can't fly!" The corners of Clark's mouth lifted slightly, though he deliberately kept his tone casual. "How about we have a race sometime and see who's faster?"
"You can fly now?" Robet froze for a moment before swiftly redirecting the attack. "Your cousin Kara still can't fly! Well, she probably still can't fly. Otherwise, she should have flown away earlier..."
"Achoo!" At the same time, Kara sneezed. Confusion flickered in her eyes. She had never caught a cold before, so why had she sneezed?
"Wait! Come back first. There's no rush to leave!" Clark, who had been guiding Robet, suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called out to him. "You can't go over like this. The textile factory was in a relatively remote area before, and apart from the people who worked there, no one else would notice you..."
"But this time is different. This is a place like New York. If someone happens to see you, it'll only cause more trouble. We might as well not deal with Bullseye and wait for him to send people over!"
"Uh..." Robet scratched his head. Clark did have a point this time. It was rare for them to agree on eliminating the enemy before they reached them, so if Robet were discovered and caused even greater trouble, it would clearly be a losing bargain. "Then what should I do? Put on makeup? Or wear a mask?"
But this question genuinely stumped Robet. After all, he had never learned the kind of disguise techniques Master Roshi knew, nor had he mastered Oolong and Puar's Transformation Technique.
"I have a great idea! I discovered some unusual people, and their solution is perfect for you!" While talking with Robet, Clark had already returned home. With a faint smile on his lips, he quickly rummaged around the room. Before long, a shirt with a mask attached appeared in his hands.
"What great idea?" Robet hovered in midair and blinked, waiting for Clark's reply. Then he sensed Clark's Ki flying toward him. The corners of Robet's eyes twitched several times as he stared at Clark, who appeared in front of him, and the pitch-black clothing in his hands. "You're not seriously asking me to wear something this ugly, are you?"
"What's wrong with it? Is there a problem?" Clark displayed the pure-black shirt with its attached hood in front of Robet. "I sewed this myself with great care. Are you questioning my craftsmanship?"
"Let's put aside whether there's any craftsmanship in this thing. I absolutely refuse to wear such an ugly outfit!" Robet declared firmly.
"Forget it, then. Maybe you shouldn't go somewhere so far away after all. I was even planning to give you a few extra days off..." Clark sighed regretfully as he folded the clothes. "We'll just wait for them to send someone over before dealing with them. Since they haven't even made a move yet, taking the initiative really wouldn't be appropriate."
"..." Robet fell silent as he stared at the clothes in Clark's hands.
In the latter half of the night in New York, a figure flew through the air. Since he was dressed entirely in black and even had his head covered by a mask, he had completely blended into the darkness and was extremely difficult to notice.
Inside Bullseye's gang headquarters, the bloodstains on the floor had long since been cleaned up. No one knew where the unlucky underling had been thrown, but despite how late it was, Bullseye still had not gone to sleep. Instead, he was carefully sharpening his signature weapons beside a workbench.
When Bullseye had dealt with ordinary people before, falling flowers and leaves had been enough to kill. Playing cards, toothpicks, and other objects that ordinary people would never think of could all become lethal weapons in his hands. However, when facing supernatural beings, those methods could no longer achieve the desired effect—especially since Bullseye's next target was the existence he had always feared most, the underground emperor, Kingpin!
"Not enough! Still not enough!" Before long, Bullseye angrily hurled all the weapons in his hands away. He knew that these weapons were nowhere near enough to deal with Kingpin!
Just as Bullseye was furiously venting his anger, he suddenly noticed something wrong. After his outburst, the underlings outside had not reacted at all. Although it was already very late, Bullseye's temper was well known, and his men would never dare slack off or doze under his watch!
"Remo!" Bullseye instinctively grew cautious. He stepped to the side, picked up the weapons he had just thrown with a special technique, and shouted toward the outside. "Hm... no, that's not right. I already killed Remo just now. Hughie... huh?!"
The moment Bullseye finished speaking, he saw a figure wearing a mask and dressed entirely in black walk in. When he saw that figure, Bullseye could not help freezing for a moment. Apart from the target symbol missing from the top of the mask, its style was exactly the same as his own!
"You're imitating me?!" Having misunderstood the situation, Bullseye instantly flew into a rage. Several flashes of silver shot from his body straight at the intruding figure. "Did Kingpin find you as my replacement? You think you can replace me? Not so easily!"
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