Chapter 43: You Are Devils

"Alright, we can leave now!" Unfortunately, Robert couldn't understand the intent of the Loom of Fate, let alone that the origin of this assassination attempt was the Loom itself. Naturally, Robert wouldn't let it go.

With a "Swoosh!" sound, Robert casually launched a shockwave, blowing the Loom of Fate to pieces on the spot. Seeing that the Loom was no longer moving, Robert turned and left, ready to pursue Sloan.

But soon, something occurred to Robert. He turned back and gazed at the shattered parts and threads of the Loom of Fate. Energy gathered in the palm of his hand, forming into fine shockwaves that locked onto every piece and thread of the Loom, blasting them into oblivion...

"Now, it's foolproof!" Satisfied, Robert nodded and left, following Clark's guidance to chase after Sloan.

Stable.jpg Shortly after Robert left, the police surrounded the textile factory. They first shouted into the interior, then attempted to breach it. What they didn't know was that Azu had already left, not even leaving a single complete body behind...

To be precise, the bodies of all the assassins combined couldn't make up a whole one.

Meanwhile, Sloan had already left through his secret passage, driving away from the textile factory in a car he had prepared earlier. Although he didn't understand what had happened, the warning from the Loom of Fate made him instinctively choose to flee.

As for why he didn't take the Loom of Fate with him, the reason was simple. Such a large loom wasn't easy to move quickly, and since the Loom advised him to flee immediately, Sloan didn't have time to consider much else. "How is it that ever since I started tampering with the Loom of Fate's targets, accidents have been happening one after another?" Sloan muttered to himself while driving to his secret base outside, "Could it be that there really is retribution? Huh? Huh?!!"

Muttering to himself, Sloan suddenly noticed a young man suspended in the air in front of his car. It took him a moment to react, but when he did, he quickly pulled out a custom handgun and aimed at the young man in mid-air, recognizing him as Clark's brother, Robert! "Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

It must be said, as the leader of the Brotherhood, Sloan's marksmanship was formidable. Not only could he make bullets turn corners, but he also emptied the handgun's bullets in an instant.

However, bullets without a target, even if they could turn corners, couldn't change anything. In the moment the gunfire ceased, Sloan felt his car being blasted away. Before he could react, Robert had dragged him out of the car.

Moreover, Robert learned from his previous encounters with Fox and Carlos. As he pulled Sloan out, he immediately crushed Sloan's custom handgun and hand, breaking Sloan's other three limbs without bothering to ask any questions. He simply placed his hand on Sloan's forehead, who was now unable to resist.

"Ah!!!" Sloan screamed miserably, the pain of having all four limbs broken was not something even a leader of assassins could easily endure.

"Hmm?" Robert ignored Sloan's screams. Through mind reading, he saw some simple memory images: Sloan tampering with the Loom of Fate's information and the Loom warning Sloan of impending doom, urging him to flee. There was no reason why the Loom of Fate targeted Clark.

This was the limitation of mind reading; it could only access the subject's recent important memories, and for Sloan, these were the important memories.

"Did that male assassin suspect that his tampering with the Loom of Fate's messages was real?" A thought flashed through Robert's mind. He then looked at Sloan with a smile and said, "Now, I speak, you answer. Any problems?"

"Heh..." Although Sloan didn't understand what Robert had just done to him, as the leader of an assassin organization, knowing he was going to die at Robert's hands, he naturally wouldn't satisfy Robert's demand.

After all, whether he spoke or not, he would die. Without any chance of escaping from Robert, why make it easy for his killer? "Ts ts, quite stubborn." Robert raised an eyebrow. He had to admit, Sloan was quite resilient, or rather, the Brotherhood's assassins were all resilient. Though they couldn't resist the pain, none begged Robert for mercy.

But this didn't mean Robert would let Sloan go, nor did it mean Robert had no means to make Sloan talk! With a "Snap!" Robert tapped on Sloan, who initially didn't react. But soon, Sloan found his body instantly stiffening, unable to move anything besides his already immobile limbs, including his head and torso.

The Golden Bind Technique! Using energy to lock an opponent's body, rendering them immobile! It's akin to the legendary technique of acupoint blocking.

And this was just the beginning, as Robert had further refined and enhanced the Golden Bind Technique.

"What did you do?!" Soon, Sloan felt the enhancements, his body starting to tingle and itch, followed by a pinprick-like pain...

Various uncomfortable sensations continuously appeared on Sloan, who was unable to move. This made him feel like his heart was about to explode from the relentless torment.

"It's okay, you can still speak. I ask, you answer. If it gets to the point where you're too in pain to speak, then there's nothing I can do..." Robert spread his hands, looking indifferently at Sloan, "Why did the Loom of Fate mention Clark's name? Where is the codebook?"

"You'll never know!" Sloan clenched his teeth, unwilling to reveal any information to Robert. But as the various uncomfortable sensations spread throughout his body, Sloan's mouth gradually opened. At first, he could still defiantly shout, but gradually, his inner struggle grew.

If he was going to die anyway, why not end it quickly? Why endure such torture before death? As the pain intensified, Sloan's resolve weakened further. Finally, when the pain peaked, Sloan shouted, "The Loom of Fate's list isn't under my control! I was just translating, Clark's name wasn't forged by me, the codebook is behind me. If you don't believe me, take it and go to the Loom of Fate, I've told you everything I know! I ask for nothing more! Just give me a quick end!"

With a "Rip!" sound, before Sloan could finish, Robert tore Sloan's clothes, found the codebook hidden behind him, then looked at Sloan and nodded in satisfaction, conjuring an energy wave aimed at Sloan.

"You're not demigods, you're devils! Monsters!" Feeling death approaching, Sloan clenched his teeth, his voice trembling.