"Daring to target Clark and me, I really want to see what this broken loom is all about and how it set its sights on us!" As Robert flew, a killing intent gradually emerged from him, and his speed kept increasing.

Since coming to this world, Robert hadn't experienced any real combat, nor had he truly harbored the intent to kill. But that was before he was truly angered! This time, the broken Brotherhood had enraged Robert! Because they threatened Robert's family! Shortly after Robert set off, the Loom of Fate in the depths of the textile factory began to weave frantically again, causing Sloan, who was waiting for news, to hurriedly start translating the loom's new message.

"Robert Kent?" Soon, Sloan received a brand new name, confusion flickering in his eyes. He knew Robert's name from when he investigated Clark's identity; Robert's name had already appeared before him.

But Sloan didn't understand why the Loom of Fate was now giving out Robert's name. Was it because Fox and Carlos targeted the wrong person, and the Loom of Fate was re-identifying Clark's identity through Robert? "Click! Click!" Just as Sloan pondered and prepared to contact Fox and Carlos, the Loom of Fate began to weave frantically again, even faster than the previous times! "Hm? What's happening?" Sloan quickly translated the message from the Loom of Fate, then froze, "Doom impending, escape quickly?"

Instinctively, Sloan's pupils dilated, and without any hesitation, he turned and left, opening his secret passage and darting inside.

"Click! Click!" The entire Loom of Fate was trembling, weaving message after message. If Sloan were still there, he might have translated that the Loom of Fate was seeking help, asking Sloan to take it with him.

"Sloan has escaped..." Robert, already at the entrance of the textile factory, heard Clark's telepathic message, "But I'll keep an eye on him. You see if you can figure out why that loom targeted me!"

"Okay! I've locked onto everyone's presence here; no one will escape!" A murderous intent flashed in Robert's eyes, causing Clark back at the Kent farm to sigh helplessly. He wasn't sure if letting Robert carry out these killings was a good thing, but the Brotherhood's existence indeed posed a threat to Martha and Jonathan...

"Boom!" At the textile factory, Robert kicked the factory door flying. The assassins inside, hearing the noise, instinctively drew their guns and aimed at Robert's body, opening fire without even asking questions – the mark of professional assassins.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The bullets passed through Robert's body without leaving a trace of blood because it was just an afterimage.

Afterimage Fist! A highly practical technique from the early to mid-period of Dragon Ball, indistinguishable from the art of cloning to ordinary people.

As the bullets hit the afterimage, Robert's figure had already reached the assassins, one by one shattering their bodies.

Robert had no intention of holding back or showing mercy. A bunch of assassins, after all, who had targeted him and Clark, deserved no less. Since they chose to become assassins, they must accept the fate of being killed.

The strength of these assassins, especially the core elites like the Butcher, the Mechanic, etc., was already very formidable among ordinary people.

Unfortunately, they made no difference in Robert's eyes, after all, Robert didn't know them.

Even if they reacted faster than ordinary assassins under the influence of adrenaline, even having time to react to Robert's attacks, reacting was all they could do. Dodging or resisting was impossible.

Soon, the entire textile factory fell silent, with no living beings left other than Robert, mainly unsure if the Loom of Fate counted as a life form.

"Sigh!" Clark, seeing so many lives taken by Robert, sighed again, attracting the Kent couple's attention.

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

Clark turned to Martha, seemingly understanding why Robert was so decisive in killing enemies, because Robert was protecting the most important people.

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

"If you really feel bothered, then accept one and reject one. I still think Lana is much better than that teacher of Robert's!" Martha shook her head, suggesting softly.

"I'll consider it, just wait!" Clark's expression stiffened slightly, not expecting Martha to bring this up. But Clark couldn't be concerned with that now because Robert had reached the Loom of Fate, and Clark wanted to know why this so-called Loom of Fate had targeted him.

"The Loom of Fate? This is it? It can actually weave automatically?" Robert examined the Loom of Fate in front of him, which was frantically weaving as if trying to convey a message. However, without translator Sloan, Robert couldn't understand the loom's intent.

"Clark, can you understand it? Should we capture Sloan and ask?" Robert watched the Loom of Fate continue weaving, engaging in telepathic conversation with Clark.

"Sloan had a special codebook for translation. With it, we could understand what this loom is saying, but he took the codebook with him..." Clark was speaking when he suddenly frowned, urgency in his voice.

"Maybe you should leave quickly. The gunfire has been heard by nearby people, and someone has called the police. They'll arrive soon!"

"They didn't soundproof their assassin organization?" Robert looked around, surprised.

"They did, but you smashed the door." Clark paused, somewhat helplessly said.

"..." Robert scratched his head, unsure how to respond, finally turning his gaze to the Loom of Fate, "Come on, tell me, why do you want them to kill Clark?"

"Click! Click!" The Loom of Fate paused briefly, then quickly began weaving messages Robert couldn't understand.

"Record its words. Once I find the codebook, we'll decode it!" Robert didn't pay attention to the loom's messages, instead telepathically telling Clark.

"Done, I've recorded everything." Clark intently memorized every thread woven by the loom.

Soon, the Loom of Fate slowly stopped, its body still trembling rhythmically, as if asking Robert if it had given the answer, could it be spared..