Chapter 101: Protect Your Nine Clans!

Make all the slave owners of the world unite…

Slave owners, unite!!!

Unite???

Fang Can’s mind kept echoing those words, his brain buzzing.

After all, this was his first time joining a superpower organization, and watching the talkative Wang Lanhuo before him, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

Especially the seriousness in the man’s eyes, the firmness in his gaze—it was incredible.

“Alright, though your thoughts are a bit extreme, you can correct them later—I’ll keep this evil idea of yours secret.” Wang Lanhuo chuckled, slapping Fang Can on the chest.

“After all, we can’t be like traitors and collaborators—we superpowered ones are few and far between; we simply can’t afford infighting.”

Strange… bizarre…

Looking at Wang Lanhuo’s demeanor, a strange feeling rose in Fang Can’s heart.

How to describe this feeling Wang Lanhuo gave off?

It was like a ruthless, evil villain who roamed the world killing freely, grinning at you with complete sincerity, fully agreeing with you—even when you argued, he only scolded and educated you.

It was just so weird…

You wanted to complain but had no way to start, because even though superpowered ones were beasts, they truly treated you like one of their own.

Just a few words of conversation had an enormous impact on Fang Can—he felt he had completely redefined the superpowered community.

“Do all superpowered ones think like this?” Fang Can asked instinctively.

“Of course not—we’ve got bad apples among us,” Wang Lanhuo whispered.

“Among the superpowered ones I know, some aren’t united at all. If Ji Laoda hadn’t said to leave them be, I’d have already gone and punched them.”

“Now those guys have each carved out a few cities for themselves and refuse to communicate—they’re completely isolated.”

“If it weren’t for Ji Laoda keeping them in check, they’d probably form little cliques within our superpowered ranks.”

“We only have a few thousand of us total—if we don’t unite, are we going to end up like Marvel mutants, getting split apart by the base masses?” Wang Lanhuo said seriously.

This is also recorded in X-Men!

Fuck, why do superpowered ones in nearly every story keep fighting among themselves? Why do they split into lawful and chaotic?

Either become dogs to the powerless, or fight until both sides are destroyed?

With such power, why not just get along and unite to rule the whole country?

The more literary works he read, the more Wang Lanhuo despised such betrayal.

Damn it!

Listening to Wang Lanhuo’s explanation, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Fang Can’s eyes.

It seemed the current equality was promoted by the strongest superpowered ones, led by Ji Donglai.

But if that power guarantee vanished—say, if Ji Donglai met with an accident—this unbreakable alliance of slave owners might fracture.

Realizing he’d said too much, Wang Lanhuo cleared his throat twice.

“You wanted to use my superpower to cultivate, right? Make a list of my abilities—I’ll let you see which ones can help you.”

Fang Can sincerely said, “Thank you.”

“No big deal—we’re bros, we help each other,” Wang Lanhuo waved his hand. “By the way, your nine clans haven’t been killed yet, have they?”

Fang Can frowned, sensing something off. “Why are you asking that? Don’t tell me you can’t kill F Superhuman’s nine clans, so you’re thinking of killing mine?”

“Of course not—I just want you to watch out for other superpowered ones seeking revenge on your nine clans.”

Wang Lanhuo explained: “At least thirty percent of superpowered ones are as solitary as Batman—most can’t even find a pair of healthy parents.”

“My ability is stealing others’ superpower shares, so the victims feel it clearly. If they get angry and realize their power weakened because they were helping you cultivate—”

“Then you must protect your nine clans,” Wang Lanhuo said meaningfully.

“That risky?” Fang Can was utterly speechless—this superpowered one’s nine clans were way too dangerous.

“Of course! Take me, for example—I love pulling stunts. Every time I pull one on those guys, they want to kill my nine clans—but they can’t reach them. Isn’t that infuriating?” Wang Lanhuo grinned.

“Take you, for instance,” Wang Lanhuo said. “I originally planned to give you a hard time, but because of your luck ability, my clones of Tang San died in droves, so I didn’t bother coming after you.”

“Then I realized you’re a genius at pulling stunts—next time you pull one, remember to bring me along.”

“But why can’t I see your luck ability? I only copied a skill called ‘Unyielding Resolve’—what’s going on?” Wang Lanhuo scratched his head, puzzled.

‘Can’t see my ability?’ Fang Can’s heart jolted—could Wang Lanhuo not perceive his Fuyi Tailai ability?

Was it because his ability was too high-level? Or was his talent outside the scope of superpowers?

Various theories flashed through Fang Can’s mind. He deflected: “I don’t know what’s going on. But why did you come today? To bring me women?”

“Oh oh oh, I got so caught up I forgot!” Wang Lanhuo slapped his forehead.

“I’ve prepared a hundred women—different appearances, personalities, outfits, body types—all from New Nation’s top million. They’re waiting for you in the villa complex behind you. Enjoy.”

“And with your skinny arms and legs, if you ever need help, call me—I’ve got your back.”

As he spoke, he elbowed Fang Can. “In a few days, I’ll take you to see one of my stunts—let you know what the Infinite Protagonist Project really is.”

“Infinite Protagonist Project?” Before Fang Can could ask further, Wang Lanhuo snapped his fingers: “I summon F Superhuman to possess me.”

In the next instant, his body transformed into F Superhuman’s appearance, then shot into the sky and vanished before Fang Can’s eyes.

“This guy,” Fang Can sighed helplessly—he thought Wang Lanhuo was way too otaku and erratic, his mental age even younger than his own.

“But…” Fang Can turned his gaze backward—before him stood a villa complex, roughly thirty to forty villas, each with two maids standing at the entrance.

With his sharp vision, Fang Can saw photos taped to each door—some had two, others three.

Each face in the photos rivaled the top-tier, heavily filtered beauties on the internet—absolute goddesses in real life.

‘So… each villa holds one target? Feels like walking into a harem.’

After a moment’s thought, Fang Can chose the nearest villa and walked inside.

(End of chapter)