Chapter 31: Expel His Nine Clans!

At dawn, warm sunlight covered Z City.

In the city’s central district, apart from a faint stillness, there was no sign of chaos.

But at the city’s outskirts, a large group of black-clad figures, their faces concealed, were wildly smashing, looting, and stealing—taking everything for free.

After all, not everyone desired stability; since there was no law in Z City right now, plenty of people were smashing and looting.

Places like supermarkets, shops, and jewelry stores had been thoroughly ransacked—eight robberies in a single day was barely enough.

Yet compared to the chaos outside the city, the calm in the central district was far more noteworthy.

“My lord, we’ve obtained the intelligence on Fang Can.”

Inside Z City’s underground base, a researcher handed a stack of documents to Luan Huo Wang.

Luan Huo Wang casually took the papers and skimmed the first page.

Name: Fang Can

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Home Address: XX Avenue, XX Street, No. XX, Z City

Father: Fang Tao

Mother: Yang Huaqin

Date of Birth: …

After briefly scanning the page’s contents, Luan Huo Wang tossed the documents aside.

He had no intention of thinking deeply—he knew he wasn’t cut out for this.

So he turned to the several external brains before him and said indifferently: “Speak. Your analysis.”

A man with glasses gently pushed them up:

“The records show that until yesterday, this teenager never revealed himself as a superpower user, and to date, no abnormal traits have been detected.”

“So the guy’s a fake power user? Just an ordinary person like his biological parents,” Luan Huo Wang concluded.

“No. Analyzing his life trajectory reveals many coincidences—for example, several years ago, Fang Can’s father suddenly won tens of millions.”

“According to data from that year, those lottery numbers shouldn’t have been drawn; it was a staff error that caused the win. If this isn’t coincidence, it suggests Fang Can’s ability may be tied to luck.”

“But here’s another anomaly: reviewing yesterday’s classroom surveillance, none of the classmates turned in unison. I suspect he possesses a mind-suggestion ability—but that contradicts the previous theory.”

“Of course, there’s another hypothesis,” said another man with glasses:

“His superpower is truly only one type—luck-based. Could it be possible he simply had good fortune and got transported to another world?”

“Transported?” Luan Huo Wang hesitated.

“Yes. If it’s not mind-suggestion but external manifestation of the mind’s image? After all, we’ve already discovered multiple citizens who crossed over to other worlds,” said an analyst.

“The only question now is how he reached this level in less than seven days,” said another analyst.

“Interesting. A superpower user and a martial arts prodigy?”

Luan Huo Wang slowly clenched his right fist: “Then I’ll go meet my fellow countryman. Better to ask directly—it’s simpler.”

“No, my lord, I don’t recommend you confront Fang Can right now.”

“Why? Do you think I can’t handle that little thief?” Luan Huo Wang frowned.

Before he could elaborate, his phone suddenly rang, under the gaze of the analysts.

Annoyed, he pulled out his phone and answered: “What is it? I’m busy.”

A panicked voice came from the other end: “Boss, the thousand cloned Tang Sans we bred based on the novel ‘Douluo Continent’ have all suddenly died.”

“What? You’re saying a thousand Tang Sans are dead? How?”

Luan Huo Wang was stunned—was his brilliant plan already dead before it even started?

“It’s said to be due to experimental errors. The staff involved have already been fired.”

“Fucking bad luck!” Luan Huo Wang muttered, then suddenly frowned: “Wait… bad luck?”

“That’s precisely why we don’t recommend you personally confront him,” explained one analyst.

“Past data shows that luck-based superpower users have no direct destructive power, but their influence is extremely wide-ranging.”

“There’s a recorded confrontation between a provincial-level superpower user and a luck-based user—the outcome was horrific,” said the analyst.

Luan Huo Wang raised an eyebrow: “What happened?”

The analyst said: “The luck-based user, despite having a normal human body, evaded the provincial-level expert’s pursuit for three full days before finally being caught.”

“Although the provincial-level user ultimately killed the target, everyone in the target’s nine clans died one after another within three days—except the superpower user himself.”

“By the time the superpower user died, total economic losses were estimated at least ten billion yuan.”

“Ugh… ugh…” Hearing this, Luan Huo Wang halted his step and said:

“Forget it. Just keep monitoring Z City. Don’t bother me unless something happens. I’m going back to restart my infinite protagonist plan.”

Watching Luan Huo Wang flee, the analysts exhaled in relief.

They didn’t doubt Luan Huo Wang could kill Fang Can—they feared that during the fight, Fang Can’s nine clans, including themselves as the planners, might be dragged in and die one by one by accident.

After all, when superpower users fight, destruction comes in units of nine clans—it was terrifying.

If they could dissuade him, that was best of all.

Upstairs in the base, Fang Can felt a sudden surge—and then disappearance—of the “Misfortune Reversed to Fortune” effect, utterly baffled.

“What danger just happened?” Fang Can looked up at the sky—no meteorites fell.

After pondering for a long time and finding no threat, he saw his talent status had returned to normal, so he gave up and ignored it.

Later, after an afternoon of training, when his bodily mutation level reached 5.8%, the villa door was knocked on.

He opened the door to see the mayor peering in with a smile: “I’ve fulfilled your request—all items have been prepared.”

As he spoke, Fang Can saw a briefcase being pushed inside.

“Young Master Fang, here are your requested items. I won’t disturb your rest. Contact me if you need anything else,” the mayor said with a smile, quietly retreating.

Fang Can nodded approvingly at Mayor Li’s attitude.

He opened the briefcase: inside were several military-grade hand grenades, a pistol with ammunition, and numerous bags of various poisons.

He picked up one bag—the label bore the scientific name: arsenic trioxide (arsenic)—and inside were at least a thousand pellets.

(End of Chapter)