Chapter 31: Expelling Your Nine Clans!

Early morning, the warm sunlight blanketed City Z.

Apart from a faint hush, the city center showed no signs of chaos.

But at the city's outskirts, a large mob of masked men in black were wildly smashing, looting, and grabbing in a frenzy of zero-yuan shopping.

After all, not everyone wanted stability. With the whole of City Z now lawless, naturally plenty of people were out smashing and looting.

Places like supermarkets, shops, and jewelry stores had been especially thoroughly worked over — getting robbed eight times in a single day was considered light.

But compared to the chaos outside the city, the quiet at the city center was actually more worthy of attention.

"My lord, the intel on this Fang Can has come in."

Inside an underground base in City Z, a researcher handed a stack of documents to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang casually took the documents from the researcher and skimmed the first page.

Name: Fang Can

Age: 18

Sex: Male

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

Father: Fang Tao

Mother: Yang Huaqin

Date of birth:...

After a quick scan of the page's general contents, Li Huowang tossed the documents aside.

He had no intention of thinking it through himself — he knew this wasn't his strong suit.

So he looked straight at the external brains in front of him and said carelessly, "Go on then, give me your analysis."

A man in glasses gently adjusted his spectacles:

"From the data we can tell that, up until yesterday, this youth had never revealed his identity as a superhuman, and so far no signs of anything beyond ordinary have been found in him."

"In other words, that guy's a fake superhuman? Just an ordinary person like his biological parents?" Li Huowang concluded.

"No. An analysis of his life trajectory reveals many coincidences—for instance, a few years ago, Fang Can's father suddenly won tens of millions."

"Based on our investigation of that year's data, that set of numbers shouldn't have been the winning set — it was a staff error that led to his win. If this isn't a coincidence, it can only mean Fang Can's ability might be related to luck."

"But there's another suspicious point here. By pulling yesterday's surveillance of Fang Can's classroom, those classmates didn't coordinate to turn their heads together. I suspect he also possesses some kind of mental-suggestion ability, but that contradicts what we said earlier."

"Of course, there's another hypothesis." Another man in glasses said:

"His superpower really is just one thing — a luck-type ability. Given that, is it possible his luck was just good enough that he happened to transmigrate to another world?"

"Transmigrate?" Li Huowang said, hesitating.

"Yes. What if it wasn't mental suggestion but externalized mental imagery? After all, we've already discovered more than one of our nationals who transmigrated to another world." An analyst said:

"The only question now is why that guy was able to train to that level in less than seven days." An analyst said.

"Interesting — a superhuman plus a martial-arts prodigy?"

Li Huowang slowly clenched his right fist: "Then I'll go meet this fellow countryman of mine. Better to ask directly and find out — saves trouble."

"No, my lord. I actually don't recommend you go cause Fang Can trouble right now."

"Why? You think I can't handle that little weasel?" Li Huowang said, frowning.

Before they could continue explaining, under the gaze of the analysts, Li Huowang's phone suddenly rang.

Just as he was about to head to City Z, he impatiently pulled out his phone and answered: "What is it? I'm busy right now."

A panicked voice suddenly came through the other end: "Boss, the thousand Tang San clones we cultivated based on the novel 'Douluo Dalu' have suddenly dropped dead."

"What? You said a thousand Tang Sans died? How?"

Li Huowang was shocked — his brilliant plan couldn't die in the womb before it was even carried out, could it?

"We heard it was caused by an operational error by the lab staff. The personnel involved have already been fired."

"Dammit, how unlucky!" Li Huowang said, then his expression suddenly furrowed: "Wait... unlucky?"

"My lord, this is why we don't recommend you act personally." an analyst beside him explained.

"According to past data, those luck-type superhumans may not have any specific destructive power, but the scope of their influence is extremely wide."

"There are records of state-level superhumans clashing with luck-ability users, and the final outcome was extremely tragic." the analyst said.

Li Huowang raised an eyebrow: "What outcome."

The analyst said: "A luck-ability user who was clearly just an ordinary person's body, when faced with a state-level powerhouse's pursuit, actually evaded capture for three whole days before being found."

"In the end, although the state-level superhuman did kill the target, apart from that superhuman himself being unharmed, the target's entire nine clans all dropped dead one after another within three days."

"Up until that superhuman's death, statistics show it caused at least ten billion yuan in economic losses."

"Uh..." Hearing the analyst's account, Li Huowang, who had been about to step forward, paused his foot, then said:

"Fine, let's leave it at that. Keep monitoring the situation in City Z for me. Don't disturb me unless something comes up — I'm going back to restart my protagonist-making plan."

Watching Li Huowang flee in disarray, the analysts breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

They didn't doubt whether Li Huowang could kill Fang Can — they were only worried that during the fight, the target's nine clans, including themselves as the strategizing analysts, might get caught up in it and drop dead one by one from accidents.

After all, when superhumans fight, destruction is measured in units of nine clans — truly terrifying.

Being able to talk him out of it now was for the best.

Meanwhile, on the upper level of the base, Fang Can felt the suddenly strengthened and then vanished effect of "blessing after extreme misfortune" and was baffled.

"Did something dangerous just happen?" Fang Can looked up at the sky — there was no meteor falling either.

After thinking for a long time without finding any danger, Fang Can looked at his aptitude returning to normal and decided to just let it go.

Then, after an afternoon of training, just as he pushed his body's mutation level to 5.8%, the villa's front door was knocked.

He gently opened the door and saw the mayor pop his head in with a smile: "Mission accomplished — everything you requested has been made."

With that, Fang Can saw a suitcase pushed in by the man.

"Young Master Fang, this is what you requested; I shall not disturb your rest. Contact me if you have any questions." The mayor smiled and quietly slipped out of the room.

Fang Can nodded in satisfaction at Mayor Li's attitude.

Opening the briefcase the other had given him, he found several military grenades, a pistol with ammunition, and numerous bags filled with various poisons.

Gazing at these items, Fang Can first picked up a bag; the label bore the scientific name arsenic trioxide (arsenic), and within that single bag there were at least a thousand grains.

(End of this chapter)