Chapter 003: The Curse

Fox's answer disappointed Wang Bo, so he couldn't help but sigh. "Sloan, this batch of killers isn't very good. You seem completely unaware of the gap between them and me."

Sloan was completely baffled, having no idea what Wang Bo was talking about.

"You..." he began, but suddenly saw Wang Bo raise his hand and snap his fingers.

Snap!

After the crisp snap, the fat butcher closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a thud. Everyone was stunned, staring at Wang Bo in disbelief.

Sloan's eyes widened even more than before. "How did you do that?"

"Simple, like this!" Wang Bo snapped his fingers again.

With another sharp snap, the mechanic's eyes went dark, and he knelt before Wang Bo like a collapsing mountain, swayed slightly, and finally fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

Fox saw this and a glint flashed in her eyes. Though she didn't know how Wang Bo did it, she knew she had to stop him. She pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

In just a few seconds, Fox emptied a magazine.

But it was useless.

The bullets that flew out stopped in front of Wang Bo, suspended in mid-air by an invisible force, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

The next second, Wang Bo waved his hand, and the suspended bullets clattered to the ground.

Fox refused to give up. She quickly changed magazines, flicked her wrist, and fired a curved bullet aimed at Wang Bo's temple. But it was still useless. The bullet stopped near Wang Bo, lost all its momentum, and fell to the ground again.

Wang Bo raised his hand, and Fox's pistol disassembled itself—magazine, spring, firing pin, bullets, casing—all flying in the air before falling to the ground.

In fact, not only Fox's pistol, but everyone's pistols disassembled the moment Wang Bo raised his hand.

Parts scattered all over the floor.

Sloan involuntarily stepped back, staring at Wang Bo in terror. He couldn't understand how the Cross, whom he hadn't seen for just a few days, had become so terrifying.

As if he had learned magic.

Wang Bo smiled at Sloan, as if to say, "Surprise, surprise."

Sloan's mouth twitched a few times, and he backed down. "I concede. Cross, you win. I admit that. But I think we can join forces. You can be the leader of the organization, and I'll assist you. With your power and our skills, I believe we can take the organization to the next level."

"Sounds great, but I refuse!"

"What?"

"What I, JoJo, like most is saying no to arrogant people."

"JoJo?"

Sloan felt his face darken. This time, not only his mouth but even his eyebrows began to twitch. He didn't understand why the Cross had suddenly started saying incomprehensible things.

Could this be the price of gaining power—becoming a lunatic?

If so, he would have to think carefully about whether to assist a madman.

After all, lunatics are moody; who knows what outrageous things they might do on a whim? Even suddenly killing him wouldn't be surprising.

But just then, Sloan saw Wang Bo raise his hand, making a snapping gesture.

Instantly, alarm bells rang in Sloan's mind.

He had a strange premonition that this snap was meant for him.

"Wait, Cross, no..."

Snap!

The crisp sound entered Sloan's mind. He felt his vision go black, lost all consciousness, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud. Wang Bo looked around; one by one, the killers fell.

If Sloan had opened his eyes, he would have realized that Wang Bo's last snap wasn't just for him—it was an indiscriminate attack on everyone present.

Everyone who heard the snap fell down.

Wang Bo didn't kill them; he just used witchcraft to seal their brains, not enough to kill them, but they would never wake up, becoming vegetables for life.

Even Fox, the female lead of the story, didn't escape Wang Bo's hand.

Even as the female lead, she wasn't a pure white lotus but a killer, someone whose hands were stained with the blood of innocents. Turning her into a vegetable was already merciful.

To be honest, if Wang Bo weren't unwilling to kill, he would have finished them all off.

After dealing with the killers in the meeting room, Wang Bo walked out and clapped his hands. A surge of powerful magic swept out, radiating through the entire base in an instant.

In that moment, one after another, sounds of bodies hitting the floor came.

This was the organization's base, full of killers, none of them good. So Wang Bo simply sealed the brains of all these people, turning them all into vegetables.

After doing all this, Wang Bo returned to the meeting room, opened a secret passage, and proceeded along it.

Before long, Wang Bo arrived at an empty room.

In the entire room, there was only one thing.

A loom.

This was the core of their organization, the artifact that had guided generations of killers—the Loom of Fate.

Wang Bo was very curious about this loom.

He had often wondered how this loom worked, how it could predict the future and accurately give the names of people who would commit evil.

Clearly, this loom must have something magical about it.

Now, seeing the Loom of Fate, Wang Bo immediately sensed a strange magic emanating from it.

But soon, Wang Bo discovered that the strange power缠绕 on the Loom of Fate was less like magic and more like a curse.

Yes, the loom itself was just an ordinary loom, nothing special, but because a curse had been placed on it,

the loom had become extraordinary, able to predict the future.

As a master of witchcraft, Wang Bo couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

Wang Bo believed that such behavior was not uncommon in magic and witchcraft. For example, he could now cast a spell on a stone statue, making it move like a living person.

As long as Wang Bo lived, the statue would not revert to stone but would remain active.

But the statue itself was not made of rare materials—just stone. A single missile could blow it to pieces, which was why, at the end of the story, the Loom of Fate was destroyed by a swarm of rat bombs.