Chapter 170

Guiding Fate? Seeing through destiny?

Don't be ridiculous!

The future is ever-changing, and any choice made now can affect the future.

The future that this woman saw was only one of countless futures.

Mike looked at the dark figure screaming in the mind cage and shook his head.

The weaving shuttle that sealed her had an important function, besides maintaining her existence, to grow her soul over time.

For the founders in the Fraternity hoped that at some point in the future they would be able to bring Black Shadow back to life.

Her soul had been nourished by the special material used to weave the shuttle for hundreds of years, so it was stronger than most people in the world, but unfortunately for her, she had met Mike.

Mike's mind moved and directly obliterated the black shadow in the mind prison.

Since it had been dead for centuries, it should not be out oohing and ahhing.

After checking thoroughly with his mind power to make sure the other side hadn't left anything in his mind, Mac came out of the mind field and skimmed lightly.

"What was that? What just happened to you?"

Cross couldn't help but ask as he watched Mike resume his actions, his eyes on the severed finger on Mac's hand instead.

It was only a short time before the white, broken finger had rotted and turned dry.

"You like it!"

Mike spoke to the cross and shoved the broken finger into the cross's hand, saying, "Here you go."

Cross froze, squeezed the broken finger and asked again, "What is this? Why is it in there? What the hell is going on here?"

"Why is it in there, how should I know? What's going on, who am I going to ask?"

Mike came up with a diptych of rhetorical questions in answer to the other man's question.

Cross: "..."

Looking at the severed finger in his hand, he looked at Mike again with a helpless look.

He was sure Mike must know something, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it if Mike wouldn't say.

Mjke rolled his eyes and snatched up the broken finger and threw it to the ground with a firm stomp.

"Thud!"

There was a muffled sound and a crack-strewn footprint appeared on the ground while the broken finger turned into crumbs.

The corners of the crossed eyes jumped.

What kind of power was that?

Suddenly, a gunshot sound appeared in the textile factory, followed by the sound of a large number of gunshots.

A shock went through Cross' mind.

It was Wesley!

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed out with great strides.

Mike looked at Cross's back and gently cupped his jaw.

Fox and Wesley had found the truth from Sloan?

Could the assassins of the Fraternity hold off these three?

Also, years ago, it seemed he owed Sloane a favour because of what happened to Raven.

He didn't like to owe people favours.

The power he had manifested could still last for a while.

With a thought, the power of his mind surged outwards, enveloping the entire textile factory in just an instant, and then saw the current situation.

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Fox and Wesley were fighting the assassins of the textile factory, the two were now in a bit of a bad situation as they were surrounded by a large number of assassins, and at that moment, the Cross joined the fight and the two sides maintained the balance for the time being.

As for Sloane, he seemed to be wounded and was about to escape from the textile factory.

Humanity ...

Now seemed like a good opportunity!

With a thought, Mike disappeared with a single step, while in the next second, he had appeared in front of Sloan.

Sloan, who was pressing his chest and was running wildly at a speed unbecoming of his age, looked at Mike who had inexplicably appeared and almost ran headlong into him.

"What are you doing here?"

Sloan's eyes snapped wide and then he took a step backwards and said, "You're with the Cross and the others?"

Mike shook his head and said, "I'm just here to return a favour."

"A favour?"

Sloan was stunned, his brow furrowed.

It seemed like there was such a thing.

Mike reached out and pointed at Sloan, saying, "Your blood is going to run dry."

The corner of Sloan's mouth twitched and he said forcefully, "It's okay, I can still hold out for a while."

"Ha ha!"

Mike laughed and said, "You're the same as always."

With that, a card appeared in his hand, which dissipated and a green energy wrapped around Sloan's body.

Sloan was startled and tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

With that, he felt his wound surprisingly quickly stop bleeding, then healed up as he watched until it disappeared.

"Is this? You're a mutant?"

He looked at Mike unexpectedly, releasing his own hand that was pressing on the wound.

Without explaining, Mac waved his hand and said, "Now, I'm clear with you."

Sloan laughed low, looked Mike up and down, and said, "You haven't changed a bit in all these years."

Mike reached up and pointed to his sideburns, "You feel your conscience and say that again."

"Conscience, in this business, do you have one?"

Mike reached up and gave a thumbs up, "I admire your candour!"

Sloan was silent for a moment and said, "Are you with them?"

Mike thought for a moment and said, "Before it counted, now it doesn't."

Sloan looked at Mike with false eyes.

What the hell kind of answer was that?

Looking at Sloan, Mike suddenly had a flash of light and said, "I got a deal, you want to do it or not?"

Sloan pointed to the textile factory behind him where the guns were blazing, "You're talking business with me at this hour?"

Mike took Sloan's shoulder and Sloan let out a soft breath, pressing his own subconscious reaction of avoiding it and being pulled aside by Mike.

Not to mention that he was already no match for Mike, he didn't even see how Mike had just appeared, and even Mike had that magical healing power ...

He had no right to resist at all.

"What business?"

Sloan said indifferently.

Mike reached out and tapped his hand to Sloan's forehead, sending all the memories of what he had just encountered, and what he had gotten from that dark figure, into Sloan's mind.

Sloan's body shook, then shook again, and finally shook violently ...

He looked at Mike, his gaze changing from surprise to incredulity, then to surprise, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Destiny? Bah! Fate is going to kill me? Haha! Bullshit!"

He danced around in excitement.

Originally he had been a believer in Fate, but since his name had appeared on Fate's wanted list, he had been puzzled, he had disbelieved, and then betrayed his previous beliefs with a twinge of guilt.

But now, after he had learned the truth about the so-called destiny from Mike, he realised that there was no such thing as destiny.

The so-called Destiny had turned out to be controlled by someone as well.

He laughed maniacally, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes.

"Shit! It's all shit! Fucking fate!"

A sudden sense of relief came over him.

Then he looked at Mike and said sincerely, "Mike, thank you."

Mike waved his hand and said, "Pay up."

Sloan said cheerfully, "No problem."

With that, he took out his phone and, in a burst of gunfire, called the manager who managed the money for him and said to Mike, "Account."

Mike spoke out a series of numbers and, upon hearing the amount Sloan said, raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Now, that would buy three or four more estates like X Academy.

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