Most of the people in the Fraternity were Sloan's loyal lackeys.

It wasn't like Cross hadn't brought it up before, but nobody believed it, or rather, they chose not to.

But now that Firefox had been caught, and without the Fraternity's interference, Cross had enough time to explain the truth.

Firefox's big, charming eyes were full of disbelief. "That's impossible."

Luke chuckled. "No, he's telling the truth."

Firefox turned around and looked at Luke, a conflicted expression on her face.

She didn't want to believe it because she had always thought that she was doing the right thing.

If she was only doing something bad for Sloan, that went against her initial reason for joining the Fraternity.

Few people in the world kept to their true intentions, but Luke knew that Firefox was one of them.

He took out a Titanium phone and played a video.

It was a video of Sloan at work.

On the screen, Sloan was taking a call and writing in a notebook. He was clearly taking down whatever was being said on the other end of the line.

Luke then switched to another video.

At that moment, there were several pieces of cloth in front of Sloan. He then wrote names under each piece of cloth based on what was in the notebook.

Firefox was devastated.

However, Cross murmured in a low voice, "So, he really does tamper with the list."

Other people might not notice anything wrong with the video.

But Cross and Firefox were both old hands and were very familiar with the procedure, and could easily see that something wasn't right.

It was said that the cloth from the loom contained the name of an evil person who needed to be eliminated.

Logically speaking, Sloan should be using a special decoding program to decipher the names as he held each piece of cloth.

But from the video, he was copying the names from the notebook under the cloth pieces.

The difference was like between a student figuring out the answer step by step after reading the question and writing the answer before even reading the question.

Sloan was faking the list.

Recalling what Cross had said, Firefox's eyes instantly dimmed, like those of a dying man.

Luke put his phone away and said, "Don't take it to heart too much. I've been watching the Fraternity for a long time. The mission targets you, Cross and Redback got were indeed criminals."

Firefox was confused. "What?"

Cross turned his head.

Luke said, "You didn't kill the wrong people. Sloan didn't dare have you kill innocent people because he was afraid that you would notice something wasn't right, and only told you to kill the bad guys who committed heinous crimes. You don't have to blame yourself."

After some simple words of comfort, he looked at the corner Cross was skulking in. "I helped you today. In return, I want you to take your son and this big sister of his out of New York for a while."

Cross hesitated before he said, "I think…"

"No, don't." Luke cut him off bluntly. "To tell you the truth, I've been watching the Fraternity for a long time. Naturally, someone will deal with the assassins who willfully kill the innocent. If anyone escapes the net, you can kill them, but for now, all of you stay away."

The other three people in the room were stupefied, feeling like they had run into a lunatic.

Even if the Fraternity was in a mess at the moment, it still had over ten elite assassins and hundreds of regular ones.

No matter how much confidence Cross had in himself, he was still prepared to take a few years to gradually wear the Fraternity down.

He had never considered taking all of them down in one go.

But from this person's words, he was planning to do exactly that?

If you're so capable, why don't you just fly into the sky?! The three of them couldn't help but think the same thing.

…

No matter what they thought, Luke told them to leave.

He had only one request, and that was that they stayed out of the Fraternity's business for a week.

Cross didn't say anything.

Firefox, on the other hand, was clearly handed to him to "supervise."

With Luke's help today, Cross had finally found his foolish son and proven that he really was his father.

He had to return the favor.

Luke, on the other hand, had secretly used Elementary Pheromone Control and Mental Communication on Firefox to make her think, "It's just a week, I'll wait a week," to prevent her from running back to find trouble with the Fraternity.

Firefox was a unique and attractive female assassin, but Luke wasn't interested.

After Luke was done cleaning up the Fraternity, Firefox could do whatever she wanted; she could become Cross's daughter-in-law if she wanted.

Hm, this definitely wasn't because Rebecca and Firefox were close friends.

After seeing them off, Luke didn't waste any more time.

He had just killed the Repairman, and the Fraternity should be taking the body back now.

He was going to visit No. 17 Textile Mill tonight.

Kill people and set fires, for a healthy mind and body.

…

On the outskirts of North Bergen along the Hackensack River, No. 17 Textile Mill was still busy.

A figure suddenly appeared outside the room where the loom was stored.

After some tinkering with the door, a hidden wire was cut, rendering the warning alarm ineffective.

Luke then picked the lock and opened the door.

The Fraternity boasted a long history; even if an alarm system had been set up, this was still an old wooden door that looked pretty much like an antique.

In fact, it was very easy to open, and was far inferior to a modern door.

With regard to this form over function, Luke could only say that they "had guts," before he walked in.

Luke was slightly amused as he looked at the loom that hummed under the lights as it wove golden thread on its own.

The Fraternity claimed that it was established a thousand years ago.

Putting aside when it was first proposed, the Fraternity should've been around since the 11th century.

But the Fraternity claimed that it was because their ancestors discovered the "code" for the loom that they established this organization to eliminate evil and uphold justice.

Then herein was the problem.

It was only in the 13th century in Europe that the use of looms became widespread.

Then, what was the situation with this loom? It couldn't be a loom from the beginning of the Industrial Age, right?

Back then, the Fraternity would still have to rely on people to weave cloth; if that was the case, then the weavers could choose to call whoever they wanted a bad person.

Could such grand fate be proclaimed through word of mouth?

Besides, if the Fraternity really had something like this in the 13th century, wouldn't they hail it as a miracle and brag about it to everyone?

But in the hundreds of years since then, there had been no clues or legends about this loom at all.

In truth, the Fraternity was only two hundred years ago; that was when the First Industrial Revolution happened, and this loom just happened to be around the same age.

The fate which the Fraternity spoke of actually had to rely on the Industrial Revolution in order for the miracle to be revealed. Then, what about the 1,000 years before that?