NOVEL NEXT Chapter 326 Fang Clan
The Fang Clan loomed in Silas's mind like a smoldering ember threatening to ignite into an uncontrollable inferno.
Unlike the Ebon Frost family, whose crimes were heinous but calculated, the Fang Clan in Asia was driven by something darker—hatred.
They didn't merely seek power or control; they thrived on subjugation and cruelty, especially toward normals—ordinary humans without powers.
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Silas sat in the glowing blue hue of his underground facility's command center, staring at the holographic map projected before him.
The map showed Asia fractured into regions, nearly a third of it under the red banners of the Fang Clan. Their symbol, a snarling tiger with flames in its eyes and on its paws, marked their territories like scars on the continent.
"Luna," Silas said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, "break it down for me again."
{Certainly, Master,} Luna replied.
{The Fang Clan currently controls approximately 30% of Asia. Their base of operations is believed to be in the Kunlun Mountains, a fortified stronghold where they train their Phenomenals and execute their operations.}
The map zoomed in on the mountainous region, revealing a sprawling complex hidden among the peaks.
{They've established control over local governments and economies in the regions they dominate. However, the most troubling intelligence pertains to their... extracurricular activities.}
The screen shifted to show gruesome images Luna had gathered: ordinary humans hunted for sport, burned alive, or thrown into arenas as entertainment for the Phenomenals. Silas's fists clenched at his sides as the atrocities played out before him.
"Their hatred for normals is worse than I imagined," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "How did it get this far?"
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Luna, sensing his unspoken question, provided the context.
{The Fang Clan's actions, and the general hostility of Phenomenals in Asia toward normals, stem from deep-seated societal rejection. For years, Phenomenals in these regions were ostracized, feared, and even hunted by the very people they now persecute. This backlash is their attempt to reclaim power and exact revenge.}
Silas leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply. He knew the history well enough. Before he exposed the Black Hand and clashed with the world's governments, Phenomenals had lived in the shadows. The fear of their abilities often led to discrimination, isolation, and outright violence.
But this wasn't revenge—it was cruelty. The Fang Clan wasn't seeking justice; they were reveling in domination, perpetuating a cycle of hate and suffering.
"Hatred can't justify this," Silas said, his voice low but firm. "It never does."
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Silas's mind wandered briefly to Aiden, the young man he had rescued from the Yakuza Clan in Japan. It had been a grueling operation, one that cost Silas a hefty $300 million to extract Aiden safely.
The Yakuza, like the Fang Clan, had used humans as pawns in their games, trafficking them, exploiting them, and discarding them like trash.
The Fang Clan, however, had taken this depravity to a new level. They weren't just using humans—they were hunting them.
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Luna continued,
{It's important to note, Master, that the Fang Clan's behavior isn't isolated. A significant portion of the Phenomenals community in Asia shares similar sentiments toward normals. This widespread animosity has been exacerbated by the recent rise of hidden families and clans.}
Silas frowned, narrowing his eyes at the map. "Why is Asia so much worse than other regions? What makes the Phenomenals there more... extreme?"
{Cultural and historical factors,} Luna explained.
{In Asia, Phenomenals were often viewed as divine punishments or omens, leading to harsher societal rejection. This, combined with centuries of hiding, has bred resentment that exploded once they were no longer forced to live in the shadows.}
"And the hidden families? What role do they play?"
{The hidden families and clans have historically operated in secret, influencing events from behind the scenes. However, the collapse of the Black Hand and the destabilization of world governments created an environment where these groups could emerge openly. The Fang Clan is one of the most prominent, using their newfound freedom to impose their ideology on the world.}
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Silas' hands gripped the handle of his chair as he stared at the images and data before him. Despite all his efforts to restore order, groups like the Fang Clan continued to drag the world into chaos.
He had dismantled the Black Hand, toppled corrupt governments, and humbled powerful families, yet it seemed like there was always another fire to extinguish.
"I keep trying to do the right thing," he muttered, "but it feels like every time I put out one flame, another rises up."
He wanted nothing more than to fly to the Kunlun Mountains immediately and raze the Fang Clan's stronghold to the ground. But he knew better.
If the Fang Clan had learned of his actions against the Ebon Frost family—and they undoubtedly had—they would be preparing for him.
"They won't go down as easily," Silas said, more to himself than to Luna. "Unlike the Ebon Frost family, the Fang Clan doesn't hesitate to use innocents as shields. They'll target normals the moment they feel cornered."
{That is correct, Master,} Luna confirmed. {The Fang Clan's lack of restraint makes them a more dangerous opponent. They have no qualms about collateral damage, and their hatred for normals means they are willing to use them as pawns in their defense.}
Silas's frustration simmered beneath the surface, but he forced himself to remain calm. Rushing in recklessly wouldn't help anyone.
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Silas turned his attention back to the map. "We need more information. I won't make a move until we know everything—locations, defenses, resources, key players."
{Understood, Master,} Luna replied.
{I will compile a comprehensive report on the Fang Clan's operations. In the meantime, would you like me to focus on their leadership or their supply chains?}
"Both," Silas said. "Cutting off their resources weakens them, but taking out their leaders will break their morale. We'll hit them from every angle."
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As Luna worked, Silas reviewed the intel she had already gathered. The atrocities committed by the Fang Clan weren't limited to hunting humans.
They were running black markets for human trafficking, conducting experiments on normals to test the limits of their powers, and even organizing tournaments where Phenomenals fought to the death for sport.
"This isn't just a fight for power. This is sadism," Silas said quietly.
His mind flashed back to the faces of the innocents he had saved before—Aiden, Chloe, and countless others. He had seen the fear, the brokenness in their eyes, and he knew he couldn't let it continue.
"They need to be stopped. Completely," he said, his voice hardening.
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As Silas delved deeper into the Fang Clan's operations, he began to understand the broader issue: the divide between Phenomenals and normals.
While the Fang Clan represented an extreme, their actions reflected a larger conflict brewing beneath the surface.
Phenomenals, or "Strange Ones," as many still called them, had always been outsiders. Even after Silas's rise to prominence, many normals still viewed Phenomenals with fear and suspicion.
This divide had only widened in Asia, where the Phenomenals community had taken matters into their own hands.
"It's a cycle of hate," Silas said, leaning back in his chair. "Normals fear Phenomenals. Phenomenals retaliate. And the more they retaliate, the more normals hate them."
{A cycle perpetuated by those who exploit it,} Luna added.
{The Fang Clan has weaponized this divide, using it to justify their actions and rally others to their cause.}
Silas nodded grimly. "Then it's not just about taking them down. It's about breaking the cycle."
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Despite his anger, Silas knew he couldn't act impulsively. The Fang Clan had entrenched themselves deeply in Asia, and their hatred for normals made them unpredictable and dangerous. A direct assault could lead to catastrophic loss of innocent lives.
"We'll dismantle them piece by piece," Silas said. "Expose their crimes, cut off their resources, and take out their leadership. When they're too weak to fight back, then we'll finish it."
{And if they retaliate against normals in the meantime?} Luna asked.
Silas's expression hardened. "Then we'll hit them even harder. They need to understand that there are consequences for their actions."
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As Silas stood in the quietness of his command center, the weight of the world pressed down on him.
The Fang Clan represented more than just another battle—they were a symptom of a larger problem, one that couldn't be solved with brute force alone.
But for now, the Fang Clan had to be dealt with. Silas couldn't let their atrocities continue, no matter the cost.
"Prepare everything, Luna," he said. "When we move, we'll move decisively."
{Understood, Master.}
Silas stared at the map of Asia, his resolve solidifying. The Fang Clan thought they were untouchable, but they were about to learn otherwise.