Where Did My Brother, Whose Eyes Were Once Full of Hatred, Go?

Sing Sing's hand rested on the doorknob of the wooden house.

As the director of the Overseas Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau, one must make a grand entrance when facing transnational invading evil forces.

He even thought of his lines.

The door hadn't even been opened yet.

He felt a weight on his shoulder as Wolverine's large hand pressed down on him.

"Ouch! Old Jin, take it easy! I just stole this coat, so if it's wrinkled, it's your fault!"

"Wait a minute."

Wolverine wrinkled his nose and took two deep sniffs.

"What's wrong? Is the water on the stove boiling? Or did the goose you stewed last night burn?"

"Keep the change, please."

Wolverine gestured with his chin towards the window.

"That stench has soaked into the snow in the yard. He's right outside the door."

Sing Sing withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and said, "It's a real waste of your talent that you're not in customs checking for smuggling."

Wolverine glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the wooden door.

The door hinge let out a painful groan as the two men stepped out of the threshold, one after the other.

In the wind and snow, a dark figure over two meters tall stood under a birch tree ten meters away.

Victor Kree, the Sabretooth.

This guy is ruthless.

In the deep forests of Northeast China, where temperatures were below minus thirty degrees Celsius, he was wearing only a tattered black leather jacket.

The jacket was zipped up, revealing a muscular chest covered in chest hair.

As Wolverine emerged, Sabretooth grinned, revealing his canine teeth.

"Jimmy..." The Sabretooth's voice was filled with Bloodlust excitement as it stepped forward, its footsteps crunching through the snow.

"My good brother... you think you can escape by hiding at the ends of the earth? I can smell the rot in your bones..."

"Did you lose your mind?"

A deep, resonant voice with a strong Northeastern accent abruptly interrupted the Sabretooth's carefully prepared, melodramatic spellcasting.

Wolverine took two steps forward and pointed at Sabretooth's feet.

"What nonsense are you spouting here in the middle of the night? It's minus thirty degrees Celsius, and you're showing off your chest like you're living on a heated brick bed? Showing off your chest hair to keep warm, what are you trying to do?"

The Sabretooth was dumbfounded.

Wolverine wasn't finished speaking, "And another thing! You'd better watch out for those long fingernails! If you trample on the red pine seedlings our forest farm just planted, Director Zhao will dock my pay, and you'll have to cover it!"

"I still need to buy scallions and dipping sauce this month! Don't give me any trouble!"

The veins on the Sabretooth's forehead throbbed wildly.

Something's not right.

This is really not right!

That's not how the script was written!

Where did Jimmy, the lone wolf who was once filled with hatred, go?!

Who is this spineless bastard in front of me, looking at the saplings with the same concern as the old man at the village entrance?!

"What... what nonsense are you spouting!"

Enraged, the Sabretooth swung its claws, snapping a thick birch tree beside it in two with a crack, sending splinters flying.

"Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?!"

Sing Sing, wrapped in Cao Dahua's wool coat, jumped down the steps, slapping his thigh in distress.

"Destroying state-owned forestry assets! Have you no regard for the law?!"

"This tree must have been growing for at least five years! Can you afford to waste five years of your youth on it?"

"I'll give you the market price of two hundred!"

"Add to that the funeral expenses, cremation fees, and urn costs for the two deaths you just caused down the mountain! And also the compensation for the families' emotional distress, lost wages, and transportation costs!"

Sing Sing took off his hat, pointed at his nose, and started cursing.

"This constitutes malicious extortion against the China Ecological Reserve! If you can't come up with 50,000 yuan in cash today, don't even think about leaving this mountain! Scan the code or pay in cash?"

The Sabretooth stared at the human who only reached its chest and was wearing a dog-skin hat.

Is this your new pet?

The Sabretooth grinned menacingly at its little brother, "Looks like it has tender skin and flesh, it must taste delicious, right?"

"Damn it! You think you can hide in the snow and we won't find you? No way! A man like you, who doesn't care about hygiene and has such a strong body odor, is as conspicuous and outstanding as a dead rat in a ditch, no matter where you are!"

"You smell like you haven't bathed in centuries! You almost made me throw up from that pot of stewed goose!"

"If you can't afford soap, just say so. I have sulfur soap here that costs two yuan a bar, but since you're related to Old Jin, I'll sell it to you for eighty yuan!"

The Sabretooth was completely enraged.

He's been running rampant in United States for so many years, when has he ever been verbally abused by an ordinary human being?

They're selling a bar of sulfur soap for eighty yuan?!

I'm going to tear your mouth apart first!

With a roar, the Sabretooth pounced on Sing Sing like a real Beast, landing on all fours.

Sing Sing stood still, without moving an inch.

"Whoosh!"

Six Adamantium claws blocked Sing Sing's path, and the Sabretooth was shaken and rolled backward twice.

Wolverine stood to the side and slightly in front of Sing Sing.

"Victor, I'm on the government payroll now, I'm a government employee. If you come here and kill someone, you're taking away my livelihood."

Wolverine swung his claws. "Destroying someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Today, I'm demanding an explanation for the people of Linshengtun!"

The Sabretooth climbed out of the snow pit and looked at its younger brother, whose face seemed to say, "Workers are not to be trifled with."

My family members were drenched in sweat.

That's exactly how I feel about Sabretooth right now.

Even though he was wearing a leather jacket and trying to look cool in minus thirty degrees Celsius, he was actually sweating now.

What the hell kind of magical place is this?!

The style of the painting before him was truly subverting his understanding.

He deliberately chopped down that tree to show off, but actually it was because his fingers were frozen and he wanted to get some blood circulation.

He fully expected that his little brother would react the same way he had countless times before when he saw him appear.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost his mind.

He roared and charged forward to fight him to the death.

The two tore at each other in the snow, their claws piercing each other's bodies.

That's the kind of romance Mutants should have!

That was a battle of destiny!

And the result?

The little guy was wearing that ugly, bulky, tattered cotton-padded coat, and he was arguing with him over a few broken saplings?

Why bother reasoning with him about some damn job offer?

The ordinary human next to him, wearing a dog-skin hat, was even calculating the value of a tree and trying to extort 50,000 yuan from him?!

The Sabretooth found its dignity being brutally trampled on the black soil of Northeast China.

My little brother has been completely tamed by this damned land into a Watchdogs that cherishes the saplings!

Unforgivable!

Unforgivable!

Jimmy! You disgust me!

"Now that you've become this weakling, I'll dismantle your iron frame and take it back to Stryker!"

"Shut up!"

Wolverine retorted without holding back.

"Stryker is nothing! Can he pay for my Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds? Can he give me a winter clothing allowance? Can he let me soak in hot springs every day?"

"You're just an unregistered resident without even health insurance, what right do you have to yell at me, a legitimate, employed person!"

Sing Sing then delivered the finishing blow at just the right moment.

"Did you hear that? The benefits and perks of our 749 Bureau are something you bunch of United States laborers would never understand!"

The Sabretooth was trembling with rage; he couldn't listen to any more.

"Go to hell!"

Wolverine charged at him.

"Come on! Today I'll teach you what the Iron Fist of socialism really means!"