A Le: Surprise!

Silver Fox's brain exploded.

A wooden cabin, an axe, a leaky hole in the roof, an old blue-gray dog, and a man chopping wood with his back to her.

These fragments of memory became like an old videotape that had been sped up haphazardly, crashing through her mind frame by frame, occasionally skipping and getting stuck.

Each piece is fighting with the other.

One person says the wooden house faces south, another says it faces north; one says the dog was found, another says it was bought.

The impact was so severe that it made her head throb with pain.

Seeing her in pain, Wolverine panicked and tried to help her up.

"Don't come any closer!"

She yelled that out.

Five kids, having found their spots on the track, cautiously approached, trying to hear more clearly.

Logan ultimately ignored her advice, took two steps forward, took off his coat, and put it on Silver Fox.

The Silver Fox's icy blue eyes were bloodshot. "Who are you..."

"Logan, Logan Howlett."

I don't know you!

"Well, if we don't know each other, we don't know each other." Logan sat down cross-legged. "Then I'll talk about something else. Just think of it as listening to a storyteller, take it or leave it."

Good heavens!

Old Zhou applauded wildly in his heart.

Old Goldhead, who's usually as quiet as a rock in a latrine, has suddenly become a self-taught midnight emotional radio station?

With that kind of energy, it would be a waste of her talent if she didn't host "Confidant Uncle"!

Logan stared at the track, not even glancing at her.

"The wooden house leaked when it rained. In the spring, when the snow melted, the roof dripped and dripped, and basins to catch the rain were scattered all over the floor. You had to hop around to walk."

"I volunteered to climb up and mend it three times, but each time I messed it up wrong. Finally, you couldn't stand it anymore, called me a stupid bear, and then carried the roll of tarpaulin up there yourself."

"What were you wearing the day you were fixing the roof... Oh right, a gray sweater, the cuffs were worn out, and you even cursed at me before you climbed up."

"And Old Blue," Logan continued, "That old dog, greedy, incredibly greedy."

That winter I smoked a row of meat and hung it under the eaves. When I woke up the next day, three pieces were missing.

"You chased it halfway up the mountain with a stick. It ran ahead while you cursed behind. Finally, it couldn't run anymore, so it lay down on the snow, its two front paws covering its head. Its face looked so aggrieved, as if we had abused it."

"You came back and learned this from me, and you were so excited, laughing until tears streamed down your face."

Logan chuckled to himself as he said this, "That was the first time I'd ever seen you smile like that. It was really beautiful."

Silver Fox buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling.

Logan sat cross-legged beside him, his hand hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to put it down or not.

Sing Sing watched from the sidelines, clicking his tongue in amazement.

This Old Goldhead, despite looking like a Beast, has an amazing knack for flirting with women!

I've lived over a hundred years and it hasn't been in vain; this is all teaching material summarized from practical experience!

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, and it seemed like a dramatic, tearful love story was about to unfold—

"Ah Qi! Old Jin! Look who's here!"

Sing Sing turned his head and saw Lingling Jiu A Le, that rascal, standing there with his smug grin, waving his arms like a wind turbine, as if afraid people would ignore him.

Etc!

Sing Sing squinted and glanced at them: Yukio, Mariko Yashida, Saeko Busujima.

???

The alarm bells went off in Sing Sing's head, and red lights flashed wildly.

What kind of insane lineup is this?!

Are these three old ladies planning to hold a concert together?!

"Ah Qi!"

A Le strode over and slapped Sing Sing on the shoulder, almost causing him to strain his recently recovered back.

"The bureau assigned me to escort a group of relatives and friends from Japan. I didn't even let them have a sip of water after they got off the plane; I brought them here immediately to give you a huge surprise!"

Sing Sing cursed A Le a hundred times in his heart. This was no surprise, it was pure shock!

Before he could even open his mouth to complain, Saeko Busujima had already seen him.

"Master!"

The purple-haired girl's eyes lit up, and she rushed over in a few steps. After stopping, she became embarrassed, reached behind her waist, and pulled out something, holding it in her palm.

It was the plastic Pig Butchering Knife model he had kept from back then, polished to a shine, with every edge and corner smoothed out.

"I practice sword swings with it every day, without missing a single session."

Sing Sing's scalp tingled on the spot.

Girl, in broad daylight, you're holding up a five-cent plastic toy and looking at me with such a pious expression. Your gaze is so blatant that I just want to use the Blue Elf's teleportation portal to run away right now!

"Alright, alright, diligence can make up for lack of talent. Master will teach you the second move later..."

Sing Sing forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace, his toes practically carving a three-bedroom apartment into the sole of his shoe.

Yukio followed slowly behind, nodding at him. "Still alive, not bad."

"Thanks to you, I'm lucky to have survived."

Before we could even finish exchanging pleasantries, something happened over there.

Mariko's gaze fell on the man and the woman.

Silver Fox raised her head at that moment, her face still streaked with tears, her icy blue eyes meeting Mariko's gaze.

The two women stared at each other from a few meters away, neither looking away first.

There was a crackling sound in the air; Sing Sing swore he heard sparks popping out.

A Le, you heartless bastard who gave birth to a son without any eyes!

Of all the people you could have brought, you brought your ex!

Wolverine's ex and his ex-girlfriend collided in a car accident, while his own son watched with wide, bull-like eyes!

Even Hollywood wouldn't dare to film this script!

Logan finally realized something was wrong, and when he turned around and saw Mariko, his face flushed red. "Mari... Mariko?"

"Logan- san," Mariko said softly and steadily, bowing slightly, "Long time no see."

Sing Sing made a quick decision and turned to run away.

This kind of chaotic scene would be a disaster even for a god; there's no need for a Deputy Division-Level chief like him to die here.

He had barely taken half a step when Saeko Busujima's sweet voice drifted from behind him.

"Master, where are you going?"

"I'll go... get you some water! Yes, water! You've come all this way, your mouths are parched..."

"I'm not thirsty." Yukio had somehow appeared on the other side, arms crossed, watching him. "I'm curious, why did you run?"

Why am I running?

I was running for my life!

Sing Sing was sandwiched between the two girls, one on each side, like a badger pinned down in a melon patch, unable to move forward or backward, and could only watch helplessly as Mariko walked up to Logan and stood in front of him.

Mariko glanced at Logan, then at Silver Fox, her gaze finally settling on Silver Fox's coat.

She smiled and said softly, "I wore this coat many years ago too."

Silver Fox stood up, her face still wet with tears, her hand already on the hilt of her sword. Where was the vulnerability she had shown moments before?

"Really? You're quite good at picking up what others have left over."