Who Says a Grandmaster Can't Wear a Robe?

"Master! It's your grandson calling!"

"Master! It's your grandson calling!"

Sing Sing Chow tilted his head and glanced at his phone; the caller ID showed the words "Snowbird."

The previously whimpering Lao Zhou sat up, ripped off the blue fever-reducing patch from his forehead, and stuck it to the headboard.

"Quiet! Everyone shut your mouths!"

"Stop whining! A call from an international friend in Canada to offer condolences is a significant matter related to our international united front work."

"Everyone, let's raise our spirits and not embarrass ourselves as agents of a great nation!"

"Tch, pretending!"

Ma Jun ignored him and took out his phone to start playing.

Sing Sing threw off the covers, stretched out his arm, and pulled over the traditional red bathrobe that Hu Yingying had just brought him, draping it over his body.

That wasn't all; he then pulled out his sunglasses and put them on the stand.

He picked up a comb, dipped it in some tea from his stainless steel thermos, and vigorously shaved his hair.

The three tufts of hair that had sticked up were pressed down by the tea and neatly lay flat on the scalp.

"Sister Jianhua, take a look at this outfit for me. Is it sharp enough? Is it presentable enough?"

"Does he possess the calm and collected demeanor of a master after a great battle?"

Yang Jianhua watched his actions speechlessly and gave him a thumbs up.

Sing Sing nodded in satisfaction and then swiped to answer the video call.

He held the phone up at a slight angle to make his face look slimmer for a selfie, and then tucked his chin in.

"Hi, dear Miss Snowbird, it's been a few days, have you missed me...?"

The moment the image popped up, a large, furry, orange-brown face that filled the entire screen was shoved directly into the camera.

Two large, yellowish-brown animal eyes were blinking back and forth right next to the front-facing camera.

Two thick plumes of white breath shot out from his large nostrils, directly fogging up the phone camera lens.

Sing Sing's hand trembled, and he almost threw his phone under the bed.

"Holy crap, what the hell? How did the white-haired fairy turn into a red-haired gorilla?"

Looking out the window Chan Ka-kui leaned closer and burst out laughing when he saw the big, hairy face on the screen.

"Hahaha, Sing Sing, is this the Northern Ice and Snow Goddess you were talking about? That bushy beard is thicker than your chin that hasn't been shaved for three days! You have quite the taste!"

The hairy face on the other side of the screen swayed and stepped back more than a meter, revealing its full appearance.

He is a physics PhD and the main front-line tank for the Canada Alpha Flight.

Sasquatch, Walter Rankowaski.

Sasquatch raised his hairy paw and scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Stephen, my fingers are just too thick."

"I was trying to switch from the front camera to the rear camera, but my fingernail accidentally pressed the zoom button."

"Dr. Walter, are you trying to kill me?!"

Sing Sing patted his chest and pushed his sunglasses back up on his nose.

"I just finished a tough battle, and my bones are still aching all over. Your big, hairy face coming right up to me almost scared the soul out of me!"

Sasquatch chuckled twice:

"Stephen, I heard you not only won, but you also completely eliminated that woman, Claudine Lenco?"

"James was just saying in command post that he absolutely had to ask about your situation in person."

"Absolutely!"

Sing Sing shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning back against the cushions, and cleared his throat.

"Our two companies are legitimate strategic partners. When have I ever left you out when it comes to making money and achieving success?"

Sing Sing turned his phone camera around, scanning the beds in the ward.

"Look, we've deployed seven assault teams, more than twenty elite agents, and they're all sitting in a row in this intensive care unit."

The camera pans back to his own face, where Sing Sing is staring at Sasquatch.

"Speaking of which, with you all wrapped up in bandages, what's hidden in the Calgary underground base?"

The smile on Sasquatch's face vanished at the mention of Calgary.

He turned the phone camera to the side.

The screen showed a destroyed permafrost bunker.

The black rocks and white ice layers are intertwined and fractured, and are filled with numerous collapsed pits.

Alpha Flight members, dressed in red and white maple leaf tactical uniforms, are clearing the ground.

In the open space in the center of the bunker, three dismantled heavy mechanical exoskeletons were piled side by side, their hydraulic oil frozen into hard blocks on the ice.

"Silver Peak built a complete underground fortress 300 meters below Calgary in the permafrost."

"As we stormed through the main gate, we were met head-on by three upgraded Hunter mechs."

"Those guys had no intention of getting out alive; their heavy weapons were all loaded with anti-materiel armor-piercing rounds."

Upon hearing this, Ma Jun put away his phone and turned his head to look at the screen.

"They used anti-materiel weapons?" Ma Jun asked. "Firing from inside the bunker, aren't they afraid of causing a large-scale collapse?"

"That's exactly what they want—a collapse."

Sasquatch patted the bandage on his shoulder and continued, "Besides these three heavy mechs, there are two automated laser cannon corridors on either side of the passage."

"Before the retreat, the base's commander released all twenty-three berserk experimental subjects that had been sealed away during the early Weapon X Program."

Chan Ka-kui's smile vanished, "A berserk experimental subject? Like Sabretooth?"

"Worse than that."

Sasquatch shook his head. "They're all killing machines stripped of their self-awareness. Their nervous systems have been completely destroyed by chemicals, and their sense of pain has been completely severed."

Even if their limbs are broken, they will still use their teeth to tear at it.

"James led the team at the forefront. If it weren't for the Snowbirds triggering a blizzard at a crucial moment that froze and sealed off the entire tunnel, we would have lost at least half our manpower on this mission."

"More than twenty lunatics who have cut off their sense of pain, plus three big machines..."

Sing Sing stroked his chin. "Where's the person in charge? Have they caught him yet?"

Sasquatch was about to answer, a hand wearing a white leather glove reached out from the side of the screen and snatched the phone away.

The screen shook slightly, and the image changed to a fair-skinned face.

The Snowbird stood in the wind and snow, its short golden hair blowing against its forehead.

She stared at the screen at Sing Sing, who was wearing a red bathrobe and smoking a cigarette.

"Stephen, it seems you've recovered quite quickly; you even have the energy to joke with Walter."

As soon as Sing Sing saw the main character appear, he straightened up again, supporting himself on the mattress with both hands.

"Little Snow, that's called composure. For us secret agents, bleeding and sweating are commonplace; we must maintain a proper demeanor."

"Have you caught anyone alive over there?"

Have Logan and Silver Fox run into you?