Never Mess with a Working Man!

"Logan, don't get angry."

The Gambit pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually dusted off the table.

"I've run into some trouble and need to hide here."

"Get lost." Wolverine Logan didn't look up, picked up his glass and downed the cheap Bourbon in one gulp.

Don't attract flies to my place.

Beside him, Sing Sing was completely unaware of the danger he was in.

He pulled out his beloved little notebook from somewhere and walked around Logan once.

"Hey buddy, your forward head posture and lumbar muscle strain are pretty serious."

Wolverine raised his head.

He took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke toward Sing Sing.

Do you want to die?

"The word 'death' is too unlucky. Our goal as working people is to live to a ripe old age and enjoy our later years."

Sing Sing did not avoid the smoke; instead, he narrowed his eyes deeply, his gaze revealing a melancholy born of experience.

"Mr. Logan, would you be interested in a change of work environment? Meals and accommodation included, Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds, plus double pay at the end of the year."

The Gambit was kicking Sing Sing's shin under the table like crazy.

Sing Sing kicked back, but remained unfazed.

"Look at your muscles, those defined lines, those thick forearms. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Listen to me, our China Cross-Sea Bridge project is in dire need of versatile and resilient talents like you. If you're willing to come, I'll personally help you get a senior technician qualification!"

The Gambit next to him, Gambit, covered his face in pain.

He now completely understood that this agent named Stephen Zhou had absolutely no concept of the word "danger" in his mind.

Sitting across from me is Wolverine!

That Beast that can chop a person into raw meat cubes at the slightest provocation!

I'm saying this one last time.

"Get this France conman out of my bar! Before I want to kill anyone."

Sing Sing sighed.

"Cousin, do you know why you're so irritable?"

"Because you lack a sense of belonging. Without the safety net of Five Insurances and One Housing Fund, years of temporary work and homelessness have thrown your endocrine system into extreme disarray."

"Come with me? I'll have Auntie Wang from the company cafeteria make you a pot of angelica and pork kidney soup every day. I guarantee you'll regain your masculine peace within a week..."

Unable to bear this lunatic any longer Wolverine let out a low growl.

"Sizzle!"

Three Adamantium claws sprang from the bones in his right hand, aiming straight for Sing Sing's forehead.

"When!"

The Gambit next to him covered his ears in pain.

Amidst the flying sparks, Wolverine's pupils contracted.

Sing Sing suddenly had a knife in his right hand.

A Pig Butchering Knife with a patina on its wooden handle and a wide, thick back.

The blade firmly jammed those three indestructible Adamantium Claws!

This is also Adamantium?!

Logan has lived for over a hundred years and knows better than anyone the hardness of the metal infused into his bones.

"Your nail clippers are quite unique, buddy."

With a slight flick of his wrist, Sing Sing used the flat of the Pig Butchering Knife to press down, using the force against him, and deftly deflected Logan's claws to the side.

Immediately afterward, he ignored Logan's murderous gaze and stared at the steel claws with predatory delight.

"It comes with its own high-strength cutting blades and requires no external power supply... If this were used for pre-tunnel boring machine rock breaking operations or for cutting high-strength steel bars, how much would be saved in consumable costs per day..."

Who exactly are you?

Wolverine was completely enraged. With a "whoosh," three steel claws shot out from his left hand, and his body arched slightly like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Me? I'm just a peace-loving, grassroots personnel specialist who advocates for replacing violence with labor contracts."

The Pig Butchering Knife twirled in a dazzling display of skillful maneuvering with his fingertips before finally settling firmly in his hand.

"By the way, let me give you some background information. This knife of mine was the personal kitchen knife of the legendary Gan Jiang and Mo Ye. It was forged from the Tianshan Cold Iron and absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for forty-nine days..."

Just as Sing Sing struck a pose, ready to launch into a long-winded introduction of his weapon of choice, Wolverine noticed something unusual.

"Call out--"

"Boom!!"

The violent explosion completely engulfed the entire "Severed Finger" bar.

The pursuers sent by Avalanche directly used heavy firepower, and an anti-tank missile with a trail hit the wooden house.

An orange-red fireball shot into the sky, and the already crumbling building was reduced to a sea of fire and ruins within seconds.

Three heavy pickup trucks were parked sideways in the yellow sand beside the highway.

On the roof of the lead vehicle, a gang member wearing sunglasses casually tossed aside a still-smoking launcher and spat.

"Go check it out, find Remy LeBeau's body. Cut off his head and bring it back."

In the ruins, the fire was still raging, and thick smoke billowed.

"Bang!"

A burning load-bearing beam was blown away and crashed onto the sandy ground more than ten meters away.

The gang thugs raised their automatic rifles.

Amidst the thick smoke, Wolverine slowly rose from the ruins.

His tattered vest had been blown into several strips, revealing his muscular build.

The Healing Factor was rapidly repairing his charred skin, and his expression was more sinister than that of a demon from hell.

"Fire!"

A hail of bullets rained down on Wolverine's chest, shoulders, and abdomen, splattering blood everywhere.

The next second, he moved.

Like a true lone wolf, its limbs close to the ground, it left a dark shadow in the trajectory of the bullets and crashed into the line of fire!

The front door of the pickup truck, along with the thugs hiding behind it, was sliced into several pieces by six beams of cold light.

"Bang!"

The mangled body smashed through the rear window of the car.

On the other side, the remnants of a bar counter at the edge of the ruins shifted slightly.

The Gambit crawled out from below, covered in dust and dirt.

Half of his flashy brown trench coat was burned off, and he had a gash on his forehead with blood streaming down his cheek.

"Damn it..."

Gambit stood up, leaning against a charred pillar, and looked at Wolverine, who had already charged into the crowd and unleashed a bloodbath. His expression changed slightly.

"Logan..."

Those scoundrels are about to get into big trouble.

A muffled sound suddenly came from the side.

The Gambit looked down.

A door panel was pushed open, and Sing Sing looked like a miner who had just been dug out of a coal mine.

It was a patchwork of black and gray.

The counterfeit white suit was not only stained gray from smoke, but also had a fist-sized hole burned into the left cuff, and the white felt hat was nowhere to be found.

The first thing he did when he stood up was to nervously examine every corner of the suitcase.

"Thank goodness... the bone spur specimens and cash inside are still there; the state-owned assets have been saved."

The Gambit almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?! You just got blown up head-on by an anti-tank missile!"

"Yes, I know."

Like a heartbroken old father, Sing Sing gently brushed the ashes off the suitcase.

Then he looked at his worn-out white suit.

The Gambit swore that in that very second, he sensed a murderous aura emanating from this man who was spouting nonsense.

"This suit..."

"I found this for 180 yuan at Silk Street. The shopkeeper said it's a rare find!"