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"Who are you!"

"Who are you!"

Two voices rang out simultaneously in Black King Shaw's mind.

Ding!

Mutant Chat Group is now online!

White Queen has joined the chat.

Charles Xavier has joined the chat.

"You can guess who I am. Guess right, and there's a prize." 'Group owner' Su Quan spoke.

White Queen: ...

Black King Shaw: ...

Charles Xavier: ...

No clues at all—guess my ass!

"Might as well chat with customer service. They reply faster and call me 'dear.'"

Dear your grandmother's dear—are you insane?

"Um... dear, can you let us go?" Black King Shaw knew when to bend. She didn't care who this was; she just wanted out.

White Queen's psychic abilities were no match for his, she was frozen in place, the Coast Guard would arrive soon, and Erik Lehnsherr, whom she'd dismissed earlier, could climb back up any moment.

This was the biggest crisis Black King Shaw had ever faced!

"..."

Su Quan hadn't expected Black King Shaw to be so shameless.

You're the ruler of the Hellfire Club. You're the Black King. And you're calling me 'dear' without a shred of dignity?

What will your follower White Queen think?

What will Charles Xavier, who sees you as his greatest threat, think?

Your image is ruined, old Shaw.

Forget it. This was just a greeting. A parting gift. Later—there's plenty of time later.

"No matter who you meet, they are meant to appear in your life. They will teach you something."

"Today's meeting is both chance and fate."

"I hope you learn something. Dismissed!"

Mutant Chat Group, disbanded!

Freed from her restraints, Black King Shaw stared wide-eyed at White Queen. White Queen, equally confused, nodded instinctively—the psychic power was indeed gone.

A crisis they'd thought would be their end ended anticlimactically, leaving them baffled.

But his strength and their terror would be unforgettable.

And they had learned something.

A false alarm!

Those four words were the most beautiful in the world—a hundred times better than elation, colorfulness, or smooth sailing.

Before Su Quan appeared, they thought: The outcome is undecided—any of us could be the dark horse.

After Su Quan appeared, they thought: Being a beast of burden is fine. As a beast of burden, I apologize.

"Go!"

Black King Shaw moved to re-enter the cruise ship's cabin.

Suddenly, the ship's anchor shot up from the seabed, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed it and hurled it at Black King Shaw on the deck.

The long chain gleamed black under the moonlight, like a sky-swallowing python, sweeping across and shearing off the ship's upper decks.

In an instant, explosions crackled everywhere, flames leaping into the sky, lighting up the dark sea!

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"Ding!"

"Combat detected. Reward dropped: 5 Points"

"Ding!"

"Combat detected. Reward dropped: Control Magnetic Field (Magneto)"

"Ding!"

"Combat detected. Reward dropped: Absorption and Release of Energy (Black King)"

"Combat detected. Drop reward: Create Any Form of Wind (Havok)."

The continuous clanging of metal brought a delighted grin to Su Quan's face, his cheeks flushed with joy.

Magneto's Control Magnetic Field, Black King Shaw's Absorption and Release of Energy, Havok's Create Any Form of Wind, plus Charles Xavier's Psychic Abilities and the White Queen's Psychic Abilities and Diamond Form.

This haul was overflowing, a bountiful harvest.

Magneto, YYDS!

"Boom!"

Another explosive roar echoed as the Cruise Ship shattered completely in two under the relentless bombardment of the Ship Anchor.

"Take me—take me—Shaw—Shaw!!!"

The White Queen floated on the sea surface near the Cruise Ship, screaming hoarsely, her voice filled with grief, fury, and unwillingness.

Unfortunately, she received no response.

Beneath the Cruise Ship, a Submarine was straining at full power to break free from Erik's magnetic field control.

Inside the Submarine, Black King Shaw's expression was terrifyingly grim. Havok, standing nearby, wanted to speak but held back, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The White Queen was his right hand. Just moments ago, she had shoved him aside in the critical moment, allowing him to get into the Submarine.

But she herself had been dragged into the sea by the Ship Anchor's chains.

The Cruise Ship was already destroyed. Erik and the other enemies were watching intently. The situation was dire—like an arrow already loosed, there was no turning back!

And then there was that powerful, mysterious psychic.

Had he left?

Or would he suddenly burrow into his mind and control him again?

Fear—or rather, terror—drove Black King Shaw to abandon the White Queen without a second thought.

After all, even if she was captured, he could still rescue her later. But if he himself got caught, everything would be over.

"We'll save her. I promise."

Black King Shaw muttered under his breath, unsure if he was reassuring Havok or himself.

Firelight reflected off the sea surface. The beam of a flashlight from a Coast Guard Speedboat had already landed on the White Queen's face.

The White Queen was born into a wealthy family in Boston, the second of three daughters, with a gay older brother.

Her father was a cold-hearted businessman, and her mother, crushed by family pressures, abused psychiatric medication.

Life—there's always a stretch of time spent in silence, in waiting, in endurance.

Waiting for the warmth of spring blossoms, waiting for the harvest of autumn fruits.

Waiting for a thunderbolt that had never come.

She waited. After tearfully saying goodbye to her brother, she decided to leave home and find her own path.

She became the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, Shaw's right hand.

But now.

The seawater was cold. Her heart was colder.

Everything has cracks—that's where the light gets in.

Just as the White Queen was about to close her eyes in defeat, her light appeared.

A young, handsome man with a unique aura appeared silently before her, hovering steadily in the air, right in front of her eyes.

He reached out his hand.

"Coming?"

That voice—it's you!

The White Queen opened her eyes wide in disbelief.