Su Yao, Magneto's Son

Su Yao, Magneto's son, also possessed similar abilities—ones far more effective than that brat's. In comparison, the brat's abilities could only be called astonishingly weak.

He had merely been lucky enough to awaken two new abilities, especially Psychic Transmission, which had caught them off guard.

Otherwise, if they had known beforehand, that brat would never have made it out of the base! Thinking this, he shook his head again.

Alessandro's face showed contempt as he muttered, "He can't compare to Charles or Magneto. He can't even compare to Number One or Number Five. What a piece of trash."

As he spoke, the expression on his face shifted to awe, as though he had thought of some perfect creation.

Even now, whenever he thought of those two test subjects, he could not help but be amazed.

Captain Kenny, standing nearby, also showed awe and a hint of fear.

Super Speed Self-Healing, Energy Impact...

Body Metallization, Strength Enhancement, Five Senses Enhancement, Pulse Interference...

Those two were monsters among mutants! Thinking of the abilities those two mutants possessed, he could not help sighing. "Compared to those two, that kid really is much weaker. He's not worth mentioning."

"Those two are what you call real mutants. That kid doesn't even deserve the title of mutant..."

And in a sense, the numbers also represented strength rankings. From that alone, one could see how weak the kid was. The only reason he had escaped from his grasp was because of his luck.

"Enough." Alessandro cut off his continued praise and said coldly, "That brat may not be important, but we can't just let him get away."

"He is still an experiment subject. It would be a pity to let him escape, and it would make the base lose face. If he causes any damage or impact on society, that would be even worse."

"Capture him as soon as possible. If you can't, send more people."

"Yes." Captain Kenny nodded.

While they spoke, inside Experiment Base Number 23, both ordinary prisoners and mutant prisoners began whispering among themselves.

"Did you hear what those Prison Guards said? My God!"

"He really escaped?"

For a time, the many prisoners' faces were filled only with envy and jealousy. The Freckled Youth in particular looked utterly dazed.

He could not believe that the person he had warned not to run, not to struggle, had actually escaped successfully?! His feelings were complicated, filled with both resentment and envy.

In a cell not far away, several Black men who had mocked him earlier were now frozen in shock. Hearing the name of the person who had escaped, their faces were full of disbelief.

How could he have really escaped?! "Dave, you said before that if that person got away, you would..."

"Stop talking. I'm already about to lose it! Why wasn't I the one who escaped?!"

As they simmered with resentment, envy, and jealousy, someone began sneering.

"Hmph, I don't think that guy can get far. He'll be caught and brought back to keep us company soon enough!"

"That's right!"

"Exactly. I bet that kid will be caught tomor—"

While they were making their bets, Su Yao was weaving through the streets, running toward the corner of a household's yard.

"Pant... pant..."

His pale face and ragged breathing mingled with the sound of his heavy footsteps.

The sky was dark, and rain poured down over his head, leaving him increasingly weak.

After cautiously scanning his surroundings and confirming that no one had noticed him, he found a spot where he would not be easily discovered but could still be reached by moonlight, then sat down.

Feeling the numbness in his left arm and the drained energy inside him, he looked up at the moon hidden behind dark clouds and gave a bitter smile.

When it rains, it pours. Am I really going to die here? In his haze, a high fever took hold. Even in his sleep, he heard footsteps approaching from afar.

The search party is here? He struggled to open his eyes, but failed every time. In his daze, he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke again, it was already morning.

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Feeling the stuffy heat in his body, Su Yao was somewhat stunned and confused.

"Where am I?"

He looked around the room he was in with confusion.

The place was messy, and the air carried a faint smell of sweat.

Throwing back the blanket and seeing that his wounds had already been bandaged, Su Yao looked astonished.

Just as a guess formed in his mind, perhaps having heard the movement inside, the owner of the house knocked on the door and entered.

As the light was switched on, he saw the man's appearance clearly.

He was powerfully built and muscular, with a face covered in a thick beard. He looked weathered yet handsome, probably a middle-aged man.

"Who are you?" Su Yao asked doubtfully. "Did you save me?"

He quickly checked his body and found no other abnormalities. The documents hidden in his pocket were still there as well, making him let out a slight sigh of relief.

The burly middle-aged man nodded.

Looking at him lying in bed, Chris said in a deep voice, "Kid, who are you? Why were people chasing you?"

What? Caught off guard by the question, Su Yao's eyes flickered as he did not know how to answer.

"You're a mutant, aren't you?"

"Uh..." A strange expression appeared on Su Yao's face.

Seeming to know what he wanted to ask, Chris explained, "Those people searching yesterday said that a mutant criminal had escaped into the area nearby..."

He did not finish, but both he and Su Yao understood what he meant.

After a moment of silence, Su Yao asked in confusion, "Then why did you save me?"

"You knew I was a mutant, and still..."

He knew the situation here well. It was already good enough if ordinary people did not reject mutants. In serious cases, even going to a hospital could get them reported and arrested once their mutant identity was discovered.

The burly middle-aged man said solemnly, "Because I am a mutant too."

He held out both hands, and Red Light began to glow from them.

Surprise appeared in Su Yao's eyes.

While Su Yao was surprised, he failed to notice the profound look in the burly middle-aged man's eyes as he watched him.

Naturally, his reason for helping this child was not as simple as he had said. It was not solely because the other party was a mutant.

What he had not told the child was that when he had been tending to him earlier, he had inadvertently seen the stack of reports in his pocket.

Naturally, he had learned the child's identity.

A child with Magneto's and Charles's genes? Then this kid could be considered Magneto's son? As a mutant, he was naturally very familiar with those two. He had even once been a member of Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants, though he had left because of certain matters.

He wondered whether he should tell Magneto about this. If Magneto learned that he had a child, what expression would he make? Still, this boy's Mutant Ability was somewhat weak, and his body was also...