About two hours later...
In the courtyard, where the sunlight was especially brilliant, Wolverine finally got a clear look at his old friend.
That damned old man was enjoying massages from the girls while waving at him.
"Ha, Logan, I'm so happy to see you back!
By the way, the trip here must have been very safe, right?"
Hearing Professor X's greeting, Wolverine's weathered face was instantly written all over with the word "fuck."
He looked at the heavily armed soldiers around him, then at the tens of thousands of troops assembled outside, and even at the fully equipped special weapons designed specifically to counter mutants...
Wolverine swallowed and could not help asking himself.
"Damn it, was my trip here safe?"
Military vehicles escorting him, planes clearing the way—this was too damn safe. So safe that if someone else had been driving, they would probably have had a heart attack on the spot, you bastards!!!
Thinking that, Old Wolf gritted his teeth fiercely.
But before he could curse, more than a dozen beautiful women had already gathered around him.
The women wore perfectly matched office skirtsuits and stood before Old Wolf in a neat line.
Before saying anything, they all bowed to Old Wolf in unison.
"Mr. James Howlett, you look truly exhausted right now.
Please leave yourself to us. We will give you a simple cleaning first, then send you to rest beside God. Would that be acceptable?"
"God? What god? Fuck God?!!"
Faced with the women's greeting, Old Wolf cursed without any courtesy.
"Charles, what the fuck did you do? Where's the Taliban? What the hell happened?
I... ah, fuck!!!"
Before Old Wolf could finish, his clothes suddenly burst apart. The force did not just shred every piece of clothing on him—it also ripped out a small handful