Three minutes later...
Watching a silver streak suddenly arrive at his side, Wolverine groggily licked his lips.
"Is that you, Pietro?"
"Of course it is, hahaha. I didn't expect you to agree to join us so quickly.
I thought you were the kind of die-hard lone wolf, or maybe even Professor X's most loyal supporter!"
As Pietro greeted him, he enthusiastically patted Wolverine on the arm.
It couldn't be helped. In the current Hellfire Club, aside from his own father, Wolverine was the only person Pietro had interacted with before.
Beside him, after hearing Pietro's words, Wolverine nodded vaguely.
"Yeah, I don't know how I ended up joining either.
There must have been poison in the White King's words!"
As he spoke, he looked down at what he was wearing. The clean, crisp suit made him feel restrained even when it came to killing people.
"Damn it, are jeans uncomfortable now? Or do white tank tops look bad?
Why am I dressed up like this, looking like some fucking model?"
As he spoke, Wolverine irritably adjusted his collar. Although the suit Azazel had bought him was the right size,
Wolverine had too much muscle, so it felt a little tight.
Seeing how uncomfortable Wolverine looked, Pietro gave an awkward laugh and patted his arm again.
"You'll get used to it, buddy. It's my first time dressing this formally too.
But once I got a little used to it, I actually thought it looked pretty cool. After all, formalwear is always a man's romance, right?"
After Pietro finished speaking, he released Wolverine's hand and looked toward the laboratory in the distance.
It was the last laboratory he had cleared out. Inside, researchers brainwashed by Emma were stitching up the thigh muscles of a mutant test subject.
That test subject had thighs