No Protagonist Halo, Not Going!

The small auditorium was spacious, neat, and very clean.

The two shook hands, sized each other up, and introduced themselves.

"Charles."

"An Yang, I've heard so much about your name."

Mystique and Moira stood beside the two of them.

Professor Charles was a wise-looking man. His appearance still seemed quite young, yet there were traces of the vicissitudes of life between his brows.

"Mr. An Yang, the reason I'm meeting with you this time is to discuss Apocalypse with you. This is of the utmost importance."

He always gave people the feeling of a spring breeze, which was probably the reason he always upheld a policy of gentleness. He himself was of a refined, scholarly type; even when offended, he would forgive others' unintentional mistakes, which made him very well-liked.

The only flaw was that he sat in a wheelchair.

An Yang asked, "What do you want to know?"

"I heard Ms. Moira mention this ancient mutant, but it's often mixed with mythological colors. I heard from Raven that you know almost everything about Apocalypse, so I wanted to ask how much you understand about him. Just how powerful is he?"

"You've seen him?"

Charles fell silent for a moment. "Yes, I just located him through Cerebro, but because of your warning, I didn't go to investigate at close range just how powerful this mutant is. By the way, may I ask the reason for your warning?"

An Yang frowned slightly and looked at Mystique.

Mystique looked somewhat awkward and said, "He once said that that mutant would use that to find you and invade Cerebro!"

"What?" Professor Charles was very surprised. "Does he have that kind of ability? He can actually invade Cerebro!"

An Yang also understood a bit now; the reason Charles had accepted his warning was presumably