"What, you want me to set up a Mutant Research Institute?" In a small room, White Queen looked at Lu Yifang, who had taken off his mask, in surprise.
"This is a decision Yifang and I made after discussing it. Our enemies are researching us step by step, while we barely understand ourselves. We can't let things go on like this." Magneto spoke up.
"This is going to be a lot of trouble," White Queen said, her brow furrowed.
"But it shouldn't be a problem for you, White Queen. Magneto told me that during the Cold War era, you had a Soviet marshal eating out of your hand. To be honest, I've always thought that, compared to open combat, you were better at fighting in the shadows." Lu Yifang smiled.
"You can pull some people with clean records from the Brotherhood. I'll give you the green light for that," Magneto explained.
At that, the smile on Lu Yifang's face grew wider. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Although Lu Yifang had power, there were plenty of things he couldn't accomplish with his fists.
He still needed people, needed help. But unfortunately, he didn't have enough clout yet. He needed to build it up.
As for the sort of thing where you casually walked down the street, stepped in to help someone, and happened to meet one or two incredible talents who then followed you wholeheartedly—that probably only happened in Long Aotian stories.
Lu Yifang didn't have time to start from scratch, but fortunately, he didn't need to. There was a shortcut.
Both Professor X and Magneto had been painstakingly building their organizations for half a century. The Brotherhood, in particular: those who had followed Old Magneto through all those years of upheaval and were still alive were undoubtedly