Cheer Up, Bruce! You Can Do It!!!

Logan's ability wasn't just super-speed regeneration.

The reason he was called Wolverine, aside from his super-speed regeneration and claws, was largely because of his beast-like, razor-sharp instincts.

And with that astonishing beastly instinct.

Logan could always stay one step ahead and avoid incoming danger before it arrived.

Unfortunately, Fang Mo had been tormenting him the whole way, leaving Logan completely out of sorts. Naturally, he failed to notice the disturbance in the bushes beside them and was sent flying by the other party.

"Ah!"

Rogue cried out when she saw this from inside the vehicle.

"Don't panic, girl."

Fortunately, Fang Mo quickly reassured her calmly. "Your Wolf Uncle is a tough guy who's eaten a Golden Apple. Mere fodder... he'll take care of them for you without breaking a sweat."

"I-I wasn't talking about that."

But Rogue shook her head frantically, then incoherently pointed into the distance. "That stove, the stove, it..."

"Huh?"

Fang Mo turned his head at that, only to see that the gas stove across from Rogue had collapsed.

Yes, it had been mentioned before that Logan normally lived in this RV. Since he wasn't afraid of dying, he naturally didn't care much about safety hazards like this.

But the problem was, they'd just gotten into a car accident.

Fang Mo had tortured Logan all the way here, so naturally Logan had put more force into stomping on the gas pedal. This collision was genuinely brutal. Under the immense impact, the stove's support frame twisted out of shape, its hose came loose, and the gas tank began spewing flames wildly.

And right before Fang Mo's eyes.

The leaping flames quickly ignited the underwear Logan had hung on a line.

Then the rope burned through, and the fire rapidly spread outward. The RV had been stuffed with plenty