Fang Mo: I Grant My Followers Treatment Befitting Gods!

A few minutes later, Logan staggered into the train station.

That flying speed had been utterly insane. Even he couldn't take it, and his stomach felt like a stormy sea.

If not for saving face,

Logan would have rushed into a restroom and thrown up his breakfast.

"I know your daughter is a mutant."

To ease the awkwardness, Logan casually picked a topic while pretending to be calm. "But I didn't expect her ability to be this powerful when she's only a few years old... I'm guessing she can do more than just fly fast?"

"Oh, that's true."

Fang Mo held Little Momo in one arm and looked around. "Let me put it this way. See this train station? One breath of dragon fire from her, and it's gone."

"...All right."

Logan gave the little girl in Fang Mo's arms a deep look, then began searching around for Rogue. "All right, we're at the train station now. Let's find her first. You look around while I ask the ticket clerk."

With that, Logan turned and headed toward the ticket counter.

But the next second, Fang Mo suddenly grabbed him.

"Hey, no need to make it so troublesome."

Fang Mo smiled, then lowered his gaze to the ground. "We have a secret weapon here. Look, we can just rely on him..."

"What?"

Logan followed his gaze to the ground.

There, he saw Little Scrappy Cheems carrying a baseball bat.

"...Wuh?"

Cheems noticed them looking at him too. He instinctively shrank back, an utterly confused and cowardly expression appearing on his dog face.

"Go on, doggo. Show off your beastly instincts!"

As Fang Mo spoke, he somehow produced a black-and-white Sheriff's hat and slapped it onto Little Scrappy's head. "Good. You're a police dog now. You can bite any Black Ghost you