Nightcrawler

"You mean that blue-skinned mutant was a man?"

Hearing Jean's account, Scott looked equally puzzled. "Mystique can turn into anyone, but if she'd really used her powers, her skin color should have looked normal too... Could this really have nothing to do with Magneto?"

"I've got it!"

Just as they were pondering the matter, Fang Mo suddenly clapped his hands and said seriously, "This must have been done by Mystique Man!"

"What did you say?"

Jean and Scott were both clearly dumbfounded.

"Beorlandy, also known as Angel of Ruin Demon Man." Fang Mo explained with a straight face. "An Omega-level Brother, supposedly a big-donged guy. He loves wrestling people in locker rooms during humid weather... The clothes won't dry anyway, so he might as well tear them off."

"...Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Before he could finish, Logan frowned and cut him off. "Charles has been missing all night. Didn't you say he was your old friend? Can't you show a little concern for him?"

"No, how do you know I'm definitely talking nonsense..."

"Listen to yourself! Does any of that sound true!?"

Logan roared irritably, "You keep saying there's a bullet in my head that made me lose my memory. Now I'm wondering if you got shot alongside me back then, except your bullet took away your sanity!"

"Hey, wrong. Old Ken Head was the one who got shot with you."

Fang Mo first corrected him righteously, then continued with a grin. "Though the bullet didn't hit me, it still took away the thing most important to me... my virtue, because I couldn't help laughing at the time."

"You..."

"Honestly, we should support magnesium-made products."

Before Logan could finish, Fang Mo kept going. "Every cent we spend on magnesium-made goods gets turned into bullets... then used to shoot the