Why This Question Was So Hard for Wolf Uncle to Explain

"Phew... phew..."

Logan gasped heavily as he looked at the gangsters sprawled across the floor.

Clearly, these scum were no match for him. Even with guns in their hands, they could not defeat a mutant veteran who had fought on countless battlefields. All they could do was enrage him.

"I need to... calm down..."

Feeling his heart pounding violently from the pain, Logan took a deep breath.

Yes, he remembered Kitty's warnings before he came here. If he got too worked up, her ability might fail because of it. Thinking of that, Logan quickly looked away from the group, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths, trying hard to steady himself.

But at that very moment—

Someone nearby started clapping.

"Worthy of the X-Men. You wiped out an American gang the moment you traveled here. Now that's Golden Spirit worth praising." Fang Mo sat on the sofa and applauded. "Mm-hmm, first you screwed the gang boss's daughter, then you wiped out the gang boss's underlings..."

"I told you, that wasn't me!"

Logan roared. He felt like he was starting to lose his temper again.

"Sigh, if I'd known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have brought you here." Fang Mo sat on the sofa and pretended to sigh. "I should've taken you to Italy..."

"What would we be doing in Italy?"

Logan asked helplessly.

"Because... I wanted to do a gangster dance with you?" Fang Mo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

Unfortunately, Logan did not understand the reference at all. He sighed with a headache, then picked up a set of car keys from the floor. "This isn't the time to trade jokes with you. I'm going to find Charles from this era, and you're coming with me."

"Oh, oh, have you