This Banner Smells Way Too Strong. Can I Refuse It?

Somewhere in a small town outside the special zone, the crashed helicopter was engulfed in raging flames.

Luckily, Beast had reacted quickly. Before the helicopter hit the ground, he had already jumped out with Charles. After using his own body as a cushion and rolling to bleed off the impact, neither of them was seriously hurt.

But just because the two of them were safe—

did not mean Wolverine Logan had gotten off unscathed as well.

"I never should have trusted you!!!"

Very soon, accompanied by an enraged roar, Logan crawled out of the wreckage while cursing. As he slapped out the flames on his body, he said, "You already pulled that helicopter gag back at the academy... and this time you went even further!"

Unexpectedly—

Fang Mo did not respond this time.

"...Huh?"

Logan froze for a moment. He thought there was no way a mighty god like Fang Mo could have been taken out by a helicopter crash, but out of concern, he still leaned down to look inside the cabin.

And the moment he did—

Logan felt his vision go dark.

Because inside the blazing cabin, Fang Mo was pressing down on the corpse of a huge, muscular Black man and crying out in grief, "Lao Da! Lao Da, what happened to you, Lao Da?!"

"..."

Logan felt his concern had been completely unnecessary.

"Lao Da, don't you dare fall asleep! Wake up!" Fang Mo continued screaming hysterically. "No! Lao Da! Nudge me with your elbow one more time, Lao Da!"

"...That's enough."

Logan rubbed his temples helplessly and reminded him.

"Oh, right."

However, Logan's words seemed to suddenly remind Fang Mo of something. He twisted around and pulled a wooden box from who knew where, then fiddled with it a couple of times. "Almost forgot the