Professor X had no idea how to respond to that.
It was true that with a close-combat fighter like Wolverine present, the final outcome would not have changed, but at least they would not have lost so miserably.
Although Wolverine's attack power was lacking, his defenses—or rather, his vitality—were astonishingly strong. Zhan Liu was not even certain he could kill him.
If Zhan Liu did not want to waste time on him, the best approach was to knock him away first, then cut straight through to the backline and get in the ranged fighters' faces, eliminating them first.
In truth, Professor X was certainly not entirely satisfied with the X-Men either. After all, his philosophy leaned toward resolving problems through peaceful means and quelling disputes through dialogue.
Yet his subordinates, despite agreeing with his philosophy, always wanted to solve problems with force at the slightest provocation.
He simply had no choice.
He had only so many people under him, and most of them were still children. At present, they were in a state of having too few successors. He would have to wait a few more years, until Iceman's generation had grown up, before he would have more people to choose from.
"Mr. Zhan, please believe me when I say that we never intended to fight you in the first place. Scott simply cares too much about that child, which is why he lost his composure." Professor X sincerely explained himself to Zhan Liu.
"Does he care too much, or is he just used to it?" Zhan Liu sneered.
"Humans are accustomed to solving problems in the way they are best at. You are good at communicating with people, so you are willing to sit here and talk with me. None of your subordinates is good at persuading others. What