Dancer Elektra

A gift worth $300,000 and weighing 150 kilograms utterly broke Storm, Ororo.

She had genuinely collapsed.

The atmosphere at Xavier School was strange.

Not many people had seen Ororo's condition, but what kind of children were at this school?

There was no shortage of clairvoyants and sharp-eared listeners. Before long, Storm's new condition had become common knowledge throughout the school.

Professor X had a headache over Storm's situation as well.

As far as he knew, even Beast Henry McCoy, who possessed one of the most brilliant minds among mutants, had no solution for it.

"There's an old Chinese saying: the one who tied the bell must untie it. In the end, we still need White."

Professor X sighed.

"I'd rather eat myself to death than beg that bastard Sean White!" Storm said between labored breaths. Even breathing was difficult for her now. There was simply too much flesh... It felt like someone was sitting on her chest.

After hesitating, Colossus cautiously said to Storm, "This is really inconvenient for you. You might not even be able to fit through the bathroom door."

"Peter!" Jean Grey scolded. There was truly no helping this straight man.

The moment Storm heard Colossus's words, she felt awful all over. No one else knew exactly how fat she had become, but she knew perfectly well. She was so fat that she could not even use the toilet. Getting through the door was hardly the only problem...

"Jean, I might need a nurse..." Storm said with a pained expression.

West 42nd Street.

White had gone there in the end.

After night fell, the signs and posters with their suggestive curves sent everyone who saw them a very clear message... Come on in! We've got hot girls!

Dance clubs, nightclubs, special stages... all sorts of establishments had made this half of the street famous among men.

It felt as though cats were scratching at Sean White's heart. He desperately wanted to pick one and go inside for a look...

Unfortunately, he had no money.

Many nightclubs and clubs required tickets for entry. The ledger only supported credit exchanges. Spending money? No way!

Fortunately, heaven did not disappoint those who persevered. He finally found a club without an entry requirement.

There were lots of people, and it was a little crowded.

On several separate stages in the distance, sexy dancers were throwing themselves into their routines with incredible enthusiasm.

So fresh! So exciting!

With strength greater than an ordinary person's, Sean forced his way into a good spot near the VIP section. A railing separated the guests by status.

This place was relatively close to the private stage in the VIP area.

The young ladies dancing over there were clearly much prettier than the middle-aged women doing hot dances here.

The girl had a red veil over her face, so he could not see what she looked like, and she was wearing more clothes than the others. But those long legs were truly something else.

Enmmm... Those legs really were beautiful.

He looked a little closer...

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White looked like a country bumpkin, his eyes wide as he tried to make out those long legs thirty meters away.

While he was staring at the legs, a mustached man by the VIP stage kept looking at him.

He had turned around to look at Sean at least three times.

Those watery eyes... Something was off. Was he gay?

And simply looking was not enough. He handed $100 to a nearby guard, then pointed at Sean, indicating that he should be invited over.

Enmmm... Should he go over or not?

Of course he should. Why not? He could lean right against the stage over there and watch.

Sean had never objected to taking advantage of free perks.

He walked straight over and sat beside the mustached man.

"Do we know each other?"

He had not noticed it from a distance, but up close, this mustached man gave Sean a familiar feeling.

"Watch the performance."

Rather than answer, the mustached man pointed at the stage.

Fine, he would watch!

The girl in the red dress seemed to be dancing even more beautifully now.

Enmmmm... Why did those legs look more familiar the longer he watched...

"Pretty, aren't they?" the mustached man asked.

"Very pretty."

"Hehe~"

Sean turned to look at the mustached man.

He had simply answered honestly. What the hell was with that "hehe"?

The moment he got a clear look, Sean instantly wilted.

"You two... What kind of game are you playing?"

That mustached man had the exact same expression as Vanessa. Combined with those familiar long legs onstage...

Were these not Elektra and Vanessa?

"She dances pretty well, doesn't she?"

"Not bad at all. Lucky that blind guy."

"Isn't Murdock no longer blind?"

"..." Sean suddenly felt as though he had gotten the short end of the stick.

"What exactly are you doing? She just wants to dance for you?"

"She's going to kill someone."

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She said it so casually?

White had never even treated someone to death. Yet killing someone was being discussed as lightly as killing a chicken?

Sean lowered his voice. "Who's she killing?"

"See that guy over there?"

"Which one? The one with the spiral tattoo on his head?"

"That's right. Bullseye Lester, Kingpin's former top assassin. He only got out of prison recently."

Sean's expression changed when Vanessa said that. He understood why Elektra wanted to kill Bullseye.

Elektra was now Kingpin's top hired assassin. Though she had not held the position for long, she had already demonstrated extraordinary talent.

Bullseye had been released, and Elektra wanted to kill him? Then there had to be an irreconcilable conflict between them. If Sean had to guess, it was undoubtedly over the position of top assassin.

All for that?

People in Marvel absolutely could not be judged by ordinary logic.

"What's the plan? Seduce him with dancing? Is Elektra planning to sacrifice her looks?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions."

"Tsk~ Something this big, and you came here to help her kill someone without even telling me. We'll settle this when we get back. What are her chances?"

"I don't know. I'm only responsible for the small fry."

Vanessa took a sip of wine, then added:

"I'm not optimistic about Elektra."

"Then why are you helping her?"

"If I don't help her, she'll die even faster."

Sean was left speechless.

Then an idea came to him. This was a perfect opportunity to make a loan.

After he whispered his idea into Vanessa's ear, her eyes lit up as well.

She looked quite convincing disguised as a man. She coolly snapped her fingers.

A scantily dressed attendant came over.

Vanessa, disguised as the mustached man, pointed at Elektra and said:

"Get me a private room. I want her."

Once inside the room, Sean looked around like a country boy visiting the city for the first time. But after examining it for quite a while, he found nothing special. It was just an ordinary private room, not even as good as the private rooms at the movie theater back home. The only difference was a pole in the middle.

Not long afterward, Elektra glided in.

She professionally introduced the services and rules.

Then, at Vanessa's instruction, she sat on Sean's lap with a dark expression and performed a lap dance. There were people watching outside, so they had to put on a convincing act.

"What are you doing here causing trouble?"

As she moved her body, Elektra asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm here to make a deal with you."

"What do you mean?"

"How much do you think late-stage lung cancer with brain metastasis is worth?"

"Who the hell knows?"

"What if Bullseye had it?"

Elektra suddenly stopped, then became enthusiastic.

"What are your terms?"

"You pay, I provide the disease."

"Fine."

Elektra agreed readily. She knew Bullseye's strength. If that man had not been trying to find ways to kill her lately, she would not have thought of striking first. But she truly had no confidence in winning. That man was far too cunning.

Since Sean White could get rid of Bullseye this way, why not?

A killer paying to hire someone to kill... Elektra found it both amusing and absurd.

Halfway through the dance, Sean could not resist getting handsy. Only after Elektra fiercely smacked the backs of his hands several times did he behave himself.

Pain truly was the best cure for restlessness.

Vanessa, still disguised as the mustached man, watched the two with great interest. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he had some peculiar hobby.

"..." Elektra stopped again mid-dance, shot Sean a vicious glare, then continued.

Sean's old face reddened slightly. He really could not control himself...

He glanced sideways at Vanessa. Seeing that his girlfriend was still watching cheerfully, Sean finally relaxed.

Doing this in front of his girlfriend was a little... well.

When the song ended, Elektra gracefully departed.

Vanessa also rose and headed outside. After taking two steps, she saw that Sean had not moved and urged him:

"Come on! What are you waiting for?"

"Tsk~ These pants are a little too tight. I can't stand up."

"Hahaha~"

Vanessa laughed heartily.

Sean: We should add a dance program at night from now on!

Vanessa: Have Elektra perform?

Sean: Of course!

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I'm not very satisfied with these chapters, so just bear with them. Pushing the plot forward is a bit troublesome~

Shamelessly asking everyone for some ticket support~