Screech...
The car stopped outside a strip club.
Yang Bo complained, "Are you sure you actually passed your driving test?"
Riding in Xavier's vintage car was truly uncomfortable, not enjoyable in the slightest. Toward the end, he had been forced to activate datafication mode to cope with Xavier's driving.
"Good thing it's only 1962!"
Leaving Xavier baffled by that remark, Yang Bo opened the door and got out, holding a sheet of paper covered in addresses.
He looked up at the club's flashing neon lights.
"Only in the United States..."
The innocent Yang Bo followed Xavier into the club. The deafening music and all the provocative sights inside were enough to send blood rushing to anyone's head.
Xavier looked around, then pointed at a woman dancing onstage and said:
"That's her!"
Yang Bo nodded slightly. Salvador, the mutant enthusiastically working atop the bar, had no idea she had become the target of two men.
Salvador's mutant ability was flight. She had a pair of wings resembling a cicada's, which became tattoos on her body when she wasn't using them.
She could also spit extremely hot saliva, giving her some ability to defend herself.
Perhaps because it was daytime, the seats around the bar weren't full. The two men found empty seats and sat down.
Xavier said, "Looks like we'll need to speak to her in private."
As he spoke, he took a fifty-dollar bill from his pocket and held it up.
The bill caught Salvador's attention. Swaying her hips, she walked over and crouched in front of them.
Smiling, she plucked the bill from Xavier's hand and said, "Handsome, if you've got the cash..."
"You can enjoy a private dance in one of the booths..."
With that, she stepped down from the bar.
Yang Bo was about to stand, but