Not long afterward, a long, narrow flying vehicle descended from the sky. Its rear hatch opened, and a bald man in a wheelchair floated out with a smile. He had brought a large group with him, but they merely nodded to Deathstroke before throwing themselves into the battle on the streets.
The intensity of the war instantly escalated. Ice and fire energy, along with rays of every color, made the scene far more spectacular.
"Uncle Wilson, I thought you called me here to deal with this battle."
Charles looked much older now, yet he had to call a young man who appeared to be under thirty uncle.
"Let the young X-Men have their fun. I called you here to ask about that Cosmic Energy radiation from before. The man beside me is the king of Attilan, the Inhumans' nation—Black Bolt." Professor X was getting old, and eating too much at night was not good for him, so Su Ming had no intention of having more dishes served. "Blackagar, this bald man is one of my juniors, Charles Xavier, one of Earth's Mutant leaders."
Black Bolt did not understand why Deathstroke had called a Mutant over, but he still smiled politely, the sort of faint smile that did not even show his teeth.
In truth, Professor X was exactly the right person to ask. Charles's wheelchair floated to the table, and he took his seat automatically, placing both hands on the tabletop as he answered in a soft voice.
"I kept an eye on the four scientists who returned to Earth. They now call themselves the Fantastic Four. I initially believed Cosmic Energy radiation had activated the latent X-Gene in their bodies, turning them into Mutants. But after later observing them at close range, I discovered that they were not."
"Then