"Professor, your legs."
Even Jean behind him could not help exclaiming in amazement.
Was it really that miraculous? Had it actually cured the professor's paralysis in an instant?
What kind of power was this?
Jean looked at Wang Yang in surprise.
"Sorry, I lost my composure."
Charles took a deep breath, sat down again, and spoke.
"Understandable."
"Consider this a gift to celebrate our successful cooperation."
"Charles, you must understand that not everyone is as greedy as those high-ranking officials, persecuting mutants and worrying that mutants will threaten their positions!"
"We came in good faith."
Wang Yang spoke sincerely.
Charles was someone who could easily read people's minds.
Even without using his ability.
He could still judge whether someone was sincere.
As things stood, Wang Yang's attitude did indeed seem very sincere.
"Now, I'm beginning to believe you might be my friend."
Charles looked at Wang Yang and spoke earnestly.
"However, I hope you two will help me keep my recovery a secret."
"After all, not everyone in this world is a friend to us mutants."
Charles said.
"Of course!" Wang Yang smiled, but inwardly he understood that this old fellow clearly wanted to meet every change by remaining unchanged. He probably also wanted to use this to deal with others.
It made sense. He was the leader of the mutants and could read minds.
If he had not been smart, others would have toyed with him until he died long ago.
"Please follow me!"
"We never let our friends lose out."
"Come on, Jean. Take me underground."
Charles said.
Jean pushed his wheelchair and turned to leave.
Wang Yang and Strange hurried after them.
Under the curious gazes of a group of children, they entered the Mutants School.
After walking through the Mutants School for quite a while, they