A moment later, the White Queen slowly returned with a glass of champagne on ice and silently offered it to the Black King.
The Black King took the glass, a satisfied smile flashing in his eyes. He sipped the rich, chilled wine and spoke leisurely.
"Now that I have this helmet to protect me, it's time to meet that mysterious, extraordinary Vought Founder."
At his words, the White Queen's expression shifted slightly, and intense apprehension and unease instantly welled up within her.
The strangeness of that ordinary young man on the ninety-ninth floor still troubled her. No matter how she thought about it, she could not make sense of him.
He could turn her psychic power against her and invade her mind, yet he showed not the slightest trace of being a mutant himself. Such an existence defied reason, keeping her instincts constantly on alert.
"I advise you not to rush into this."
The White Queen urged him gravely,
"You should remember what I told you before. Everything about that man felt wrong from beginning to end. He's extremely strange, and the unknown risks are too great."
The Black King rose calmly and walked slowly over to the White Queen. He raised a hand and gently patted her shoulder, his expression relaxed, utterly unconcerned.
"Don't worry. I have a helmet that blocks psychic abilities perfectly, and you'll be at my side to assist me. A mere peculiar telepath is nothing to fear. Besides, we're not going there to pick a fight. We're simply visiting one of our own kind to sit down and chat."
The White Queen sighed inwardly, filled with helplessness.
She had known her attempts to dissuade him would be useless.
She had already given him every warning she should, but the Black King had made up his