"That's Shaw and his men! What are they doing here?"
Charles's pupils contracted sharply, his brows knitting tightly. He could not understand why the Black King's group had suddenly appeared outside Vought Tower.
Could their target also be Vought's mutants?
The instant Erik beside him recognized the Black King's face, his eyes filled with blood-red hatred, and a vicious aura surged around him. Almost instinctively, he was about to charge forward and risk his life for revenge.
Charles hurriedly reached out and grabbed the out-of-control Erik, lowering his voice as he urgently tried to stop him:
"Erik, calm down! There are too many people here. You absolutely cannot attack!"
But hatred had already overwhelmed Erik's reason. His eyes were bloodshot, every muscle taut as he struggled desperately against Charles's restraint, throwing every warning to the wind.
He did not care whether ordinary people were nearby or whether they were on a busy street. Only one thought filled his mind: kill Shaw and settle his blood debt.
The confrontation on the street was on the verge of erupting, and the Black King nearby noticed their group just then.
Their eyes met, and a mocking, cold smile curled the Black King's lips. His tone was thoroughly amused.
"Little Erik, we meet again."
As his words fell, his gaze swept over Charles and the others.
In an instant, the White Queen's invisible psychic power spread outward.
Charles dared not be careless and immediately brought his own psychic ability to bear at full strength. The two invisible mental forces locked in a stalemate in the air.
"Hank! Hold him down! We absolutely cannot let him cause trouble here. There are too many people around!"
Unable to handle both at once, Charles hurriedly turned and gave the instruction in a grave voice.
Hank immediately strode