Canada, Northern Alberta, Lofen City.
The crude, noisy bar was packed with excitement. The freezing weather outside did nothing to dampen people's high spirits. Travelers passing through and long-haul truckers alike had stopped here to rest, unable to continue driving late at night on the slippery roads. There were plenty of rooms upstairs, and as long as they paid enough, they could get hot water and food as well.
Shouts surged like waves. A massive iron cage stood in the center of the spacious venue, where two burly men punched and grappled with each other. Blood and violence never went out of fashion. People always enjoyed watching beasts or their own kind tear each other apart, using it to stimulate their increasingly numb nerves.
Some strong gamblers who lost their money would even enter the cage themselves, though they usually ended up bruised and battered by the fighters. If they had no cash left on them, they would be thrown straight out of the bar. They should not expect anyone to call a doctor for them. These people struggling to make a living out here had no spare kindness to give away.
In a second-floor room, Magneto, who had been missing for some time, sat in the middle. Compared to the other filthy, cramped places they had stayed, this clean room was quite decent. Yet the leader of the Brotherhood, who had always cared about appearances, frowned deeply, his eyes filled with disdain.
"The military has been tracking us all along. Many of our brethren have exposed their whereabouts, so I had no choice but to be careful," explained the subordinate in a hat.
Magneto nodded slightly. He knew that since the Worthington incident, humanity had begun hunting him down. That was why he had led the Brotherhood out of