"This... young master, isn't this too radical?" the old butler asked hesitantly.
"Radical?"
Chen Xiao said calmly, "Looking at the present, there are only a handful of people on this planet whom I truly fear."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Just do as I say."
"Yes." The old butler looked at the calm and collected young man before him, recalling the rumors he had heard at the Mutants school, and finally bowed his head in agreement.
While mobile phones are generally prohibited on flights, charter flights are permitted and have never been subject to this restriction.
As the old butler turned to dial, Chen Xiao sat still, his thoughts racing, already unfolding a series of chess games in his mind.
Superman is known for his overwhelming physical abilities, but his mental strength is equally astonishing. As his body is strengthened every day, the power deep within his consciousness is also quietly rising.
At present, Chen Xiao cannot shake reality with his will, but on a purely mental level, intimidating ordinary people, observing their emotional fluctuations, and even applying deep hypnosis are all easy for him.
If he so chooses, no one standing before him can hide even the slightest hint of their heartbeat.
Pochutla is a major coastal town, strategically located at the crossroads of Mexico's access to Mala and Sava, with a permanent population of over two million. The town is bustling with activity and teeming with merchants and travelers.
The city's structure is clearly divided: government agencies, military garrisons, and local gangs, with each side vying for power and checking the others.
Indeed, in Mexico, the underground forces are no longer small-scale operations operating in the shadows. They are well-equipped with rifles and machine guns, and even openly possess armored vehicles, Rocket, and armor-piercing rounds.
Street shootouts are frequent, and attacks on police stations are commonplace; the behavior is utterly reckless.
Drug trafficking, gambling, and human trafficking are all illicit activities that are almost openly discussed, creating a chaotic and blatant disorder.
When Chen Xiao arrived in Pochutla after traveling more than 4,000 kilometers, it was just past 2 p. m.
The sky was overcast, a light drizzle fell, and the air was thick with dampness and oppression, as if the entire city was holding its breath, waiting for something.
On the airport tarmac, a convoy had been waiting for some time: two fully armed armored vehicles led the way, followed by seven black Mercedes-Benz vans, and at the rear was an extended Rolls-Royce, exuding a dignified and luxurious presence.
The passenger plane slowly came to a stop, the cabin door opened gently, and the boarding bridge lowered. More than twenty bodyguards in black suits and white shirts stood under the bridge, their waistlines clearly defined, their postures solemn.
In front of them stood two people, one tall and one short. On the left was a short-haired, mixed-race, burly man with broad shoulders and a piercing gaze; on the right was a young white man in a tuxedo, with a warm smile and impeccable manners.
Chen Xiao stood at the cabin door, gazing at the scene below—a spectacle he had only ever seen on a movie screen—and felt a slight ripple in his heart. The Chen Family's influence here was far greater than he had anticipated.
Inside the cabin, the old butler smiled and said softly, "Young Master, let's go down."
"Hmm," Chen Xiao responded calmly.
The three filed out. As soon as they stepped onto the bridge, their umbrellas were opened to shield them from the drizzle.
The old butler stepped aside and introduced, "Young master, this is Stodod."
He paused, then added, "In his early years, he worked as a mercenary in the Central African theater. After the master's accident, he was specially transferred back to Pochutla to be in charge of the Chen Family's security."
The burly, mixed-race man stepped forward, his voice booming like thunder. " Stodod greets young master. Your well-being is the well-being of the Chen Family."
Chen Xiao nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
"This is George Sayd, the young master's cousin." The old butler turned to another person.
"Cousin?" Chen Xiao looked slightly surprised.
The young white man's smile remained unchanged, "Cousin, don't worry about coming back this time. The Chen Family's roots are still there, and they will always be planted here for you."
It wasn't a good place to talk for long, so after a few pleasantries, everyone boarded the cars. The convoy slowly drove away from the airport, disappearing into the damp streets under the watchful eyes of countless people.
As for Yidileisi, as Chen Xiao requested, she wore a red silk headband on her forehead, which perfectly concealed her small red horns.
In George's and the others' eyes, this red-haired girl was dazzlingly beautiful, with a touch of childlike playfulness, as if she had casually picked out a novel accessory to wear on her head, and it didn't look out of place at all.
Noon.
In the lobby of an abandoned building filled with armed men, Trunk sat shirtless on a sofa, his muscles bulging and his eyes like knives.
As one of the two great leaders of Pochutla, he can decide the life and death of ordinary people with a single word.
But now, a smile played on his lips as he looked at the middle-aged man reclining on the other side of the sofa, "Mr. Blonsky, I've found the person you're looking for."
"Oh?" Blonsky raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening.
This person served in the special forces for over twenty years, specializing in raids and captures, and has been hunting the Hulk for many years.
In their first encounter, the Hulk, after transforming, delivered a powerful blow that left him on the verge of death.
To survive, and even more so for power, he voluntarily accepted the experimental serum from the " New Super-Soldier Program," an enhancement agent derived from Superman's genetic sequence.
The result was unexpected: not only did he recover, but he also gained ten times the explosive power, reaction time, and endurance of an ordinary person.
After several subsequent raids, he became increasingly excited, determined to let that green-skinned monster taste his now-powerful fists.
Unfortunately, having never witnessed his true potential, he was kicked away, breaking most of his ribs and losing consciousness on the spot.
Before he had fully recovered from his serious injuries, he requested a second injection from General Ross.
A miracle occurred again; the serum successfully fused once more, and the individual's physical condition improved again, reaching twenty times the level of an ordinary person.
However, the price was also evident: his temperament became increasingly Berserk, and his thirst for power bordered on obsession.
Upon hearing the news, a cold glint flashed in Blonsky's eyes, and he whispered, "Where is he?"
Trunk gestured, and one of his men quickly stepped forward and handed him a document.
As Blonsky flipped through the document, Trunk said unhurriedly, "Not only have I found Banner himself, but I've also figured out the purpose of his trip."
"He brought a woman with him; they came specifically to see a Doctor. Samuel Stern, a biochemist from New York."
" Stern arrived in Pochutla a month ago and is currently collaborating with Calorie Pharmaceutical Company to develop a new neuromodulator."
"I see." Blonsky closed the document, his gaze slightly narrowed.
Previous tracking indicated that Banner had already booked a flight to New York, but he changed his route midway and ended up in Mexico, whereupon the trail went cold.
Only now do I realize that the " Mr. Blue " he contacted was actually based locally.
"Well done, Trunk." A cold glint appeared on Blonsky's lips. "Choosing you as a partner was definitely the right decision."
Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Trunk quickly said, "Mr. Blonsky, with your strength, I wonder if you would be interested in ' Mutants '?"
" Mutants?" Blonsky's pupils contracted slightly.
"That's right, Mutants."
Trunk smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Four days ago, after you assisted in eliminating the Chen Family family patriarch, the Chen Family family butler left that very night, heading straight for New York."
"According to information from our informant, the last surviving direct descendant of the Chen Family will return to Pochut City this afternoon to officially take over the Chen Family."
"This child is only fifteen years old, but he is a Mutants. His abilities first awakened two months ago, and he was subsequently sent to Xavier Institute by the Chen Family."
Blonsky raised an eyebrow, showing some interest. "What specific unusual phenomena occurred when he awakened?"
Since being injected with the Superman serum and experiencing a surge in combat power, he has also followed General Ross for a long time and has already gained access to a great deal of classified intelligence.
He had heard of Mutants before, and wanted to see for himself whether these gifted individuals were stronger, or whether he himself was superior.
Trunk nodded. "I asked. I sent someone to the school in that small town to inquire. The school said that when he first awakened, his body was filled with surging energy, his arm strength increased dramatically, and with a casual throw, he could throw an adult more than five meters away."
Blonsky pressed further, "Anything else?"
Trunk shook his head. "That's all."
After hearing this, Blonsky looked slightly disappointed. "Based on this description, he's at most an ordinary Delta-level Mutants."
"His abilities are geared towards pure strength amplification, which has limited potential in actual combat. Sending a few elite soldiers armed with heavy machine guns will be enough to take him out."
Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up and turned to leave.
If this boy truly possessed the Hulk's world-destroying power, he would gladly make the trip himself;
If he were just stronger than the average person, he wouldn't even bother to lift his eyelids; tracking down the Hulk's trail was far more important than killing a mere kid.
Trunk said with a hint of regret, "In that case, we won't keep Mr. Blonsky any longer."
Although there are many Mutants in the world, they are scattered all over the globe, and very few actually live in large communities. For example, in Pochut City, he has seen very few Mutants over the years.
With the media fueling the flames and deliberately sensationalizing the issue, ordinary people have long regarded Mutants as alien monsters, each possessing bizarre and unpredictable supernatural abilities.
Just like the woman in the viral video a while ago who cleaved an entire mountain in two with a single blow, she was Mutants.
The overwhelming power was chilling just to look at the images.
Therefore, when he learned that the Chen Family family butler had brought back the Mutants young master, Trunk was on high alert and his expression became solemn.
That's why he was so eager to win over Blonsky, hoping to use him as a tool to kill someone.
But now that he'd confirmed the other party was nothing special, as he watched Blonsky leave, a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips, "Just a paper tiger after all. All that nerve-wracking for nothing."
"You want to come back and settle old scores with me?"
"Hmph! This time, I'm not only going to swallow up the Kudo District, but I'll take over the entire Bloody Hand Society as well."
As he finished speaking, his gaze darkened, sweeping over the scarred man on his left. "Go, find out that kid's return route. I want to personally deliver a 'generous gift' before he enters the city."
"Yes, boss."
The luxurious Rolls-Royce smoothly drove into the city. Chen Xiao, sitting on the back sofa, asked, "Old butler, have the notifications been delivered?"
The butler nodded. "Young Master, the heads of several major families have all received meeting invitations as you instructed."
After a pause, the old man's tone turned slightly somber as he advised again:
"You've just returned to Pochut City and aren't yet familiar with the ins and outs of the various families. Isn't it a bit too hasty to convene a meeting so soon?"
"Urgent?"
Chen Xiao said indifferently, "They're just a bunch of mortals. In your eyes, they may wield power; in my eyes, they're nothing more than a swarm of ants that I can crush at will."