Chapter 12: Half, Half ,Half

Chapter 12: Half, Half ,Half

Las Vegas, a world-renowned resort city for tourism, shopping, and vacations centered on the gambling industry, is famous as a city of contrasts—part hell, part paradise.

Logan's old friend is here—

in a boxing club.

Mike took Clark and followed Logan to the office on the second floor.

Clark excitedly slumped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the boxers training below, his little fist waving like the others.

Mike amusingly scratched Clark's nose, teasing the little guy.

Logan looked at the father and son with envy in his eyes until the phantom beside him bumped Logan with his elbow. Logan recovered his senses and took the beer handed by the other party.

The phantom, named John, a black man with teleportation ability, was Logan's teammate when he was working in Stryker's X-Squad.

"This is?" John raised his chin towards Mike and asked Logan in a low voice.

Logan took a sip of beer and said, "Friend."

Phantom hesitated and asked carefully, "Similar?"

Just as Logan was about to nod his head, Mike turned his head and firmly said, "No!"

Shrugging, Logan took a sip of wine, but Phantom laughed and said, "Interesting person."

He raised the wine in his hand to Mike: "Hey, dude, here's a bottle!" Saying that, he threw the wine away.

Mike caught it, thanked him, and continued watching the training outside with Clark.

Logan raised the wine in his hand, touched Phantom, and said, "Victor, do you know where he is?"

"Sorry, Logan, I haven't contacted him for a long time." Phantom spread his hands and said, "I quit a few months after you left because I didn't want to round them up."

"Round them up? Who?"

Logan's eyes were solemn, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Phantom bowed his head, rubbed the wine bottle in his hands with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Mutants."

"Damn!"

Logan snorted.

After a moment of silence, Phantom tried to change the subject and said, "Why are you looking for Victor? Are you going to reconcile?"

At that time, due to differences, Logan and Victor, the Sabretooth, had parted ways—Logan left the team, and Victor continued to follow Stryker.

"I'm going to kill him."

Logan's tone was cold.

There was some embarrassment on Phantom's face.

He was going to talk about something lighthearted...

*Cough!*

Phantom clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "What did he do?"

"Don't ask."

Logan drank his beer in a grumpy gulp.

At this moment, Mike turned his head and reminded, "Logan, the gunman."

Logan patted his forehead, looked at the phantom, and said, "Agent Zero, do you know about him?"

Phantom shook his head, then said, "Foyle may know. He has a good relationship with Zero."

"Is he here?"

"He's here!"

"I'm going to find him!"

The phantom flashed, appearing beside Logan in an instant, held Logan's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, he will only come here at four o'clock."

Logan was silent for a while, looked at the clock on the wall, saw that the time was almost up, turned to sit on the desk, and said, "Then I'll wait for him until four o'clock."

"What about you?"

Turning to look at Mike and his son.

Clark looked at Mike expectantly and said, "Dad, I want to go down and have a look."

Mike pointed his finger down and walked down with Clark.

After Mike and the two left, Phantom said to Logan, "How did you meet? What's with that man and his child?"

Logan grinned, looked down, and saw a cigar on the table. His eyes lit up, grabbed a cigar, and stuffed it into his mouth. Still looking at Phantom, he helplessly said, "You just need to know that they are good people."

Phantom didn't respond, and after a moment of silence, the two talked about their experiences over the years.

On the first floor, in the training ground.

Clark took Mike's hand, stared into a pair of blue eyes, and looked at everything around him curiously.

"Yo, little guy!"

A muscular man greeted Clark and said, "Do you like boxing?"

Saying that, he clenched his fists in front of him and hit them twice quickly.

Clark nodded and said, "I like it!"

Mike touched Clark's head and smiled.

"Ah!"

The boxer suddenly smiled contemptuously and said, "Then you have to do your best, boy! Don't look like your father; he looks like a girl!"

As soon as these words came out, Mike's eyes turned cold.

This kind of person hates it the most when they speak ill of their parents in front of their children.

But before he could speak, Clark loudly said in his childish voice, "My dad is handsome; you are a jerk. I can knock you over with one hand!"

Hearing Clark say that he is handsome, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

"Haha!" The burly man took a step forward, pointed to his face, and said, "Come on, little guy, try hitting me and let me show you what a man is!"

Clark looked up at Mike and said, "Dad, can I hit him?"

Mike strictly forbade him to hit people because he was afraid of hurting them.

"Ha ha!"

Mike chuckled, picked up Clark, and whispered in his ear: "Don't use all your strength. Use half, half, then a bit more half."

With the strength that Clark can lift a car now, hitting the man in the face will blow the opponent's head.

Walking towards the boxer, under the provocative gaze of the other party at Mike, Clark held his fleshy white and tender little hand and punched the other party's face with a small fist.

"Boom!"

A clear sound.

The man's face was violently deformed, and while two teeth were mixed with blood spurting out of his mouth, he leaned back and flew backwards.

Mike was stunned, but Clark cheered.

The man on the ground fainted, and the others on the training ground looked over curiously when they saw the commotion here.

Mike hugged Clark and shouted loudly, "Someone, come over here! Let's see what's going on with this person?

Why did he suddenly fly out?"

Everyone came over with strange expressions, but they did not think about the weak father and son and the boxer lying on the ground together.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Clark, and turned away, while whispering: "Didn't I ask you to be less powerful?"

Clark said aggrievedly: "I just used half, half, and a bit more half of my strength, as Dad said."

Mike looked strange and said, "Have you gained strength recently?"

Clark nodded and said, "It should be. I accidentally crushed my toy."

Thinking of Captain America, who was crushed by himself, Clark's eyes welled up, thinking about his toys that "died" in the sea of fire.

Mike coughed lightly and said, "I don't blame you, Clark."

"That man deserved it. He asked you to hit him."

"I'll take you to buy toys."

Clark's tears disappeared instantly, and he nodded happily.

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