Chapter 11: Logan

Clark dragged the hammer, and looked at Logan, with a stern look, looking cute.

Logan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

This child ... is a mutant!

Ordinary children absolutely cannot hold that hammer like that.

His gaze could not help but soften, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark was alerted by this as he stepped backward warily and said: "Perverted thief! What do you want! Why are you looking at me like that? you thinking something bad in mind?"

Logan's face stiffened and he said, "I'm not a pervert!"

Clark raised the hammer in his hand, glared at Logan, and said, "My dad says that people who don't wear clothes and shows their hairy.. big caterpillars in front of children are perverts!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, Logan spat: "What did your dad teach you? Is his brain sick?"

"Do not say anything bad about my father! You perverted thief!"

Clark held up the hammer, with his short legs and once again rushed to Logan.

"HAAH!!"

Clark yelled.

Logan looked at Clark amusedly. After turning to avoid him, he looked at the big hole in the wall, his mouth twitching frantically.

*Spat*

Clark spit out the ash from his mouth and shouted to Logan: "If you have the ability, don't hide!"

"Haha!"

Logan was so amused by Clark's appearance that he burst out laughing.

Just then, Mike, who had come home, heard the commotion in the warehouse and pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see a butt-naked man grinning at his son.

What the...a pervert?

Anger burned in Mike's heart, and immediately attacked, when the man heard the commotion and turned around quickly, a flying kick landed right on his chest, sending him flying.

Logan fell to the ground, grinning, his hands clenched.

Clark held the hammer and ran over to his dad, Mike held Clark in his arms, and took Clark's hammer in his hand. With a wave of the hammer in his hand, it pressed against the chest of the man who wanted to get up.

Logan paused and looked at Mike helplessly: "Man, believe me, this is not what you think, I am not a bad person."

Mike looked at the other side of the face, under the eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible doubt, and then said: "Name."

Logan said faintly: "Logan."

Sure enough, it was Wolverine.

Mike groaned and said, "It seems that you have encountered something bad."

Logan gave a bitter laugh: "Incredibly bad."

"Damn it ..."

Thinking about what happened to him during this time, Logan could not help but cursed in a low voice.

Mike picked up the hammer to the side and said, "Get up."

Clark whispered to Mike: "Dad, he's not a thief?"

Mike patted Clark's head and smiled, "Shouldn't be a thief."

Hearing this, Logan nodded, how could he be a thief?

"At most, he's a pervert!"

The smile that Logan had just put on his face froze.

"Haha!"

Mike laughed happily.

He walked out of the warehouse and said, "If you don't mind, I have some old clothes that I can lend you to wear."

Logan was moved and at the same time somewhat puzzled.

He walked to the door of the warehouse and was about to walk out, when he felt his crotch go cold, he stepped back and shouted at Mike: "Man, first get me a pair of pants!"

Half an hour later...

Logan took a shower and changed into Mike's clothes before walking out of the bathroom.

"Yeah!, That's so refreshing".

Mike smiled at Logan, and Clark nodded like a small adult, then said in a curious voice, "Dad, is he still a pervert but just has his clothes on?"

Logan showed his teeth to Clark and made a fierce face, grabbed Clark and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll eat you!"

Clark clenched his fist and said, "I'm not afraid!"

"Ah!"

Logan growled in a fake vicious way but Clark just laughed out loud instead.

"Clark, you can just call him Uncle Logan."

Clark answered and said, "Uncle."

Logan grinned, and rubbed Clark's head and said, "That's the only happy thing that happened to me this day"

"There's more fun to come later."

Logan's eyes lit up in anticipation..

An hour later...

Logan crouched expressionlessly outside Mike's warehouse, holding tools to fix up the hole Clark made.

His expectation was paid wrong...

He sighed, looked at Clark squatting beside himself, said: "You want to help me? Kid?"

Clark shook his head and said, "My dad asked me to see if you're doing you're job well"

"Didn't you knock that up?"Logan snapped.

Clark nodded embarrassedly and looked at the ground and said, "Yeah, so my dad wants to let me see my own impulsive actions and the trouble it can brings to others. He said that think carefully before doing things in the future."

Logan was stunned, touched Clark's head and said, "You have a good father, what else did your father say?"

Clark thought about it and said, "He said that finish that quickly!"

Logan cursed in his heart, and had the urge to give Mike a few strokes of his sharp claws then turned his head to Clark and said, "I take back what I just said, your dad is an asshole!"

muttering curses from time to time, Logan continued to fix up the wall.

In the evening, when Logan fixed the wall, carrying tools back to Mike's house, but after seeing the table full of dishes, felt that this afternoon's work was not in vain.

"It looks delicious!"

Logan complimented as he sat down.

"My dad cooks delicious food!"

Clark he lifted his chin as if proud of his father.

Mike laughed, gently patted Clark's head, and said, "Eat!"

A few moments later, full of wine and food, Logan picked his teeth, looked at Clark and said, "Your kid is a mutant?"

"No, he's just a little strong."

Mike said vaguely.

Logan didn't press the issue and asked rhetorically, "What about you?"

"I'm not."

"You ..."

"Logan."

Interrupting the Logan's words, Mike smiled and said, "Can I ask what kind of trouble you're in?"

Logan was silent, remembering his own experience, opened his mouth but could not say, Mike shrugged and said, "I see."