Reborn with Steve Stand

A few minutes later, Logan stumbled into the train station.

The flying speed earlier was simply outrageous. Even he couldn't withstand it. His stomach now felt like it was churning violently.

If it weren't for saving face...

Logan would have rushed to the restroom to throw up his breakfast.

"I know your daughter is a mutant."

To ease the awkwardness, Logan pretended to be calm and casually brought up a topic: "But I didn't expect her to be so young and already so powerful... I guess she isn't just fast at flying?"

"Oh, indeed."

Holding Xiao Mo tightly, Fang Mo looked around: "Let me put it this way, you see this train station? It would only take one breath of her dragon fire."

"... Alright."

Logan took a deep look at the little girl in Fang Mo's arms and then began to search for Rogue: "Okay, we've reached the train station. Let's find her. You look around, and I'll ask the vendors."

Saying this, Logan turned and started towards the ticket counter.

But the next second, Fang Mo suddenly pulled him back.

"Hey, no need to go through the trouble."

Fang Mo smiled and then glanced at the ground: "We have a secret weapon here. Look, just rely on him..."

"What?"

Logan also glanced at the ground.

He saw a small, shabby dog named Cheems with a baseball bat on its back.

"... Woof?"

Cheems, noticing their gaze, instinctively shrank back, a confused and timid expression appearing on its canine face.

"Go on, dog, show your beast instincts!"

Fang Mo said, pulling out a black and white sheriff's hat from somewhere and plopping it onto Cheems' head: "Now you're a police dog, you can bite any black guy on the spot..."

"... Woof?"

Cheems seemed to freeze at those words.

"What, still not enough?"

Fang Mo raised an eyebrow, pulling out a small cape with a black swastika symbol and slapped it onto Cheems' back: "Now you can even bite Jews, throw the black ones into the sea, burn the white ones in the furnace, and perform an ice-fire exorcism..."

"..."

Cheems said nothing, despairingly covering its face with its paws.

"What kind of ice-fire exorcism is that..." Logan couldn't help but interject: "Can you stop with the racist jokes? How would you feel if someone made those jokes about you?"

"I wouldn't be happy at all!"

Fang Mo shrugged, then declared righteously: "So I would choose to exterminate their race immediately to prevent them from being racist against me!"

"You..."

"If I kill until there's only one race left in the world, then there will be no more racism!"

Before Logan could say more, Fang Mo cut him off with a smile: "When that happens, I'll become a saint... oh, I forgot, I'm already Jesus, no need to become a saint. I'll reward everyone in heaven with the same treatment as me, everyone nailed to the cross..."

"Is that heaven or hell!?"

Logan shouted: "What did black people and Jews ever do to you, why do you hate them so much?"

"If you read the Bible more, you wouldn't ask such stupid questions."

Fang Mo spread his hands: "When Jews did that to Je... to me, they should have known this day would come. By the way, if you don't know how disgusting Jews are, let me educate you: Bobby, the CEO of Blizzard, is a Jew, understand?"

"I..."

Before Logan could respond, Fang Mo continued smugly.

"Hey, I've already thought of my poetic name."

Fang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, starting to recite: "Hmm, let's write it this way, 'Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night, smoke billows outside the barracks, overturning heaven and earth from now on, tall white sugarcane in the plantation...'"

"Wait, stop..."

"The evil gambling ghost says kill, the drug addict ghost says kill, the boxing ghost says kill, the sensationalist ghost says kill, Japanese capital officials, I kill, kill, kill!"

"Damn it! I told you to wait..."

Fang Mo ignored Logan, continuing his 'epic' recitation: "Beaten, planting cotton, eating watermelon, diligent and powerful, praised by thousands, black ghosts are not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers. The old slaves enter the earth, flowers sprout, both farming tools and fertilizer..."

Before Fang Mo could finish his poem, a hand suddenly covered his mouth.

"Are you crazy, do you want to die?"

Logan grabbed Fang Mo's collar with his left hand, covering his mouth with his right, not letting go despite Fang Mo's protests: "Please, act normally, okay?"

"Damn it! Be gentle!"

Fang Mo suddenly shook his head vigorously and gagged, saying, "You're about to shove your hand down my throat!"

"Can you stop talking then?" Logan loosened his grip slightly and asked.

"No, even if I'm telling hell jokes, you can't shove your hand down my throat." Fang Mo slapped Logan's hand away, looking displeased. "Can't you be like other adult men and grab something else?"

"You better not let me hear any vulgar words." Logan frowned. "It's one thing to disrespect Black people and Jews, but at least respect women... I hate guys who disrespect women."

"Oh, don't worry." Fang Mo shook his head and then patted Logan's shoulder, smiling. "I just wanted you to grab a 1."

"...Not even men." Logan replied.

"Huh???" Fang Mo was stunned, wiping his face in despair. "Great, now even if I grab a 1 with Jesus, I'll have to lose virtue points..."

"Enough, just calm down." Logan couldn't hold it anymore and turned to walk towards the ticket counter. "Let's find the person first. If you want to mess around, I'll join you back home."

Seeing that Logan wouldn't play along anymore, Fang Mo decided to drop it and signaled to the little Cheems with his eyes.

"...Woof." Little Cheems looked miserable. He knew he couldn't escape today, so he lowered his head and tentatively started using his sense of smell.

To be honest, Fang Mo wasn't sure how strong a Shiba Inu's sense of smell was. However, little Cheems was more of a conceptual entity representing a 'grotesque image' and couldn't really be compared to an actual Shiba Inu.

After a while, little Cheems suddenly looked in a certain direction.

"Woof!" He barked twice and pointed with a front paw towards the distant train number three.

"Oh, let's go then." Fang Mo nodded and walked towards train number three, carrying little Mo Mo in one arm. He had only taken two steps when a station staff member noticed him and politely approached, saying, "Excuse me, sir, we don't allow dogs here..."

Before the staff could finish speaking, Fang Mo casually handed over a handful of gold particles.

"Sorry to bother you, sir." The staff's attitude changed instantly. "May I ask... do you need us to set aside a special compartment for you?"

"I'm here to find someone," Fang Mo replied casually.

"Looking for someone?" The staff quickly responded. "Would you like our help? Maybe you can describe the person..."

"No need." Fang Mo said again.

"Sorry for bothering you then." The staff, understanding the situation, quickly left.

Just then, Logan came over with a train ticket. "They said Rogue might be on train number three. What were you talking to that person about?"

"He told me to find a place to throw you out," Fang Mo shrugged. "Because flammable and explosive items aren't allowed on the train."

"I'm not a Jew, why would I be flammable..." Logan started to say reflexively, but then realized something was wrong and cursed, "Damn it... you got me again!!!"

"Haha, it's got to be you," Fang Mo laughed in response.

In short, as the two talked, they quickly entered Car No. 3 of the train.

At this moment, there weren't many people in the carriage. Fang Mo and Logan walked around a bit and soon found the cautious Rogue sitting there. She was wearing a large dark green hood and was bundled up, looking very out of place with everything around her.

"Rogue?"

Logan tentatively called out.

Rogue visibly tensed, but when she looked up and saw that it was Fang Mo and Logan, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

Seeing no one else around, Logan sat down directly next to Rogue.

Fang Mo, seeing this, also sat down opposite Rogue with his dog.

"About last night, I'm very sorry." After sitting down, Logan quickly spoke to Rogue beside him, "I had a terrible nightmare, so..."

"I'm the one who should apologize."

Rogue lowered her head, feeling a bit guilty as well, "I almost killed you."

"Don't worry, Jesus is watching over me." Logan pointed to Fang Mo beside him and said, "I think I won't die that easily... But what about you, are you planning to wander around again?"

"What else can I do?"

Hearing this, Rogue bit her lip, "I heard that Professor X is very angry."

"He's angry?" Logan was taken aback and instinctively exchanged a glance with Fang Mo, obviously puzzled, "Who told you that?"

"A boy at the academy."

At this point, Rogue seemed to recall something, instantly looking as if she was about to cry. She helplessly looked up at Logan beside her, "Are you here to take me back?"

"I won't force you to go back."

Logan turned his head to look out the window and said, "This is something you have to decide for yourself..."

"You know what?"

Perhaps it was because she heard Logan wasn't here to take her back, Rogue pondered for a moment and finally couldn't help but open up, "The first boy who kissed me was in a coma for over twenty days. I will never forget that scene, and of course, there was you..."

"I just wanted to say a few words to you."

"I was so scared at the time, and I didn't know what would happen to me in the future, I..."

At this point, Rogue couldn't hold back anymore. She tried desperately to look up to control her tears, but it was useless.

Because in the next moment.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I never wanted to hurt anyone, really." Rogue clutched her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white, "I want to go home, but where is my home now? They look at me like I'm a monster..."

"What did I do wrong...

"Why, why does it have to be me..."

Rogue's words were choked with sobs, "Do you know how much I envy other kids being able to get a hug? Everyone looks at me as if I'm a plague. I can never touch anyone in my life, family, friends, lovers, I can only watch them..."

"Watch them leave me..."

"..."

Logan looked at the helpless, crying child in front of him and silently raised his hand, pulling her into his arms.

As mentioned earlier, Rogue had wrapped herself up very tightly, so this hug did not drain Logan's energy. He patted her back gently, like a father comforting his child. When her emotions calmed down a bit, he slowly began to speak.

"I know a lot of people are afraid of mutants, afraid of us. They use all kinds of means to drive us away, to reject us, but Professor X is different."

Logan, through the hood, gently stroked Rogue's head to comfort her, "He is genuinely helping us. It's rare to have someone in this cold world who cares about people as miserable as we are. By the way, I heard Professor X mention yesterday that when he first awakened his mutant abilities, he suffered a lot. He could hear everyone's thoughts all the time, and it almost drove him mad."

"Rogue, he truly empathizes with us."

Logan carefully chose his words, "I don't know who told you this... but Professor X wouldn't be angry over something like this."

At this point, Logan also signaled to Fang Mo across from him with his eyes.

The meaning was clear, he wanted Fang Mo to say something as well.

"Yes, Charles has a very good temper." Fang Mo, understanding the cue, immediately chimed in, "When he was young, I almost gave him a concussion with a stick twice, and he didn't even get mad at me... Where else can you find such a good person?"

"Huh?"

Rogue was a bit surprised to hear this, "Really? Professor X didn't get mad?"

"Yes..." Logan gave Fang Mo a helpless look, signaling him to stop, then turned back to Rogue, "So, will you give them another chance? And give yourself another chance as well."

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Rogue hesitated. After all, who would want to wander?

"I'll take care of you." Seeing Rogue's softened attitude, Logan pressed on, "I can promise that."

"Alright then..."

Hearing this, Rogue seemed finally moved and was about to agree.

But to everyone's surprise, at this critical moment, the entire train suddenly jolted violently, followed by a terrifying sound of metal tearing, as if something was trying to rip the entire carriage in half.

~~~

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