In the blink of an eye, Logan had been working by Tony’s side for two years.
Over these two years, he had helped Tony block countless overt and covert attacks, earning Tony’s deep trust and receiving plenty of bonuses from him.
Although Logan’s net worth couldn’t compare to a billionaire’s, he still had savings of thirty million U.S.
dollars.
With food and clothing taken care of, no worries about his hobbies, and his abilities quietly improving in private, what else could he be dissatisfied with?
Even though he had killed Magneto and a rift had formed in his relationship with Charles, it didn’t affect Ororo and Jean’s interactions with him.
The only thing that made him somewhat depressed was that during this period, Raven had come to look for him once, wanting to assassinate him in bed, but ultimately didn’t make a move.
And that stranger’s call came again; this time Logan answered, only to discover that the caller was Emma.
As soon as this woman opened her mouth, she gave him a good scolding, belittling him as worthless, and then casually asked him out for dinner.
After cursing her as a lunatic, Logan hung up the phone.
Life was just like this—unpretentious and boring.
But Logan hadn’t forgotten that in another year, his employer was going to suffer, and then say that classic line that would lead to a series of subsequent stories: “I am Iron Man!”
He didn’t plan to stop it, but when the time came, he could at least save him from suffering a bit, for the sake of friendship and money.
The Wick couple next door was still the same as usual, but Logan noticed something unusual about Helen.
Once, taking advantage of the two of them walking the dog—yes, Logan kept a dog, a smoke-blue Blue Bay Shepherd named Ares (Ares of the Pantheon sneezed)— he subtly mentioned that Helen’s body had some issues, and John promptly took Helen for a checkup, thereby avoiding the worsening of her condition later on.
After that, John occasionally brought Helen over as a guest, and the relationship between the two gradually grew familiar.
Returning to Ares, this dog was raised by Logan a year ago, and it was only three months old when it first arrived home.
One of the main reasons why Logan was able to calm the inner demons generated by killing was also due to the presence of Ares, which made him rein in a lot of his hostility.
Therefore, he doted on Ares very much, giving it top-tier food, clothing, and expenses.
This little fellow also lived up to expectations, growing increasingly handsome as it grew older, and was once praised by a passing judge of a pet beauty contest for being able to win a prize.
Nowadays, Logan’s favorite thing to do was to ride his motorcycle and take the dog fishing or walking.
On this day, Logan was walking Ares and came to a park; he untied the leash to let it move around freely for a bit. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Boy, go ahead, don’t run too far.”
Rubbing the little fellow’s dog head, it ran off happily into the distance amidst a flattering whimpering sound.
Logan didn’t mind either; with his senses, he wouldn’t let Ares get lost, let alone that this little fellow was very obedient.
Just as he was lazily lying on the grass smoking a cigar, he heard a sharp and frightened scream.
“Anna!!”
Immediately followed by a few barks, he gave a start and sat up; that was Ares’s voice.
He hurriedly rushed to the place where the sound came from, and looking closely, saw that his Ares was pinning down a Husky and biting its neck.
Beside them, a woman with chestnut wavy long hair was tightly hugging a Golden Retriever and comforting it in a low voice.
Just as Logan was about to ask, a burly man rushed over angrily, raising his foot to kick Ares.
His face turned cold, and he didn’t indulge the other person either; reaching out, he grabbed the burly man’s collar and hauled him over, raising his hand amidst the other’s resistance to deliver a rear naked choke that left the other’s face and neck red.
“Pal, take it easy, let’s figure out what’s going on first.”
The burly man frantically patted Logan’s thick arm to signal surrender, and only after being released did he cough like crazy, looking at him with fear.
Logan waved his hand, and Ares immediately let go of the Husky, sticking out its tongue and running to its Master’s side; from its proudly held-up head, it wasn’t hard to tell that it seemed to be showing off something.
At this time, the chestnut-haired woman stood up, led the Golden Retriever over, and said to Logan with a grateful expression, “Thank you, if it weren’t for your dog, my Anna would have been hurt.”
Immediately afterwards, she changed her face instantly, venting her anger toward the burly man, “If you can’t control your dog, I can hire professionals to help you deal with it! Fuck, do you know it almost hurt my Anna?!”
Realizing he was in the wrong, plus having the obviously not-to-be-fucked-with Logan standing nearby, after apologizing, the burly man dejectedly took his Husky and left.
Logan watched this scene with a chuckle, not expecting that this woman, who had a pure and dainty face, could be so assertive.
Seeming to also realize that her actions just now were a bit inappropriate, the woman smiled apologetically, “Sorry, I made a fool of myself in front of you.”
Hearing this, a trace of goodwill arose in the woman’s heart toward Logan; of course, the hormones and sexual tension exuded by Logan’s appearance and physique also played a huge role.
“My name is Maggie, Maggie Murdock.”
“Logan, James Logan Howlett.”
The two shook hands, parting at the slightest touch.
Looking at the other’s height, which was only a head shorter than his own, coupled with that face resembling Anne Hathaway, Logan couldn’t help secretly pondering whether this was the protagonist of some past-life movie.
As they chatted, he also learned that the other worked in a coffee shop in Queens, and had a blind younger brother at home who needed care.
Blind, last name Murdock.
Logan’s expression was somewhat strange, and he couldn’t help probing, “Won’t that be too exhausting?”
“My brother is doing fine, and sometimes he doesn’t even need me to take care of him. He is currently planning to study law, getting ready to be a lawyer in the future.”
Maggie smiled, and for some reason, she felt very relaxed being with Logan.
The other person had a trustworthy feel to him, which made her involuntarily spill details about herself.
But there was one thing she didn’t dare reveal; this was a secret, or rather a flaw, that she tried hard to hide.
Maggie didn’t know that after she finished speaking, Logan had confirmed that her brother was the future Daredevil Matt Murdock.
Blind, last name Murdock, and going to be a lawyer—these buffs were simply maxed out.
Never expected that going out for a walk could actually lead to running into the future Daredevil’s sister.
But in his memory, did Daredevil have a sister?
And did she look so much like Anne Hathaway?
Could this be another stitched-in character and relationship?
But it didn’t matter; whoever was stitched in had nothing to do with him.
Looking at Maggie before him, Logan proposed the idea of going for a drink.
Maggie didn’t refuse this.
As for Ares and Anna, the two cross-breed dogs were huddled together sniffing each other, having a blast playing.