“The first two times I called you, I just wanted to talk to you about this.” Emma glanced at him irritably, “And look at you, the first time you hung up on me directly, and the second time you actually answered, but when I tried to ask you out to talk about it, you hung up right away.”
Logan gave an awkward cough, his mind couldn’t help but wonder if this matter with the Red Devil had anything to do with him hunting down the remnants of the Mutant Brotherhood?
Feeling increasingly guilty the more he thought about it, he suddenly became righteous, “Who knew it was you? I never answer strange phone calls; what if it was an insurance salesperson?”
Emma was amused to the point of laughter by him and rolled her eyes, “Cut the chatter. I’m asking you, will you help or not?”
Logan didn’t answer immediately, leaning back against the sofa while his fingertips gently tapped the armrest as he quickly calculated in his mind.
The teleportation ability of the Red Devil had quite high potential.
Although it couldn’t be considered Omega-level, it was still solid Alpha-level potential.
If he could absorb this ability, it would be much too convenient in the future whether running away or launching sneak attacks.
Not to mention that this fellow delivered himself to his doorstep and was an evildoer to boot; killing him wouldn’t bring any psychological burden.
Besides, speaking of which, Emma could somehow be counted as one of his ex-girlfriends; she was pretty, wealthy, and their past relationship wasn’t bad either.
Since she had come to his doorstep for help, he couldn’t really stand by and watch her die.
“It’s not that I won’t help.” Logan spoke leisurely, raising his eyes to look at Emma with a smile curving at the corner of his lips, “But I can’t help for nothing, right?”
Emma raised an eyebrow, “What do you want? Money?”
“Vulgar.” Logan scoffed, flicking his ash, “I’m not lacking money right now. How about this, once the matter is resolved, you accompany me for meals for a month, how does that sound?”
Emma was stunned for a moment before reacting, her face flushing slightly as she grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and hurled it at him, “Logan! Have you no shame!”
“I’m joking.” Logan caught the pillow with a smile, “Rest assured, for the sake of old acquaintances, I’ll take care of this matter. As for the Red Devil, he’s not such a difficult character to deal with.”
Emma glared at him, but inwardly breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The reason she came to find Logan was firstly because she knew this fellow had great abilities, and secondly because she trusted him to keep his mouth shut.
The Red Devil’s teleportation ability was too tricky.
Although her own telepathy was not weak, the opponent was elusive and impossible for her to guard against.
Only a fellow like Logan with strong healing abilities and keen senses could keep him in check.
“He made an appointment to meet me tomorrow night at an abandoned warehouse by the dock.” Emma put away her playful thoughts and said solemnly, “He said we’d discuss the terms face to face, and it didn’t matter how many people I brought; he comes and goes as he pleases.”
“Quite arrogant.” Logan smiled, a trace of cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes, “Alright, I’ll go with you tomorrow. You deal with him head-on while I hide in the dark. Wait for my signal then, and we’ll catch him in our trap.”
Emma nodded, but still felt a bit uneasy, “His teleportation is very fast, are you sure you can keep him here? In case he gets away, the trouble in the future will be huge.” This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
“He won’t escape.” Logan said with certainty, “As long as he dares to show up, I have a way to make sure he can’t leave.”
He knew it clearly in his heart.
Going head-to-head, if the Red Devil wanted to run, he really couldn’t be stopped, but he had mental illusion abilities.
As long as he took advantage of the opponent’s inattention to quietly launch a psychic intrusion, interfering with his perception and teleportation coordinates, by then this fellow would be meat on the chopping board, to be sliced however he wanted.
Of course, he didn’t tell Emma this.
When it comes to abilities, it’s better to keep some hidden.
The two discussed the details a bit more, and then Emma stood up to take her leave.
When she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped, looked back at Logan, and spoke with a somewhat complicated tone, “Thanks, Logan.”
“There’s no need for thanks.” Logan leaned against the wall, smiling mischievously, “If you really want to thank me, buy me a bottle of good wine later, 1982 Lafite.”
Emma rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with him, and walked away in her high heels without looking back.
Closing the door, the smile on Logan’s face faded a bit.
He walked to the window, watched Emma’s car drive away, and gently rubbed his chin with his fingertips.
Red Devil…
teleportation ability…
He licked his lips, a trace of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
This wave was a massive profit.
The next night, at the abandoned warehouse by the dock.
The night was heavy, and the sea breeze blew past with a salty, fishy smell, whipping up waste paper and dust on the ground.
Inside the warehouse, there was only a rickety chandelier, its dim yellow light flickering on and off, illuminating the floor covered everywhere with abandoned containers and rusty steel bars.
Emma was wearing a black tight-fitting leather outfit, standing in the center of the warehouse with her platinum long hair draped down, carrying a fierce edge amidst her cold beauty.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, her face expressionless, while her eyes quietly scanned her surroundings.
Accompanied by a soft sound of “puf”, a red figure appeared without warning on the crossbeam of the warehouse.
That person had crimson skin, pointed ears, fangs, and dragged a pointed tail behind him—it was precisely the Red Devil Azazel.
Squatting on the crossbeam, his yellow slit pupils stared at Emma below, letting out a hoarse, weird laugh.
“Miss Frost, you are very punctual. Did you bring the money?”
Emma raised her head and sneered, “Azazel, we are all old acquaintances here, is playing this trick meaningful? Just with that little bit of stuff in your hands, you think you can threaten me?”
“Whether it’s useful or not, won’t we know after trying?” The Red Devil’s figure flickered, instantly appearing three meters away in front of Emma, his tail gently swaying as he spoke in a sinister tone, “Magneto is dead, the Brotherhood has dispersed, and Charles and his bunch are hypocritical. Mutant life isn’t having it easy right now, Miss Frost, you are immensely wealthy, isn’t it only right to relieve an old friend?”
“Relieve?” Emma scoffed, “You think you deserve it?”
“Emma Frost, don’t be ungrateful! Do you really think I wouldn’t dare touch you? Believe it or not, I’ll expose all your dirty deeds right now and kill your company’s shareholders one by one? I want to see if your empire can still hold up!”
His figure flickered left and right, constantly teleporting within the warehouse and leaving behind streaks of red afterimages, full of oppressive pressure.
Emma’s heart tightened slightly, but she didn’t show it at all on the surface, still maintaining a cold face as she parried with him.
She was waiting, waiting for Logan to make a move.
But the surroundings were dead silent, not even half a person’s shadow was in sight.
This fellow…
wouldn’t stand me up, would he?
Emma couldn’t help murmuring to herself in her heart.
Just as the Red Devil teleported behind her again and reached out to grab her shoulder, a sudden change occurred.
An invisible psychic force silently spread out, like a fine spider web, instantly enveloping the entire warehouse.
The Red Devil’s movements paused abruptly.
He only felt a wave of dizziness in his head, and the scene before his eyes suddenly became blurry and distorted.
Clearly the previous second Emma was still right in front, but the next second countless figures of Emma appeared before his eyes, filling all directions.
He wanted to initiate teleportation, but his sense of coordinates in his brain had turned into a mess of paste, completely unable to distinguish north, south, east, or west.
“Who?!”
He roared harshly, his tail tensing up fiercely, his yellow pupils filled with shock and anger.
At this exact moment of his trance, a sharp sound of breaking wind assailed him from his left side.