The reason Logan applied to be Tony’s bodyguard was naturally because of money; could it possibly be because he wanted to be a superhero?
Build a good relationship with the future Iron Man?
You’ve got to be kidding.
Even if he changed Worlds, he only wanted to lie flat.
Fighting and killing, saving the World and such things—isn’t it better to leave them to those responsible superheroes?
Besides, although his abilities weren’t weak, they weren’t all that strong either.
His health-lock cheat (super-healing factor) was powerful, but at most he could only fight the likes of Captain America or Hawkeye; he might not even be able to beat the Hulk, let alone the likes of Thanos or Galactus.
Therefore, peace of mind in lying flat—sayings like “with great power comes great responsibility” were just meant to fool those hot-blooded youngsters.
His thought was, if the sky falls, the tall guys will hold it up anyway.
As for himself, he might as well just be someone who muddled along waiting to die.
Wait a minute, normally speaking, he probably wouldn’t even wait until he died, right?
Think about how the original body was born in 1832 and had lived for 173 years.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated; sometimes being able to live wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
But anyway, since he had money now, he should enjoy himself.
Consequently, Logan stockpiled a bunch of whiskey and cigars, bought an ice maker, a coffee machine, a television, a washing machine, and all sorts of other machines, spending roughly a third of his money.
At least his home wasn’t completely empty anymore, which also allowed him to peacefully sink into the most comfortable deep sleep he’d had since crossing over, right on his newly bought bed.
The next day, Logan came to work at Stark Tower without wearing that standard-issue black-sunglasses bodyguard suit.
He wore a flight jacket on his upper body, with a bulging white tank top underneath stretched tight by his muscles.
Around his neck hung a necklace; looking closely at the pendant, one would find it consisted of two dog tags, engraved with the original body’s enlistment dates and names for World War I and World War II.
On his lower body were a pair of black cargo pants, and on his feet were a pair of black combat boots.
With a look like this, he resembled a retired soldier much more than a bodyguard.
Regarding Logan’s fashion sense, Tony merely curled his lips, forcibly suppressing the urge to complain, and could only comfort himself by thinking that capable people all had such eccentric personalities.
‒Boss, if you want to complain, just complain; don’t hold your words back.
It’s easy to bottle up internal injuries.‒
Logan didn’t care what others said; as long as he was comfortable himself, that was all that mattered.
Hearing this, Tony rolled his eyes.
‒You guy really are carefree.
Do you know that if you wore this outfit to those private cocktail parties or high-end banquets, people would stop you as an intruder?‒
Logan shrugged with an indifferent expression.
‒Aren’t you here, Boss?
If I follow you, where can’t I get in?‒
Tony rubbed his face, unable to help comforting himself.
Even though this guy looked a bit like a scoundrel, he couldn’t deny that he had genuine skills.
Logan didn’t waste words either; he would make Tony understand what getting more than what you paid for meant.
Therefore, over the next month, he cleared three kidnappings and two assassinations for Tony.
Each resolution happened almost in the blink of an eye.
Anyway, even injuries from a nuclear bomb were things he could recover from; ordinary firearms weren’t even worth glancing at in his eyes.
Coupled with the combat skills the original body had honed from warfare, dealing with these ordinary people was simply too easy.
After this month, Tony had to admit that he had indeed struck gold.
Although this guy’s personality was overly free and lazy, as long as his core duties were fulfilled, everything else didn’t matter.
Furthermore, he had to admit that he actually quite liked this guy.
Because past bodyguards had always been utterly respectful to him, even overly flattering and pretentious.
But Logan was different.
This guy was so casual that sometimes he didn’t treat Tony as his employer at all, acting more like friends bantering and getting along naturally.
For Tony, who didn’t have many friends, this was very rare and precious.
If Logan knew what Tony was thinking, he would only say, everyone was born of parents, why wrong oneself just to please others?
Just like that, Logan began a vastly leisurely life.
When there was work, he stayed by Tony’s side; when there was no work, he rode his motorcycle around, or occasionally fished.
Of course, cigarettes and alcohol never left his hands, but anyway, with his super-healing factor, it was hard for him to get sick anyway.
However, this peaceful life did not last long before it was shattered by the arrival of a certain person.
On this day, Logan packed up his empty fishing gear, rode his motorcycle back home, greeted Mr.
and Mrs.
John, parked his bike, and as he walked up to his front door, his footsteps paused.
Beast-level sharp senses told him there was someone inside the house.
He lightly pressed against the door, strained his ear to listen to the movement inside, cautiously inserted the key, and gently turned the doorknob.
As the door was pushed open, a figure sitting upright in the living room came into view, causing his originally tense body to relax.
He lit a cigar, leisurely walked over to sit on the sofa opposite the visitor, and said lazily, ‒Isn’t this Jean?
Tell me, what business do you have coming to find me?‒
‒Can’t I come to see you just because I have nothing better to do?‒
Jean Grey, with her long wine-red hair and stunning appearance, wore a smile on her face.
‒Do you believe those words?‒
Logan curled his lip.
According to the original body’s memories, whenever Jean Grey came looking for him, nothing good ever came of it.
The original body was also a fool, getting scammed so many times yet still taking pleasure in it.
Jean Grey wasn’t awkward at all, keeping a smile on her face.
‒Shouldn’t you ask me what I’d like to drink?‒
Logan forcibly suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and said indifferently, ‒Coffee, alcohol, what do you want to drink?
There’s no milk at home, and no juice either.‒
‒James, you’ve changed.‒
Jean Grey carefully scrutinized Logan for a moment, then sighed, ‒In the past, you would only ask what happened.‒
‒You said it yourself, that was in the past.‒
Logan exhaled a puff of smoke, grinned to reveal his wolf-like sharp teeth, ‒I have a proper job now, why would I go out of my way to do those thankless things?‒
Jean Grey stared at him quietly for a moment.
After confirming his attitude, the smile on her face faded as she slowly stood up.
‒Alright, I won’t come to disturb you anymore in the future.‒
‒Be my guest.‒
Logan didn’t care in the least.
The original body’s relationships weren’t his relationships; why should he care?
He was Luo Xiu, not Logan; inheriting the original owner’s body didn’t mean he also had to inherit the original owner’s relationships.
Jean Grey left, returning to Xaviers School.
Ororo, with her flowing silver hair and dark skin that couldn’t conceal her stunning beauty, walked towards her with a hint of anticipation on her face.
‒How was it, did he come?‒
As she spoke, she looked past Jean’s back, but didn’t see any other figure.
‒He refused.‒
Jean shook her head.
‒It seems we can only rely on ourselves for this matter.‒
Ororo wore a look of disappointment, bit her lip, and after a moment of silence, as if she had made up her mind, said, ‒I’ll go find him!‒
Jean looked utterly astonished.
‒Aren’t you…‒
‒We can’t just watch those students get dissected as lab rats!‒