While Pierce was racking his brains, there was another group of people who were extremely anxious.
They were the mutants at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, led by the X-Men.
Cyclops had originally planned to kneel before Ye Bai and beg him to spare Professor X.
He had even prepared himself to exchange his own life for the professor’s.
The problem was that he couldn’t find Ye Bai.
They had gone to Ye Bai’s estate, only to find an empty mansion.
Even if Cyclops wanted to kneel, he didn’t have the opportunity.
This outcome nearly drove him crazy.
If they couldn’t find Ye Bai, Professor X wouldn’t last more than a few days.
By the time Ye Bai returned, Professor X’s funeral might already be over.
At this moment, Storm, who was one of the more thoughtful members of the X-Men, proposed a way to keep Professor X alive.
The plan was to use Rogue’s mutant ability to transfer Wolverine’s vitality into Professor X’s body.
Wolverine’s greatest ability was his incredible healing factor.
He was practically an immortal beast.
The plan really did work.
After receiving Wolverine’s vitality, Professor X’s condition improved considerably.
Although he remained unconscious, at least his physical condition was no longer deteriorating.
The only one suffering was Wolverine.
The Wolverine of the past had been a burly man, his muscular body radiating a rugged and intimidating aura.
One look at him was enough to know he wasn’t someone to mess with.
But now, Wolverine was listless and pale, looking as though every ounce of energy had been drained from him.
Whenever he looked at the seemingly harmless Rogue, his eyes were filled with fear and rejection.
And when he thought about how this might continue for some time, Wolverine even felt like jumping out of a window.
Never before had Wolverine desperately hoped for Cyclops to succeed.
He even wanted to find Ye Bai himself, throw himself to the ground, and beg him to stop whatever curse he had placed on Professor X.
Otherwise, if this continued, Professor X might not be the one to die.
Wolverine might be turned into a dried-up husk by Rogue first.
Naturally, Ye Bai knew nothing about what was happening at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.
He hadn’t even paid much attention to Professor X’s condition.
After punishing that old pervert with black magic, Ye Bai had simply stopped caring.
If Professor X died, then so be it.
Ye Bai didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry for him.
If he survived, that was fine too.
That was fine as long as he didn’t come looking for trouble again.
At this moment, Ye Bai and Hela were lying on the yacht’s deck, eagerly waiting to see land.
This was already the third day of their yacht trip.
If he had to sum it up in one sentence, it was simply too boring.
Looking at the endless ocean stretching in every direction, Ye Bai deeply felt that taking a yacht out to sea for a long-distance trip had been a stupid idea.
One day was fine.
By the second day, he was already getting tired of it.
In reality, yachts weren’t really designed for long-distance travel.
A yacht was essentially a party platform.
That was also why wealthy Americans rarely bought yachts purely for travel.
The cost-to-benefit ratio was terrible, and the travel experience was poor.
Yachts were generally used for parties or fishing trips.
If you actually wanted to travel, you were better off taking a plane.
That was one reason there were so many private jets in the United States.
Ye Bai was even considering buying a private jet.
After all, money wasn’t a concern for him anymore.
Finally, after three incredibly boring days at sea, Ye Bai and Hela arrived at their private harbor in the City of Angels.
More than a dozen people were already waiting at the harbor.
They were all members of the housekeeping staff Ye Bai had hired to take care of his daily needs.
That was what enjoying life was supposed to look like.
Otherwise, if he had to do everything himself, what kind of billionaire would he be?
“Sir, the car is ready.
Would you like to return directly to the villa?”
As soon as Ye Bai and Hela got out, a gentlemanly older man walked over, bowed to Ye Bai, and asked.
“Let’s go.
We’ll return home first and decide what to do afterward.”
Ye Bai had already grown accustomed to this kind of treatment.
He answered casually, then took Hela’s hand and walked into a stretched Rolls-Royce.
Although Ye Bai had received a socialist education before transmigrating, he had to admit that capitalism did have its advantages.
For the extremely wealthy, it was certainly more convenient and made it easier to enjoy life.
There were countless things they didn’t need to worry about personally.
A whole team would naturally arrange everything for them.
All they had to do was relax and enjoy themselves.
After three consecutive days of traveling, Hela was also somewhat tired.
She leaned against Ye Bai’s shoulder and closed her eyes to rest.
What?
You’re saying Hela was the Goddess of Death, so how could traveling possibly make her tired?
Well, that depended on who she was traveling with.
There was nothing to do on the yacht, so Ye Bai naturally had to find some entertainment.
Unfortunately for Hela, she didn’t even have anywhere to run.
After three days of that, how could Hela possibly not be exhausted?
The stretched Rolls-Royce soon stopped in front of a luxurious villa in Beverly Hills.
Ye Bai didn’t let his housekeeping team follow them inside and dismissed them.
Only then did he support Hela, whose legs were still somewhat weak, as they slowly walked into the luxurious villa.
Before they even entered, Ye Bai slightly frowned.
He could hear the sound of human breathing coming from inside his villa.
Someone had broken in?
Ye Bai thought to himself, and immediately became somewhat angry.
This was his house.
His private property.
He wanted to see who had the nerve to break into it.
After all, the United States had castle doctrine laws.
If someone illegally broke into his villa, Ye Bai could potentially shoot them without facing criminal liability, depending on the circumstances.
Meanwhile, inside the villa, Bruce Banner was fast asleep.
Ever since arriving at this luxurious villa, Bruce Banner had been living quite comfortably.
He didn’t have to worry about being hunted because no one would casually break into a mansion like this.
The only thing he needed to worry about was when the owner of the villa would return.
Hopefully, the owner would never come back.
That was what Bruce Banner hoped.
Suddenly, the sleeping Bruce Banner’s eyelids twitched, and he woke up.
His experiences over the past few days had made him far more vigilant than before, to the point that he could remain alert even while sleeping.
When he heard movement coming from the first floor, Bruce Banner’s first thought was that someone had broken in.
But after thinking about it for a moment, he realized something.
Wasn’t he the intruder?
So that possibility was quickly dismissed.
That left only one answer.
The owner of the mansion had returned.
The moment he realized this, Bruce Banner woke up completely and immediately began thinking about an escape route.
In the United States, if he wasn’t fast enough, there was a real possibility that the homeowner could shoot him.
And if he were shot inside this house, he might very well die for nothing.