American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

Chapter 78 Your beard is pretty good.

"Hey, kid over there!" The bearded man strode toward Jon and said casually, "You have vision problems."

"What's the problem?" Jon stood with his arms crossed, his tone extremely cold.

"The problem is... you know me." The bearded man stared intently into Jon's eyes, pressing, "Have we met before?"

"Don't even think about lying. I've lived too long; I can see through lies in an instant. Don't blame me for beating you up later."

To be honest, given the situation, Jon naturally recognized him.

That disheveled aura, that extremely irritable temper, and that metal skeleton that can't pass security checks—isn't that Wolverine?

But he wasn't going to admit it, because it was a complicated matter, and he didn't want to waste his breath on strangers.

"Heh." Jon smirked, "What nonsense are you spouting? Stay away from me, you vagrant."

"Kid, I'm asking you one last time." Logan's voice turned cold, his face hardening. "Confess honestly, and I'll let you go."

In Logan's mind, nothing was more important than knowing what happened in the past.

There's a saying that goes, "A person without memory is no different from a dead person," and Logan is a case in point.

The Walking Dead.

"What else can we do?"

Jon Snow's eyes held a defiant glint as he leaned down slightly to whisper in the other's ear, "Want to give it a try? Hmm? Wolverine?"

Before transmigrating, he actually quite liked the character, but he didn't expect the real person to be so annoying.

Seeing is believing.

"You bastard!"

Logan gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they turned white. He desperately wanted to use his steel claws to interrogate this guy!

But this happened in public. The situation of mutants is already not good, and if he acts impulsively, the situation will be even worse.

A cold glint flashed in Jon's scarlet eyes. He was already annoyed, and this fool just had to come looking for trouble.

In his old days, he would have had Platinum Star deal with Logan the moment he started swearing.

It's not too late now!

Just as the two were about to make their move, an old voice interrupted.

"Logan, stop."

Professor X, seated in a wheelchair, slowly approached, his fingers lightly pressing his temples.

As he spoke, everyone in the airport except the three of them fell silent.

"Oh?" Jon squinted at the old man, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Old man, you didn't even invade my brain."

"A wise choice."

He was not bluffing; as a Stand user, Star of Gold was the embodiment of his spirit.

If Professor X had dared to use his abilities to peer into his mind, that old geezer would have been in for a beating in the mental world.

Although the other party was a centenarian, Jon had no psychological burden whatsoever.

"I know you."

Professor X tilted his head back slightly, raised it with difficulty, and revealed a gentle smile.

"That includes you, Jon Yowick, of course."

"I know you too, Professor X, the most powerful telepath in the world."

Jon frowned, watching the elderly Professor X struggle to lift his head and force a smile.

In an instant, Professor X's image overlapped with Joseph's hunched back in his memory.

"Ugh."

After hesitating for a moment, out of respect for this highly respected elder, he took a few steps back so that Professor X wouldn't have to raise his head to speak.

"It's not surprising that you know me, so what exactly do you want? Don't tell me this is a coincidence."

"Child, don't be nervous."

A hint of a smile flashed in Professor X's eyes, and his gaze softened further.

He noticed the thoughtful gesture that the seemingly aloof boy had just made without thinking.

The man, who was a full 1.95 meters tall, deliberately took a few steps back so that the old man wouldn't have to look up to speak.

How thoughtful!

Despite possessing such immense strength, he is so gentle.

What a good kid! It's a pity he's not one of us. Sigh.

"Child, don't be nervous. This encounter was truly a coincidence. We have no other purpose."

"Just a coincidence?"

Jon looked directly into Professor X's gentle gaze, and after a moment, simply nodded.

"Okay, I believe you. You don't need to lie to me."

After all, the old man in front of them possessed spiritual power sufficient to destroy all of humanity.

Professor X can freely access and modify anyone's memories, but for decades he has never abused this ability and has always adhered to moral principles.

It was this restraint that made Jon choose to believe without hesitation in this society lacking trust.

"To be honest, that startled me." Jon breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you guys were coming for me."

"In that case, for Professor X's sake, I'll tell you what I know."

"Thank you very much, child." Professor X nodded gently.

As he spoke, Professor X's thoughts drifted back to the scene when he first met Logan.

Back then, Wolverine was still working as a boxing ringman, drinking and doing drugs all day, and occasionally taking on dirty jobs for the mob.

Honestly, Logan back then was a thousand times worse than he is now; he was the worst of the worst.

"No big deal," Jon shrugged at Logan. "You might not believe it, but I saw you in the museum."

"What? A museum?" Logan frowned, his face full of impatience. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Believe it or not." By now, Jon had lost interest. "The description says you were a member of the Howling Commandos."

"The Roaring Commando?"

Logan's expression became uncertain, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"Charles, this kid might be telling the truth... because I do have a fucking memory of that name."

"Watch your words, Logan," Professor X sighed helplessly. "When are you going to learn to speak properly?"

"Maybe in your next life, Charles."

Logan waved his hand impatiently, completely ignoring the professor's words.

As a longtime friend, Logan knew Charles all too well.

You should know that this seemingly noble old man once threatened to turn his mind into that of a six-year-old girl just to get him to quit smoking.

The most outrageous thing is that this old bastard also made Qin braid his hair every day.

From that moment on, Professor X's image in Logan's mind completely collapsed, turning into ruins.

"That's all for now. If there's nothing else, I'll be going." Jon turned and waved, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

"Jon," Professor X suddenly called out to him.

"What is it now?" Jon turned around impatiently, his eyes full of annoyance.

Honestly, he'd already wasted enough time on these two, and he really didn't have the patience to keep going.

Is this ever going to end?!

If this old guy keeps nagging, he's going to lose his temper.

"Uh..." Professor X suddenly stammered, unsure of what to say. "It's nothing, goodbye."

Jon gave Professor X a strange look, then turned to Logan and cautioned, "Even though Professor X has the most powerful brain on Earth, we still need to be careful to prevent dementia. You all need to pay close attention."

"Get lost, kid!" Logan waved his hand impatiently. "I'll remember this."

"Good to know." Jon's lips twitched, and his displeasure flashed across his face.

Jon's movements changed slightly, and then he pointed at Logan and said, "By the way, Logan, your beard... is quite distinctive."

After saying that, he quickly left the airport, as if afraid of being exposed on the spot.

"Charles," Logan turned to Professor X after Jon left, "what did you think of the kid?"

"Hmm... how should I put it?"

Professor X couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw Logan's comical appearance with his shaved mustache.

"I think he's pretty funny, hahaha!"

Outside the airport, Jon took Logan's wallet out of his pocket.

This is the pickpocketing skill he honed while living on the streets of Egypt.

With the Platinum Star's super-fast speed, stealing a wallet would be a piece of cake.

"Only two hundred dollars?"

He curled his lip in disgust, but still took out the cash and casually threw the wallet into the trash can.

"Why not take it? Consider it a lesson to you, Logan."

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