American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

When Stephen Chow sneaked into the director's office, he had several invoices in his pocket.

These bills are all from "bad debts" left over from doing business in New York.

Even though the recipient's name clearly indicated a strip club, Zhou had already made up his mind.

As long as Fatty Wang dares to investigate, he'll insist that this is a necessary entertainment expense for operating an overseas underground intelligence network.

You can't get intelligence if you're unwilling to spend money; how can you figure out the enemy's strength without going to the dance hall?

Besides, wasn't the reason that Fatty Wang came to him for something he wanted him to do?

This gives us a chance to talk!

If he can sign, would that kid Anton dare not approve it?

As soon as I peeked inside, the atmosphere was clearly off.

An old acquaintance was sitting on the sofa in the reception area.

Wolverine?

Not right.

This beast, which was ready to pounce and scratch at any moment, was now sitting with its knees tightly together and its back straight, just like a primary school student about to be punished by the teacher with a ruler.

"What are you doing here?" Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be at the archives writing your oral history?"

Wolverine stiffened his neck and turned his face away, deliberately avoiding Stephen Chow's gaze.

For the first time ever, a suspicious blush appeared on her rough cheeks.

"Well... the history is almost finished."

Stephen Chow looked like he'd encountered a ghost in broad daylight, backing away repeatedly, his finger trembling as he pointed at Wolverine.

"Why are you blushing?!"

Dozens of terrifying conjectures flashed through his mind.

Has this old bastard stirred up a huge mess?

Did they bring trouble upon the village chief's daughter?

Did he get so drunk that he took the top-secret files from the archives department to use as fuel for heating the kang (a traditional heated brick bed)?

If this is investigated and those responsible are held accountable, their overseas talent introduction office's performance bonus will be deducted!

"Nothing much," Logan said awkwardly, rubbing his hands together. "Just... ran into a little trouble."

However, his tone sounded guilty to Stephen Chow.

"What's the trouble? It's a good thing."

A faint voice came from behind Zhou Xingxing, making him shudder.

When did Fatty Wang use his sprint to get behind us?!

Looking back, he saw the leader standing behind him, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Those eyes hidden behind the glasses gleamed with a chilling light.

Danger!

That old fox is setting a trap!

Stephen Chow felt uneasy under her gaze and instinctively closed his legs.

Director Wang chuckled twice and reached out to pinch Zhou Xingxing's face.

"Really, still so fair and delicate... Come on, turn around and show the commander."

Seeing that he didn't move, Director Wang urged him twice more: "Don't be shy! Come on!"

Zhou Xingxing was dumbfounded. Was Fatty Wang drunk too much fake alcohol today, or had he been possessed?

Out of subconscious obedience to power, Lao Zhou stiffly turned halfway around.

"Wuhu~"

A hooligan whistle rang out, and Stephen Chow turned around as if he had been electrocuted, clutching his chest with both hands.

"Sir! What are you doing!"

Director Wang was about to extend his hand forward, but seeing his resistance, he awkwardly withdrew his hand and smiled, "Hey! I couldn't help myself a little."

Unable to control oneself?

You old bastard, you always skimp on my expense reimbursements, and now you want to take advantage of me?!

Stephen Chow started to shuffle towards the door. "Um... I just remembered I still have some work to finish in New York. Right! That bastard Mueller isn't quite dead yet. I'll have the Smurfs take me there to work overtime!"

"Stop right there!"

Director Wang leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his tone carried the sinister intent of someone trying to lure an innocent teenager: "Want to level up?"

Zhou Xingxing's gaze swept back and forth between the bureau chief and Lao Jin.

No?

What's going on with these two?

"I don't want to be a gigolo, sir!"

Director Wang's face twitched. "What do you mean, 'become a gigolo'? I'm asking if you want to get promoted!"

Stephen Chow clutched his belt buckle, saying, "I would never sell my body!"

He shouted hysterically, as if he would rather die than live in dishonor.

Enraged, Director Wang pointed at Zhou Xingxing's nose and yelled, "Are you answering a completely different question? I asked you if you want a promotion!"

Stephen Chow hesitated for a moment.

A real promotion?

Promoted from section chief to deputy division chief?

The condition of selling one's jade buttocks...

It's not that it's completely impossible to discuss?

"I want to. But I won't sell my chastity to my superior!"

"Who wants your virginity! I want your youth!"

"Youth is just as important to me as virginity, sir!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking!"

Director Wang waved his hand and plopped back into his chair. "Logan, you speak."

"Well... Zhou, this matter... it's a bit tricky."

"Speak with your tongue straight."

Even the hot-tempered Wolverine didn't retort this time, but honestly said, "I've been working on that oral history project in the archives these past few days, and as I was writing, something came to mind."

He scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "A few years ago... I went to Japan, you know..."

"and then?"

"Back then I was young and full of vigor, so... I didn't really control my lower body."

Wolverine lowered his head even further. "Having some... more than friendly interactions with a few local girls..."

Stephen Chow stared wide-eyed at Wolverine.

Is this what you call historical review?

You promised to give the Americans some unpleasant history, but why are you, this old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, reminiscing about your own scandalous past?

Is this a case file from a transnational crackdown on pornography and illegal publications?

and!

You're getting on in years, Lao Jin, you must have had a lot of romantic entanglements, but what's the point of reporting this to Bureau 749?

Do you expect the organization to bail you out?

"Old Jin...we're all adults. If we occasionally forget to buy tickets when we go out, the organization can tolerate that kind of moral lapse."

Stephen Chow crossed his arms. "But you're looking for Fatty Wong..."

"Um?"

"What do you want with Director Wang? Do you want the bureau to reimburse you for your prostitution expenses from back then?"

"It wasn't payment for sex!" Wolverine stammered for a while. "I was thinking, one of those women gave birth to my cub..."

What?!

Does Wolverine have a child?

In Japan?

Are you sure?

"It should be." Wolverine nodded.

"These past two days, fragmented images keep flashing through my mind. Wasn't I brainwashed by that bastard Stryker? My memories are all jumbled up."

"But when I was sleeping on a warm kang for a short time, I felt at ease, and some things just popped into my head. I remembered them just by smelling them."

"Smelling it? You think you're a police dog searching for drugs? And what's your gender?"

Wolverine shook his head.

How old are you?

"Judging by the years, it's probably... time to go to high school."

"You must remember the woman's name, right?"

Wolverine held up three fingers and counted, "I've come up with three names. Mariko Yashida, Yukio, and one called Itsu."

Stephen Chow turned to look at Fatty Wang.

His eyelids drooped, and he looked detached from the situation.

Stephen Chow understood everything.

After all that buildup, from pinching his cheek to offering a promotion and raise, is Fatty Wang planning to dump this mess on him?

"Sir, our Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office is responsible for introducing special labor talents. Shouldn't matters like finding relatives for elderly people living alone across borders be transferred to the Anti-Trafficking Office of the Ministry of Public Security?"