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

Stephen Chow didn't rush to give a pep talk about workplace wisdom; he put the black marker in the whiteboard tray.

"Old Jin, I understand your request. Nobody's going to mind what you're saying..."

Stephen Chow pulled over a small stool and sat down, crossing his hands and resting them on his chin.

"Is it targeting the hardcore wilderness survival genre like Bear Grylls', where you start with a knife, or the kind of Syrian-style bar with severed fingers that you used to frequent, where energetic young men would come and cause trouble every day?"

Wolverine glanced at him sideways.

"There are trees, and there is prey."

"No damn iron bed, no crazy white coats."

"And nobody comes here with a bunch of damn documents and keeps asking me how many people I've killed with these claws in the past."

Director Wang glared at Zhou Xingxing, and the two exchanged a glance.

Director Wang's eye twitched: This is utter nonsense! How can we let these high-risk overseas personnel, who haven't undergone political vetting and are full of murderous intent, go out and roam freely?

He's a dangerous individual who carries a controlled knife!

If it goes berserk in the forest and something happens, who will take the blame?

Stephen Chow pouted and winked, hinting back:

Director, broaden your perspective! Stop judging people with prejudice.

He's not a ticking time bomb; he's just been treated like a beast of burden and subjected to psychological manipulation by those shameless capitalist bosses for too long, and now he's suffering from severe social harassment and the aftereffects of being a social outcast.

Ultimately, Lao Jin's current mental state is that of an empty-nest old man who longs for early retirement due to illness and just wants to go fishing and walk his birds!

Director Wang's eyes widened. Perhaps the amount of information output from this high-frequency micro-expression was too great, causing his "CPU" to overload. Surprisingly, he didn't utter a word in rebuttal.

After exchanging glances, Stephen Chow looked directly at Wolverine: "Just a formality, do you hunt regularly?"

"nonsense!"

"Then the problem becomes simple!"

Stephen Chow slapped his thigh and stood up. "Since you don't want to go to work, we won't arrange for you to go to work."

"We'll arrange for you to go hunting legally first!"

"..."

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Wolverine let out a snort.

"Are you fucking making fun of me?"

"Does your official agency allow an unidentified monster, wielding six claws, to swagger into the deep forests and wreak havoc on wild animals?"

"Hey! Who told you that you have to hunt in secret around here?"

Stephen Chow, hands on his hips, launched into sarcasm: "Old Kim, I have to say, not only is your country's infrastructure terrible, but your nationwide legal education is also completely lacking!"

"Ahem!"

Director Wang cleared his throat: "Speak properly, kid. Stick to the facts and stop bringing international relations into this!"

Stephen Chow ignored him, picked up his briefcase, fumbled for the documents, and opened them.

"Snapped!"

The documents were placed on the table.

"The Northeast Taoshan Natural Wildlife Breeding and Hunting Ground! Officially Open to the Public! A 5A-Level Pure Natural Oxygen Bar!"

"Red deer, wild boar, roe deer—any prey on the designated list is yours to legally hunt! We guarantee you'll have wild boar freedom!"

Wolverine's furrowed brows relaxed upon hearing the string of words, his face filled with bewilderment.

Stephen Chow pressed his advantage: "There are mountains, forests, game, and all the legal permits!"

"Most importantly, the place also has natural hot springs! The birthplace of authentic bathing culture!"

At this point, Stephen Chow looked him up and down with a sly grin: "With that adamantium skeleton of yours, you must have developed rheumatism and bone spurs from years of exposure to wind and rain, right?"

"Soaking in the hot water in the pool, plus a back scrub to improve blood circulation and relieve bruising, isn't that a hundred times better than drinking fake whiskey in that lousy bar?"

These words shocked the North American lone wolf, who was used to bloodshed and violence, to the point of complete paralysis.

Wolverine remained silent for a long while. "You...you really don't plan to lock me up?"

"Why would I waste taxpayers' money locking you up? Do you think jail food is free?"

Stephen Chow rolled his eyes and curled his lip. "You old geezer, you can't lay eggs!"

"puff--!"

The carefree girl sipping milk tea next to her suddenly spat out a mouthful of fully sweet taro boba.

Director Wang's forehead veins were bulging.

The "Deadly Scissor Kick" is already on the verge of charging up.

That kid doesn't utter a single human word!

Suppressing the urge to kick someone, Director Wang took the hunting ground information and looked it over for a moment.

"OK."

"Let's pilot this as an eco-health observation point for special foreign personnel!"

Director Wang made the decision, "But there's one condition: Zhou Xingxing, you must personally escort him there!"

"The local police station, forestry bureau, and hunting ground management office must all file all the necessary documents for me clearly and completely! There can be no mistakes! Otherwise, you'll be held accountable!"

"Mission accomplished!"

Stephen Chow brought his heels together and raised his hand in salute.

"I'm going to investigate the firmness of wild boar meat from Northeast China; maybe I can start a side business!"

Wolverine stared at Stephen Chow, trying to find the trap behind that smiling face.

Stephen Chow did not avoid the gaze and responded directly.

"Old Jin, you don't have to sign a labor contract."

"You have to remember, in our territory, even if you want to live like a wild beast, you have to read the wildlife protection list first."

"Once you touch something you shouldn't, like eating a beast that'll be locked up for life, even if you're Wolverine, you'll still end up working on a sewing machine and singing 'Tears Behind Bars'! Understand? Applause!"

Wolverine snorted through his nose.

This wolf doesn't need to be tamed; it just needs a quiet place where it doesn't have to explain why it has iron claws.

Stephen Chow knew perfectly well what was going on.

I used to always try to force super-powered mutants into infrastructure positions.

Looking back now, I realize I had a narrow perspective.

To deal with these unfortunate souls suffering from stress disorder, the first thing to do is give them a bed and teach them how to get a full night's sleep.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, you don't have to worry about being shot in the dark or receiving a barrage of calls from your boss.

The matter is settled.

Stephen Chow began to arrange manpower.

"Smurf, you're in charge of teleporting us directly to the nearest county in the Northeast!"

Director Wang grabbed the document and slapped it on his chest.

"This business trip will be funded at the basic standard. If you dare to give me false receipts for body scrubbing, back massages, foot massages, and hot springs at a bathhouse in Northeast China..."

"Watch out, or I'll fly up and kick your head off!"

Stephen Chow curled his lip, clutched his chest, and took two steps back: "How can you slander me out of thin air! I, Stephen Chow, am incorruptible and uphold the principle of separating public and private matters! Am I the kind of person who would try to exploit public resources?"

"I'm going there to do serious business!"

The carefree girl rolled her eyes and reached out to grab the two men's arms.

"Stop making a scene, hold on tight!"

"Hey buddy, charter a car! Express service to the remote mountain valleys, departing now!"

Wolverine stared at the light path that had suddenly appeared beneath his feet, and his instinct to resist teleportation made his expression change.

"etc!"

"What the hell is this called 'express'? Ugh..."

"Whoosh!"

The three figures disappeared from the spot.