Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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By the time Mike returned, holding a few toys with Clark in tow, most of the people in the club had already left. Only Logan and a large, overweight man remained, fighting in the boxing ring.

To be more precise, Logan looked like a punching bag, taking hits from the hefty man.

Clark covered his eyes. "Dad, Uncle Logan looks awful."

Mike nodded, speechless.

This guy was seriously letting himself be used as a punching bag.

From the sidelines, Phantom, with a malicious grin, shouted as if enjoying the spectacle, "If you let him open up, he'll definitely tell you what you want to know! Don't fight back!"

Mike's lips twitched.

What a joke—let that meatball open up? At this rate, Logan wouldn't be happy until he was completely knocked out.

Logan wasn't the type to be a "good kid," so when faced with Frey's relentless punches, he fought back.

When Frey headbutted Logan, only to be stunned by Logan's adamantium skull, Logan leaped toward him and landed an elbow strike to Frey's head, knocking him to the ground.

The boxing ring shook, like a small earthquake.

"Oh, brother, come on! How can you expect him to open up now? How's he supposed to talk?" Phantom held his face in his hands, shaking his head.

Clearly, Phantom was no longer expecting any fun from this fight!

Mike silently complained.

Logan shot Phantom a harsh look. "Which side are you on, exactly?"

Phantom smiled, flashing a row of white teeth.

"Uncle Logan is awesome!"

Clark clapped his hands in front of his mouth and shouted.

Logan looked over, and after seeing the father and son giving him a thumbs-up, he smiled back, then turned his attention to the dazed Frey. Three shiny adamantium claws extended from his knuckles as he growled, "Tell me, where's Victor?"

Minutes later, under the threat of Logan's sharp claws, Frey gave up the information he had.

Victor was with Striker. They were capturing mutants and sending them to an island for experiments. The only person who knew the location of the island was a prisoner who had escaped.

The prisoner's name was Remy LeBeau, known as the "Golden Hand." Those familiar with his abilities called him... the "Card King."

As this information connected in Logan's mind, his fury grew uncontrollably.

So it was all part of a conspiracy!

Striker and them had killed his lover, Carla, just to manipulate him into seeking revenge against Victor, pushing him to willingly inject himself with adamantium!

Victor and Striker were together!

Logan's face darkened, his insides burning with pain, as if they were being seared on fire.

"Striker! Victor!"

Logan growled the names through clenched teeth, his murderous intent so intense that Frey's fat body trembled.

Watching Logan's expression, Mike sighed inwardly.

The truth was even harsher.

He remembered that the woman Logan had once loved had been part of the plan too.

Should he tell Logan?

It was a joke—he had no evidence.

Considering the current state of their relationship, telling Logan in his furious state would only destroy what little trust they had built. They weren't at the level of unconditional trust yet.

With that in mind, Mike spoke up. "Logan, let's go."

Logan nodded and jumped off the boxing ring, heading toward the door.

As they walked away, Phantom's gaze subtly shifted, and he said, "I'm coming too."

...

Outside a bar.

Looking at the flickering neon lights, the scantily clad women, and the sound of cards being shuffled from inside, Mike stood at the door with Clark and said to Logan and Phantom, "Clark and I will wait out here. It's not suitable for kids."

Logan nodded in understanding, ruffling Clark's hair, then walked into the bar with Phantom.

"Dad?"

Clark looked longingly at the bar, his curiosity piqued.

Mike flicked Clark's forehead lightly. "Don't even think about it. You're not coming in."

Clark pouted. "Alright, alright!"

"Heh."

Mike took Clark's hand and led him away.

"Well, Dad, have you been inside?"

"Nope!"

"Liar!" Clark looked up at Mike with a sideways glance. "Last time, a pretty lady came looking for you. She said she met you at a bar, and that you didn't recognize her after you pulled your pants up."

Mike's lips twitched. "You've got it wrong."

"I have a good memory." Clark paused, then added, "Dad, are you trying to find me a mom?"

Mike sighed, his eyes darting around before he quickly changed the subject. "Ah, there's a circus up ahead. Let's go check it out!"

"Circus?" Clark's eyes lit up. "Where?"

"I'll carry you there."

Mike quickened his pace, running toward the circus.

Las Vegas had an incredibly vibrant nightlife, even livelier than during the day.

The circus they entered was very famous, and by luck, they managed to get tickets just before the evening show sold out.

Inside the performance hall, Clark, eating cotton candy, sat on Mike's shoulders, curiously looking at the people around him. His sharp eyes soon spotted their seats. He leaned toward Mike and whispered, "Dad, over there!"

Mike nodded and began walking in that direction.

However, his eyes briefly flashed with coldness—he was being followed.

Who was it?

Striker's men?

Mike held Clark close, preparing himself to manifest his weapons at any moment.

To his surprise, when Mike and Clark sat down, the person who had been following them sat right beside him.

It was a large, burly man.

Mike furrowed his brow, noticing that the man was blatantly eyeing him with an interested look, even licking his lips. A chill ran down Mike's spine.

Could it be…?

Mike shifted slightly to the side, holding Clark closer.

The man chuckled, his voice dripping with charm.

Mike froze for a moment, then said, "Raven?"

The man winked at Mike, his smile growing wider as he saw Mike's dark expression. "You haven't forgotten me. I'm so touched."

"Change your appearance, you're disgusting!" Mike gritted his teeth, glaring at Raven.

Raven patted his chest and showed a yellowed grin, glancing at Clark curiously. "So, this is the kid?"

Mike nodded, and Clark, equally curious, looked at the strange man with big, questioning eyes.

Just then, the lights in the performance hall dimmed, and all the spotlights focused on the central stage.

Clark, excited, turned his attention to the performance, while Raven chuckled softly and shifted back to his original appearance.

Mike exhaled in relief.

He preferred Raven like this—much more comfortable to look at.

"How did you end up here?" Mike whispered.

Raven rolled his eyes. "I should be asking you that. Why are you with that mutant?"

(End of Chapter)