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This wasn't the first time Mike had been to Japan.
Before he had adopted Clark, back when he was still an assassin, he had executed several missions here. He was, one could say, still familiar with the place.
But as he opened a portal and materialized here, gazing out at the city illuminated against the night sky, he suddenly realized that it had changed to the point where he barely recognized it anymore.
"Everything is always developing..."
Mike sighed in reflection. He looked over to Emma, who was standing beside him, and asked, "Where was the last place you were in contact?"
"The Yashida Estate."
"Yashida?" Mike frowned.
He had, of course, heard of this corporation. After all, this company was the preeminent enterprise in all of Japan.
"So, the person Logan came here to see... was a member of the Yashida family?"
"Correct! Logan came to see the head of the Yashida clan, Ichirō Yashida."
"So, Ichirō Yashida is that old friend of Logan's who was dying?"
Mike muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. He took out his phone, tapped on it a few times, and said, "Speaking of Yashida, I seem to recall seeing some news about them just a couple of days ago."
The next second, a virtual screen popped up from his phone.
Ichirō Yashida Deceased. Who Will Inherit the Yashida Corporate Empire?
Shingen Yashida: The Next Heir? No! His Own Daughter is His Greatest Competitor!
Mariko Yashida: Ichirō Yashida's Favorite Granddaughter. Could She Be the Successor?
Looking at these headlines, Mike raised his eyebrows.
Good grief. The head of the family has just died, and the grand drama of succession is already beginning to play out?
And what's more, this Ichirō Yashida is an interesting character. He's not passing the company directly to his son, but instead wants to bequeath it to his granddaughter? Is he trying to cut his own son out of the picture?
After quickly scanning the headlines, Mike said, "Even though Ichirō Yashida is dead, we should still go there and check it out first. After all, that's the last place Logan was in contact."
Emma nodded, a cold light seeming to glint in her eyes.
She had a gut feeling: Logan's disappearance was absolutely connected to the Yashida clan.
Mike searched for the location of the Yashida Estate on his phone. He then placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, and as a teleportation card materialized, the two of them vanished from their spot, reappearing from thin air directly inside the grounds of the Yashida family estate.
"Ah!"
A high-pitched scream rang out. The sudden appearance of the two individuals had terrified a maid who just happened to be passing by.
Watching the screaming, fleeing maid, Mike raised an eyebrow. "Well, this saves us the trouble of finding them."
"Find them? We don't need to find them!"
Emma's eyes flashed, and her powerful psychic energy silently enveloped the entire estate, taking direct control of everyone within it.
Logan's disappearance had made Emma considerably more short-tempered.
Emma closed her eyes, sifting through their minds for any information regarding Logan.
A moment later, Emma's eyes flashed.
A middle-aged man was telepathically compelled to walk over, stopping in front of them. Even in this controlled, unconscious state, the man's face was twisted into a vicious expression, like a venomous snake choosing its moment to strike.
"This is Shingen Yashida, Ichirō Yashida's son," Emma stated coolly.
Looking at his face, Mike raised an eyebrow. No wonder his old man didn't like him.
However, like father, like son.
If the man standing before them was a dark-minded and ruthless individual, then his father certainly couldn't have been a kind person. Perhaps Ichirō Yashida felt his son was too much like him, and for that very reason, he preferred to entrust the family's corporation to his granddaughter.
"Does he know anything about Logan?" Mike looked at Emma curiously.
Emma's gaze flickered, and she directly manipulated the man, compelling him to speak the information she desired.
A Japanese woman named Yukio had come looking for Logan, bringing him to the Yashida Estate to meet Ichirō Yashida. As for what they discussed, he, the son, had no knowledge. For the next two days, Logan was hosted and well-entertained by men dispatched by Ichirō. After that, Ichirō Yashida died. During the funeral service for Ichirō, Shingen Yashida dispatched assassins to kill his own daughter, Mariko Yashida, but Mariko was rescued by Logan. The two of them subsequently disappeared without a trace. However, Shingen Yashida had already hired a powerful assassin to hunt them down, and this assassin had already found some clues that Logan had left behind.
"Nagasaki!"
Hearing Shingen Yashida speak the name of the city, Mike and Emma exchanged a glance and nodded.
The next second, Emma used her power to render Shingen unconscious. She then telepathically transferred all the information she had just extracted from his mind directly into Mike's.
Mike's eyes flashed, and along with the dissipating motes of light from a card, a portal appeared before them.
The two of them stepped through, instantly crossing the distance from Tokyo to Nagasaki.
"They're somewhere in this vicinity. His people are still searching for Logan and Mariko Yashida as well," Emma said coolly. She directly unleashed her ability.
Her psychic power spread out in all directions with her at the center, while Mike simultaneously activated his super-vision, scanning for any trace of Logan.
Nothing...
Emma retracted her ability. Mike placed his hand on her shoulder, and the two of them vanished, reappearing in another district.
They both deployed their abilities once more, but again, they came up with nothing.
Mike asked in confusion: "Could they have left already?"
Just at that moment, Emma's expression changed. "I haven't found Logan," she said, "but I have sensed a mutant. Judging by his appearance, he must be the assassin Shingen Yashida hired."
A mutant? Mike was startled.
As she spoke, Emma's eyes flashed, and her psychic power silently probed into the other's mind. Although she discovered that he possessed a certain degree of resistance to telepathic intrusion, she was, after all, the White Queen.
A few seconds later, the White Queen said coldly: "Confirmed. He is the assassin sent by Shingen. He found Logan earlier, but was defeated by him."
"An assassin? Logan didn't rip his head off?" Mike asked, puzzled.
Based on Logan's usual habits, an assassin should not be able to survive an encounter with him.
Emma obviously understood this as well. And so, she continued to use her ability, searching the man's mind for the memories of the fight.
"His name is Daken. His mutant abilities are very similar to Logan's... No, to be more precise, they are almost identical. Rapid healing, claws, enhanced senses... He is Logan's... son!?"
Reaching this point, Emma was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice suddenly becoming high-pitched.
Mike froze as well. Logan's son? Daken? Logan has a son? Why has he never said anything about it?
Mike and Emma exchanged a look. Mike's eyes were filled with astonishment, while Emma's were filled with disbelief mixed with pure rage.
This Daken... even though he knew Logan was his father, he still accepted a contract to assassinate his own father.
Mike's eyes flashed, and he looked in the direction Emma indicated. His vision passed through the obstacles in front of him, and he saw the man named Daken.
Daken was a bit shorter than Logan. He sported a mohawk hairstyle, and his features bore a passing resemblance to Logan's. However, due to his mixed Eastern and Western heritage, his facial features appeared somewhat softer than Logan's. But his explosive musculature, combined with the tattoos revealed on his bare upper torso, made him look completely filled with wildness. It even gave Mike the feeling that he was looking at the Logan from thirty years ago.
Mike and Emma paused in reflection for a moment, then began walking together toward the still-controlled Daken.
Meanwhile, Daken, who was standing frozen on the spot, was filled with shock and rage.
Who in the hell was controlling him?
Daken, who had just woken up from unconsciousness, was already furious about having been defeated by Wolverine—his father, Logan. Now, he was standing stock-still like a puppet.
This made him indescribably angry.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He cursed inwardly, cursing the person controlling him, cursing Wolverine, and cursing himself.
He had actually lost to Wolverine!
He had clearly been fully prepared to kill the man, but he had been knocked down and even knocked out?
This was an utter humiliation.
Just then, he saw a man and a woman walking toward him.
Daken's eyes constricted. His gaze locked tightly onto Mike's face, his eyes filled with alarm.
Mike Kent!
Why was he here?
Although he knew that Wolverine was a teacher at the Kent School for Gifted Heroes on Planet Kent, and a friend of Mike Kent's son, Professor X, he truly had not expected Mike Kent himself to appear.
Immediately, a fire began to burn in his eyes.
This was Mike Kent. The true master of Planet Kent, the man on the throne.
Even someone as wild and untamable as Daken couldn't help but swallow nervously in fear upon suddenly seeing Mike.
Just then, he saw the woman beside Mike, and his eyes lit up.
What a beautiful woman. Is this... the White Queen?
Seeing the real White Queen for the first time, Daken couldn't help but marvel at Emma's beauty. Her icy-cold temperament, in particular, ignited a desire in him to conquer her.
So, the person controlling him right now... was the White Queen?
Thinking of it this way, Daken actually felt his anger subside slightly.
"Where is Logan?" Emma walked up to Daken and asked coldly.
"Your voice... it's like striking ice, crisp and sonorous. It intoxicates me."
In the face of Emma's question, Daken simply praised her, his expression one of infatuation.
Mike glanced at the look in Daken's eyes, and then glanced back at Emma.
What... is this situation? Love at first sight? Has this Daken fallen for his father, Wolverine's, fiancée?
Hsss! Mike sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
Holy cow! This is really something else!
Should he say that Daken and Logan truly are father and son, as expected? Their taste in women is astonishingly consistent.
The aura emanating from Emma grew even colder.
"I don't care if you are Logan's son. Since you tried to kill him, then I..."
"You're going to kill me?" Daken was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, and he spoke with a look of pure pleasure, "Then to die at your hands... I would truly be happy."
"PA!"
Emma slapped Daken hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint.
"Where did Logan go?"
"Hahahaha!"
Daken couldn't help but laugh out loud. "With your abilities, you should be able to find the answer to that question yourself. And yet, you insist on asking me..."
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, and like a wild beast, a dangerous aura began to emanate from him.
"Are you looking for an excuse—say, that I can't answer, or that my answer dissatisfies you—to teach me a lesson? For instance, by giving me a few more slaps?"
Emma's eyes flickered.
"Hahaha!"
Daken laughed happily, his gaze raking up and down Emma's body, the desire and lust in his eyes completely undisguised.
"You don't need to find an excuse. If you hit me, I'll be ecstatic. Do you... want me to prepare some props for you?"
Emma's chest heaved. She couldn't stop herself from striking Daken twice more across the face.
But...
"Oh! Oh!" Daken's face was a mask of sheer pleasure.
Emma took a deep breath, her psychic energy fluctuating violently, inflicting immense pain on Daken.
Emma's gaze hardened, and her psychic power plunged into Daken's mind once more.
A few seconds later, Emma released the mental restraint and said to Daken, "Take me to find him."
Although Daken didn't know where Logan had gone, he was able to track him.
Daken pouted. "Why should I take you to find him? What is your relationship with him?"
Even as he asked this, he couldn't help but glance at Emma's swelling abdomen.
"He is my man!" Emma declared霸气.
Daken was silent for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"A beauty like you ending up with that old relic... what a pity. But... now I like you even more. If I could steal you away from him, his expression would certainly be priceless."
"Oh, by the way, when I came here and saw him, he was with another girl. The way she looked at him... tsk tsk... just like how I'm looking at you. Do you think, in this time you've been apart, they might have... tsk tsk..."
"BAM!"
A diamond-hard fist slammed heavily into Daken's face, leaving him a bloody mess. Emma stated coldly, "He would not."
"Hahaha!"
The psychic control vanished, and Daken was free. He laughed gleefully, but he didn't have the slightest thought of trying to escape.
It was pointless. Mike Kent was standing right there. He had zero confidence he could get away.
Just then, Mike put a hand on Emma's shoulder, stopping her as she was about to lose control. He said, "Let's go. Find Logan. You should understand that even if you're unwilling, we have ways to control you and achieve our goal."
Daken looked at Mike and said cheerfully, "Are you going to force me? I like that scenario, too."
Mike's mouth twitched. When he noticed where Daken's gaze had shifted, he drove his fist into Daken's face. The blow pulverized half of Daken's face, sending him flying backward like a cannonball.
If this bastard wasn't Logan's son, Mike would have just punched his head clean off.
Seeing this, a pleased smile appeared on Emma's face. She, too, had only held back from killing him because of his identity as Logan's son.
The next second, Mike instantly appeared behind Daken, catching him as he flew backward.
He gripped Daken by the neck and said indifferently, "That's not how you should be trying to get yourself killed."
The wound on Daken's face was already healing rapidly. He grinned, looked at Mike, and said, "On your account, I'll take you to find him."
In any case, he was already planning to find Logan for another showdown.
Mike Kent and the White Queen...
Daken's gaze swept over the two of them, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
So outstanding.
Although he had designs on both of them, his pheromone-control ability was screaming at him that if he angered these two any further, he really would be killed.
And he didn't actually want to die.
(End of this chapter)