With the reaction speed and battle instinct of the brown-haired man, he had already stood up from the wooden bench on the bar when the other party pulled out his dagger and was about to attack. His muscled left hand grabbed the bald man's wrist holding the dagger, twisted it hard, forced him to suffer pain, and released the murder weapon.

Then, the brown-haired man's right hand clenched into a fist, and there were three flashes of metallic cold light, and the sharp steel claws stretched out from the gap between the fingers, almost inserting into the throat of the bald man, making the other party retreat in fright, clinging to the wall, and not even daring to come out.

At that moment, the old bartender, who had been silent a moment, pulled out an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun from under the bar, and two swarthy muzzles were pointed at the brown-haired man's head.

"Drop him, you monster."

With a swipe, the old bartender only felt a silver light flash in front of him, and the barrel of the double-barreled shotgun in his hand was directly cut in half by the steel claw on the other hand of the brown-haired man.

At this time, the tavern was silent, and most of the people looked at the brown-haired man in horror. He looked around, exhaled a puff of smoke, and withdrew his steel claws from the tavern.

This made many people in the tavern breathe a sigh of relief. While their attention was not here, Wang Dali patted the little mischievous shoulder beside him.

"Let's go, let's follow."

……

It was already dark outside the tavern, and the brown-haired man was about to drive away in his RV, when he saw two people stop in front of the car.

Looking for trouble?

He frowned and got out of the car with a displeased expression.

"Wolverine?"

Looking carefully at the nameplate engraved with the word 'Wolverine' on the other party's chest, Wang Dali looked at the bearded man in front of him with great interest.

Among the X-Men, the other party may be the most popular, and is affectionately called 'Uncle Wolf' by fans.

"What's the matter with you?"

Uncle Wolf took a deep breath of the cigar in his mouth, in this cold and biting ghost weather, cigarettes and alcohol are the things that can warm the body the most.

"It's nothing, I just want to get to know you, a big celebrity."

Hearing Wang Dali say this, he was in a state of amnesia at this time, and Logan, who didn't know anything except his name, became interested.

"You know me?"

"Of course. Logan, the Wolverine with an immortal body, is famous. ”

With a little naughty feeling that he still didn't know the situation, Wang Dali took a few steps forward.

"Let's go, this little girl is also your compatriot, take us on this one."

“…… Getting on the bus"

Taking the cigar off his mouth, Logan flicked the cigarette butt on it.

……

The motorhome drove along the national highway, lined with verdant birch trees. Wang Dali and the driver Logan sat in the front seat, and the little naughty sat in the car.

Although it is an RV, there is not much space in this car. Except for some simple household utensils, there is not even a toilet.

The surface of the carriage was covered with thick clothes and blankets, and it looked like Logan usually slept on it.

"Is there anything to eat?"

Sitting in the RV, the little mischievous felt that her stomach was already growling. Although she had just drunk a glass of hot milk, a mere glass of milk could not stop her stomach from protesting after almost a day without eating.

After a mischievous glance in the rearview mirror, Logan pulled out a plate of beef sticks from the mezzanine in the car. Because of the cold weather, this beef stick, which was supposed to be fat and juicy, is now cold and hard, but Naughty still happily eats it all.

Looking at the little naughty appearance, Logan shook his head and said to Wang Dali, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"That's how you treat a child?"

"Actually, I didn't know her until last night."

Wang Dali said that the little naughty has nothing to do with him after being hungry for so long, and he doesn't want to have a label on his head for some reason that he deliberately does not give children food.

Wang Dali's answer made Logan's brows furnish slightly. In the past fifteen years, he has lived an almost walking dead life without memory. He was about to ask Wang Dali something about his previous affairs, but he saw Wang Dali's face change, his left foot stretched out from the cab, and he stepped on the brake.

Sneer!!

There was a violent grinding sound between the instantly locked tires and the ground, forming a brake mark with long tire prints. The little naughty in the back of the car hit his head on the back seat of the car because of this emergency brake, and he was rubbing his somewhat dizzy head and raising his head.

"What's going on?"

"Look."

Wang Dali pointed to a corner ahead, where a large tree was clearly cut down in the middle of the road.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just stepped on the emergency brakes, the few people who didn't have seat belts at this time would have flown out of the car.

"Hell!"

Six Edman alloy claws instantly appeared from Logan's hands. Wolverine, accustomed to the pain of steel claws piercing flesh and skin, stepped out of the car.

The next moment, a tall figure that suddenly appeared from the wind and snow, with its hair, eyebrows, and beard turned white, gave him a hard blow, causing him to fly several meters and hit a birch tree hard, and with a click, the bowl of birch wood with a thin mouth was smashed in half.

"Stay here."

Giving a command to the little naughty behind him, Wang Dali walked out of the car door. Facing this unplanned figure, the saber-toothed tiger Victor clenched his fists, and his pure black eyes shone with coldness.

Their brotherhood is not a benevolent person, if you want to blame it, blame him for being here!

Victor raised his fist the size of a sandbag and swung it at Wang Dali's head with an expressionless face. If it was an ordinary person standing in front of him at this time, I am afraid that he would die the moment he was hit.

Feeling the killing intent emanating from the other party's body, Wang Dali narrowed his eyes. He reached out and grabbed Victor's right hand directly, twisting it directly into a chicken claw with a click.

The intense pain caused Victor to grow his mouth and howl, but it also aroused the ferocity of the humanoid saber-toothed tiger. He raised his intact left hand and swung it down again at Wang.

Click!

This time, Wang Dali punched the saber-toothed tiger directly in the chest. The clatter of bones cracked so loudly that the saber-toothed tiger disappeared into the nearby woods as if it had been hit by a rushing train.

The next moment, a woman with white hair fell from the sky holding another man in a straitjacket and strange glasses. They glanced at Wang Dali, picked up Logan, who was unconscious directly behind hitting the tree with his head on the side, and came to Wang Dali and the little naughty who got out of the car.

"Cyclops and Stormgirl?"

"Dali-Mr. Wang, I have admired the name for a long time."

The Storm Maiden smiled kindly at Wang Dali and nodded to him in a friendly manner.

"This is not the place to talk, please come with me."