"Dear Mr. Howlett, this is my first personal letter since taking office, and yes, as I have mentioned in our previous correspondence, you and I need to speak face to face and get to know each other formally. As the largest funder of my campaign and even the most important capital partner of the Republican Party since its inception, you have the right and the obligation to put forward your own political leanings and demands. Looking forward to our meeting, your friend, Abraham Lincoln. ”

It's been almost three years since Mr. Howlett Sr. passed away, and it's been another cold winter, and the snow in Canada has never disappointed. The sound seemed to be lost to the snow, and a few snouts could be heard faintly from the stables, and under the snow, through nearly twenty meters of dirt, the screams and roars intensified.

A huge figure of more than two meters and twenty gasped together, arms longer than knees, arms with tangled muscles like the roots of an old tree hanging slightly at his side, and the sharp claws on his fingertips were stained with a little blood.

"Hmm...... Very good, Victor, really good. It's been a lot of progress, and it hurt me. James Howlett said with a little surprise.

Looking at the three shallow scars on his shoulders like cat scratches, he turned sideways, not allowing Victor to see the scars heal, James turned to continue: "It seems that Tiger Fist is really suitable for you. ”

Victor Logan did not show any joy when he heard these words, but was screamed in humiliation, and his four canine teeth burst out, and a puff of smoke and dust rose from where he stood, silent, and without a shadow.

"It's still the same old problem...... James shook his head, paused, twisted his hips, turned, and fisted. The air of the punch crackled against Victor's cheek, which rushed forward, accompanied by the flutter of two teeth and a slightly twisted head.

Rumble!

Victor slammed to the ground, his bottom half raised high, and his horizontal fist pinned the giant man to the ground.

"That's all for today."

James put on the robe hanging next to him and motioned for Victor to go up with him. The latter didn't pay attention, he got up and spit out the blood foam in his mouth accompanied by foreign objects such as broken teeth, "Quack" twisted his somewhat misplaced neck, strode to the giant wolf's tooth iron pile, and trained for a crazy attack.

Seeing Victor's skillful and obsessive use of the tiger-shaped fist to grab the sparks on the iron stake, even if his fingers burst and bleed, he didn't care, shook his head helplessly, and slowly walked up the stairs.

One night about two years ago, James once again found the "relaxed" Victor in the woods, and he proposed a good place for him to vent, so he took him to the underground palace.

On that day, they officially met each other, and James admitted that he also had a similar "atavistic" situation as him, and Victor was not surprised in the slightest, just quietly without saying a word, silently stabbing the claw thorns of his fingertips.

James didn't show his claws, just raised his fist.

That night, he shattered almost all of Victor's bones and viscera, and in the face of the saber-toothed tiger, which has a super self-healing ability second only to himself, he didn't need to spare his hands at all, and completely moved his hands and feet.

Victor didn't say a word from beginning to end, except for roaring, roaring, and constantly relying on the instinct of the beast to get up, cull, be knocked down, and recover, until he was exhausted and could not get up again. The two seemed to have a special tacit understanding, neither of them explained any words, but they met in the practice room of the underground palace every few days to fight.

No, seriously, Victor Logan was just one-sided masochist.

In the days that followed, Victor would train with James in the dungeon every day, and James did not deliberately teach Victor boxing, but for a long time, he used the [Xingyi Tiger Boxing] that he thought was the most suitable for Victor to fight with him.

Not long after James returned to his study from the secret passage, the butler knocked softly on the door. Steward Vane knew very well what time of day he should never go to the study to disturb his young master, so the time to arrive was particularly appropriate.

"Master, a letter from Washington." Steward Wayne is still used to calling James "young master".

After taking the letter and glancing at it twice, he joked to the housekeeper of Wayne with a smile: "Someone can't hold it back." Prepare for a trip to Washington tomorrow. ”

"Yes, young master. Who do I need to arrange to come along? The American Civil War is imminent, so let Victor accompany you. Steward Vane suggested with some concern. James waved his hand: "He doesn't have the heart to do this now, just send a telegram and let the family in Washington pick me up, I'll go over myself." ”

…………………

Mr. Abraham Lincoln, who was elected the sixteenth President of the United States of America last November, has just taken office this year. He was a charismatic and leader-like man, and although he came from the lower civilian class, he swept through American politics like a storm and was pushed into the presidential chair. In addition to his personal political skills and ability, extremely deep campaign financial resources are also one of the reasons for his election.

To the President's dismay, Mr. James Howlett from Canada supported him for nearly three years, never showed up, and did not even hint at any of his interests.

According to his investigation, the Howlett family has been in the north of the United States for three generations, and in recent years, the industrial and real estate fields in the northern United States have risen rapidly. The predecessor was an out-and-out manor owner and landlord. Mr. President is never afraid to know how much a person desires, and more often than not, the unpaid ones are the most expensive.

The White House will have a small banquet tonight with an unknown number of guests, and several maids wearing standard black dresses, white headdresses, and white bibs are busy before and after. Mary, the president's wife, glanced a few times as she walked past with her utensils, and some tall and thin maids with raw faces walked through the hall and gently pushed open the door of Lincoln's room.

"Someone came to dinner today?"

Lady Mary was a good, delicate and simple woman, who was much higher than Lincoln.

As a young man, his suitor was a city councilor, and President Lincoln was studying law on his own while working as a grocery store. I don't know what happened between the two, which made this rich daughter fall in love with the tall and shy but beautiful Mr. Lincoln. Even now in the White House and as the "first lady", Mary still speaks like an ordinary family inviting guests to dinner.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Howlett, I mentioned it to you."

Mr. President looked at the papers on the table as he pushed his glasses and looked up to his wife.

"It's the young man, I remember, who I haven't been able to see."

"Well, just himself, the three of us have a meal together."

Mary nodded, and left the room, wondering who the maid was, and muttering that her memory was a little bad.

Evening.

James was still a little stunned when he stood in front of the White House, this was the White House, and it was the White House when Abraham Lincoln was.

He smiled inexplicably and strode in following the guidance of the reception officer.

"Mr. President, I have to say that I never expected you to be so ...... Tall and heroic. When he sat down, James's first words were really rude, but it was because he was too surprised.

President Lincoln was 193 centimeters tall, only slightly shorter than the current James, with large broad shoulders and a back as wide as two large fans, and when shaking hands, he could feel thick and resilient between his palms, and he must have been full of calluses in his early years. In addition to his iconic deep facial features and beard, the image of Mr. President really surprised James.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect the legendary 'Mr. Howlett' to be so young! "President Lincoln was as funny and generous as rumored to be. Lady Mary echoed with a smile, and asked if Mr. Howlett had a wife, and what kind of young lady he liked.

All the guests and hosts are happy.

"When I tried this dessert, my staff members used to sigh, 'Even if I want to eat this cake often, I want to run for president.'" A tall, thin, narrow-faced maid came in and placed the last dessert on the table. James twitched his nose a few times, and a look of disgust flashed between his eyebrows, as if he smelled something disgusting. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly adjusted his state, responding to Mr. President's words, but thinking about something from time to time.

After dinner, James was invited to sit down with Lincoln to the President's Rotunda for a cigar sitting, and Mr. President said as if in casual conversation: "Mr. Howlett, what do you have to say about America—"

"Sorry! Mr. President, let me be rude again, may I ask what kind of room is next door, about ten meters away? ”

Lincoln was a little stunned, looked at the direction pointed by the young and handsome Mr. Howlett and said hesitantly, "It's the playroom of the young son." "Mr. President thought to himself, maybe he wants to find a bathroom?

"I'm sorry, Mr. President!"

James dodged open the door and went out, crossed more than ten meters in one step, and opened the door.

The tall and thin maid was lying on the ground, her face turned blue and black, her veins bulging, and she was biting a white and lovely little boy with her fangs full of viscosity liquid.