The White Queen stared at the unmoving line of cars, her anger flaring, wishing she could use her powers to make everyone on the street move out of her way.
Logan watched her biting her nails, looking unwilling, and said, "You stay in the car."
The White Queen looked at Logan with confusion as he got out of the car.
Immediately after, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded: Logan actually lifted his car with his bare hands.
In an instant, the honking of car horns around them ceased, and many drivers poked their heads out, looking at this strong man.
"It's Wolverine!"
"Ah, Uncle Wolf is so cool!"
"That must be the White Queen in the car!"
A chorus of screams immediately erupted around them.
By now, both of them were celebrities, especially the White Queen, who even had her own account online, named "Cozy Daily Life with Little Wolf."
Logan simply nodded, then lifted the car and began to sprint, attracting countless gazes along the way.
Even some Mutants followed suit, carrying cars and rushing forward.
The destination—the Demon King Opera House—a magnificent building with a golden base and black patterns, floated quietly on the sea, grand and awe-inspiring.
This opera house, funded by Mutants and meticulously crafted by Magneto, was a World-class stage capable of self-disassembly and movement, and a grand gift dedicated to the Demon King, capable of accommodating up to five million people.
"Please enter in an orderly fashion, there is still plenty of time, please do not crowd."
Hundreds of Duplication People served as ticket checkers at hundreds of entrances, and though they were drenched in sweat, smiles beamed on every face.
Among the crowd, other Mutants were also enthusiastically helping out.
Red Tank was covered in children, who treated him like a small mountain, excitedly climbing all over him.
"Whose children are these? Please take them away immediately."
Red Tank looked helpless but still carefully protected the children, fearing they might fall.
"Excuse me, they are my children."
"And mine."
"This is my daughter."
Parents from all around gathered, taking photos with Red Tank and the children, and then left with their own children after the pictures were taken.
But such situations came in waves, one after another.
Due to Red Tank's indomitable and invincible defensive performance on the battlefield, a rumor spread from unknown origins that if children climbed on his body, they would grow up to be strong.
As a result, the largest group of Red Tank's fans consisted of parents.
Where there are many people, accidents are bound to happen.
"My Fanny, has anyone seen my daughter!"
In the crowd, a couple was checking tickets, and when they turned around, they found their daughter, who had been following them, was gone.
"Don't worry, give me your daughter's clothes and belongings, and we will help you find her."
A Duplication People quickly split off a body; Professor X had already prepared contingency plans for such problems. He pressed his earbud and said:
"Rescue team, proceed to Channel 23, mission type: search and rescue."
"Understood, Mowen will arrive immediately."
In less than a minute, a man with a ponytail appeared on the scene.
"Are the items ready?"
"Of course."
The Duplication People handed the bib to Mowen.
"Leave it to me."
Mowen gave the anxious couple a slightly stiff smile, then took off his shirt, revealing his body covered in tattoos.
His wolf tattoo on his stomach slowly began to move, struggling and leaping out, transforming into a giant wolf as tall as a man.
"Oh, my goodness!"
The couple was startled by the sight before them.
Mowen held the bib to the giant wolf's nose and said:
"Find her, and bring her back safely."
The giant wolf sniffed, sharpened its claws, and disappeared into the sky like a Shadow.
The parents of the lost child could only look up at the sky with full anticipation.
Not long after, the giant wolf flew back, carrying a middle-aged man in its mouth and a little girl riding on its back. "Help! Don't eat me!"
The middle-aged man's face was filled with terror, and his pants were soaked with fear.
"Hehe, big dog, big dog."
The little girl was having a great time, holding onto the giant wolf's fur.
The couple no longer cared about being afraid of the giant wolf and quickly took their daughter from the wolf's back.
"Big dog, I want the big dog, boo hoo hoo…"
The little girl was reluctant to part with the giant wolf. The giant wolf returned to Mowen's body.
Mowen grabbed the middle-aged man who had collapsed on the ground, his eyes cold: "You're quite bold. Even now, there are still people who aren't afraid of death."
The middle-aged man pleaded bitterly: "Please, let me go, I was just greedy for a moment."
The middle-aged man had intended to take advantage of this event with millions of people to fish in troubled Water and pull off one last job, but he didn't expect to be caught so quickly. He regretted being so greedy.
Ever since the Demon King ruled the globe, various criminals were either executed, sent to labor reform, or more commonly, washed their hands of their past and disappeared.
But Mowen never expected that someone would still dare to cause trouble in the Demon King's territory.
He said no more; the tattoos on his body transformed into a mass of snakes, tightly binding the middle-aged man's arms. Dealing with criminal gangs was not his job. Mowen put on his clothes and prepared to leave with the middle-aged man.
"Wait, please tell us your name."
Mowen looked at the couple with some surprise.
"I want the big dog."
The rescued little girl said, staring at the wolf tattoo on his stomach.
"My name is Mowen."
Subsequently, although many more incidents occurred, most were accidents or minor issues like petty theft, all of which were easily resolved.
The guests at this grand event were not just humans; Asgardians, Vanir, Dwarves, Light Elves, and others also arrived in private rooms under Tom's guidance. These rooms were only for people of special status.
The lights on the stage constantly changed, and first to appear were dancers from Huaxia.
They wore splendid Hanfu, with flowing sleeves. Accompanied by melodious classical music, the dancers performed "The Song of the Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress" with graceful movements.
Next, warriors and dancers from African tribes presented a performance full of primal power.
Their faces were painted with unique totems, they wore colorful animal skin garments, and the drums in their hands thundered, with a strong and rhythmic beat.
The Dwarves in the private room couldn't help but start dancing along.
Russian ballet dancers presented classic excerpts from "Swan Lake."
The female dancers, dressed in White dance skirts, gracefully danced on the stage like a flock of elegant swans.
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