The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 8: Are you happy? (1/2)

Clark dragged the hammer, puffed up and looked at Logan, a small white face like a fleshy bun, looking cute.

Logan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, after the surprise could not help but reveal a smile.

This child is a mutant!

Ordinary children absolutely cannot afford to hold this hammer.

His gaze could not help but then the softening up, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark but alert backward steps, and said: Perverted thief! What do you want! Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something bad in mind?

Logans face stiffened and he said, Im not a pervert!

Clark raised the hammer in his hand, glared at Logan, and said, My dad says that people who dont wear clothes and show their hairy big caterpillars in front of children are perverts!

The corners of his mouth twitched, Logan spat: What did your dad teach you? Is his brain sick?

Do not say anything bad about my father! You perverted thief!

Clark held up the hammer, with short legs once again rushed to Logan.

Yeah!

Clark yelled.

Logan looked at Clark amusedly. After turning to avoid him, he looked at the big hole in the wall, his mouth twitching frantically.

Bah!

Clark spit out the ash from his mouth and shouted to Logan: If you have the ability, dont hide!

Haha!

Logan was so amused by Clarks appearance that he burst out laughing.

Just then, Mike, who had come home, heard the commotion in the warehouse and pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see a butt-naked man grinning at his son.

Grrrrrrr! Demented pervert!

Anger burned in Mikes heart, and the next second his heart pounded violently, and when the man heard the commotion and turned around quickly, a flying kick landed right on the other mans chest, sending him flying.

Logan fell to the ground, grinning, his hands clenched, Edman almost couldnt control his claws.

Clark held the hammer and ran over babbled, Mike took a stride, held Clark in his arms, and took Clarks hammer in his hand. With a wave of the hammer in his hand, it pressed against the chest of the man who wanted to get up. .

Logan paused and looked at Mike helplessly: Man, believe me, this is not what you think, I am not a bad person.

Mike looked at the other side of the face, under the eyes flashed a trace of imperceptible doubt, and then said: Name.

Logan said faintly: Logan.

Sure enough, it was Wolverine.

Mike groaned and said, It seems that you have encountered something bad.

Logan gave a bitter laugh: Incredibly bad.

Damn it

Thinking about what happened to him during this time, Logan could not help but cursed in a low voice.

Mike picked up the hammer to the side and said, Get up.

Clark whispered to Mike: Dad, hes not a thief?

Mike patted Clarks head and smiled, Shouldnt be a thief.

Hearing this, Logan nodded, how could he be a thief?

At most, hes a pervert!

The smile that Logan had just put on his face froze.

Haha!

Mike laughed happily.

Put Clark on the ground, Mike drew it in his pocket, took out a change, walked to Logan, whistled to Logan and when Logan looked suspicious, he tucked it into Logans hand. Holding Clark by the hand, he walked out of the warehouse and said, If you dont mind, I have some old clothes that I can lend you to wear.

Logan took a piece of money and stood frozen in place, somewhat moved and at the same time somewhat puzzled.

He had met a good man, but why give him money?

Logan looked down at himself, and remembered Mikes whistle, as if struck by lightning, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and yelled: Fart! Youre the stripper!

Haha!

Mikes laughter came from outside.

Logans face was ugly, but he chuckled. He walked to the door of the warehouse and was about to walk out. When he was about to walk out, his crotch felt cold, but he stepped back and shouted at Mike: Man, first get me a pair of pants!

Half an hour later

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