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Mike's Hotel
Back at the hotel, Mike ordered some food and a bottle of red wine.
Just as Raven finished her shower, the server arrived with their order.
The food was set on the table, and the server quickly pushed the cart away.
"Where's Gwen?"
Raven asked curiously.
She had taken quite a liking to the little girl.
No—more accurately, she liked all of Mike's kids.
"She had a bite to eat and went back to her room."
Thinking about the way Gwen winked at him before leaving, Mike couldn't help but chuckle inwardly—what a sly little devil.
He poured the already-breathed red wine into two glasses and said, "Eat quickly before it gets cold."
"It's fine," Raven replied, her eyes seductive as silk. She licked her lips and added, "As long as you're hot, that's all that matters."
Mike gave a slight smile.
This woman—always teasing him, yet she was the one who surrendered every time.
Taking a sip of his wine, Mike asked, "How have things been lately?"
"Not bad."
Raven took small bites of her steak, a subtle arch lifting her brow.
The steak wasn't bad at all.
Suddenly, Mike asked, "Ever thought about switching to a job you've never done before?"
"A housewife?" Raven blurted out instinctively.
They exchanged glances. Mike cleared his throat softly and said, "A teacher."
Raven chuckled. "You mean at X Academy?"
Not long ago, the first mutant school had caused quite a stir. As someone who kept a close eye on mutant affairs, she was deeply moved by it.
A mutant school.
Something she never imagined possible—yet someone had pulled it off.
"That's right."
Raven raised her glass and clinked it with Mike's. "Charles is really something."
"Well, of course—he is my son, after all."
"Heh."
Resting her chin in her hand, Raven looked at the proud Mike, the corners of her lips curling into a faint smile. Her gaze turned distant as she murmured, "Someone like me... could I really be a teacher?"
There was uncertainty in her voice—and perhaps a hint of longing she hadn't even noticed herself.
But Mike nodded. "You're capable of far more than you think."
"You're still as gentle as ever."
Smiling, Raven cut another piece of steak, her gaze quietly sizing Mike up.
"Alright, tell me about this job you're on."
"Nothing much to say," Raven replied casually. "A rich family's daughter went missing while vacationing here. Her parents want me to find her."
Mike frowned. "Shouldn't the police handle something like that?"
"They're looking too, but the parents didn't want to rely on just the police."
Mike nodded, then suddenly asked, "And you still have time to sit here and have a relaxed dinner with me?"
"You're more important than work. Besides, the police are working on it too."
As she spoke, Raven stood up, shifted back into her true form, and settled on Mike's lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she said, "If you think I'm too relaxed, I can pick up the pace and really get busy."
With that, she tightened her arms around his neck, leaned in close, and nibbled on his Adam's apple like a mischievous cat.
In the next instant, Mike's body flickered—and he vanished.
…
The next day, 8 AM.
Still half-asleep, Gwen shuffled out of her room in slippers. Spotting Mike having breakfast, she tilted her head curiously.
"Aunt Raven?"
"She had something to take care of, so she left early."
"Oh!" Gwen looked Mike up and down, then suddenly covered her mouth and giggled.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
He was sure he'd locked the door properly last night.
"It's nothing!" Gwen shook her head but chuckled again, clearly amused.
Mike glanced over himself and asked, "Seriously, what is it?"
"Nothing!"
A vein twitched at the corner of Mike's forehead. He grabbed Gwen and started tickling the little rascal.
"Ahaha—stop! Stop!" she squealed.
"Then spill it."
Mike paused for a moment, hands raised in a threatening tickle pose.
Gwen crossed her arms over her armpits protectively and grinned. "Aunt Raven likes you! Now I know you're not unwanted—I don't have to worry anymore!"
Mike cleared his throat and forced a stern expression. "Go wash your face! We're heading to the aquarium after breakfast."
"Bleh!"
Gwen stuck her tongue out at him and dashed into the bathroom.
…
The sunlight was perfect today—an ideal day for sightseeing.
But Coulson wasn't in the mood for tourism.
Pressing the communicator at his ear, his brow was deeply furrowed.
"What? You lost them?"
"Yes."
Coulson lowered his voice. "Where did you lose them?"
"Near a nightclub called Blood Rose."
"Blood Rose?"
Coulson muttered the name to himself, then said, "I'm heading over now. Stay alert and don't let them spot you."
"Understood, sir."
The agent ended the call, unaware that a figure was silently watching him from a nearby rooftop. Cold, mocking eyes stared down at him with disdain.
"Heh."
A tall man in a black trench coat smirked and turned his gaze to an inconspicuous sign at the entrance of the nightclub. A faint smile curled his lips before he disappeared into the shadows.
…
By evening, Raven—wearing a hat and sunglasses—walked past the entrance of the nightclub known as Blood Rose.
She glanced briefly at the club's tightly shut doors, pretending to be a mere passerby, then kept walking.
Moments later, she returned in a different appearance. Standing directly in front of the club, she examined it carefully before turning away again.
There had been a lead about the girl she was searching for.
According to some junkies who had kidnapped the girl, she had already been sold. Because she was still a virgin, they had gotten quite a profit from the deal.
They didn't know who the buyer was or what the girl would be used for—and they didn't care.
But since they'd done plenty of business with that buyer before, they had let slip one useful piece of information.
Every so often, the girls that were sold would be delivered in groups to this nightclub, supposedly to attend some kind of party.
After getting this intel, Raven had personally taken care of those scumbags—with one swift kick each, she physically castrated them. Then, using their phones, she called the police.
"The place is still closed. I don't know if the girls have been brought here yet."
Unwilling to risk alerting anyone prematurely, Raven decided to leave for now.
But she didn't go far. She found a nearby café, ordered some snacks, and spent her time watching the nightclub from a distance.
To her annoyance, she waited all the way until the café closed—yet the club never opened.
Still, Raven had no shortage of patience when it came to work like this.
She picked an inconspicuous corner and waited there until midnight. Only then did the remote nightclub finally open its doors.
A few minutes later, a van pulled up in front of the entrance, and several wooden crates were carried inside.
Watching this, the corners of Raven's lips curled slightly.
Found you.
She could feel it—the girl she was looking for was inside one of those crates.
(End of Chapter)