American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Ever since he met Rakshasa, he has been losing hair uncontrollably.

In his view, the two had been interacting for too long.

Xu Fu sighed as he held Charles in his arms and patted his head.

"That's fate."

Charles's hair kept falling out for various reasons, and that beautiful, sun-reflecting bald head was the final resting place for Charles's hair.

Charles grew anxious: "Is there really no hope?"

"No."

Xu Fu shook his head.

For a moment, he couldn't think of a solution, and it wasn't because Charles looked better that way.

Charles said angrily, "Why are you doing this to me! Why not Eric, why not Clark, but me?"

"Perhaps... because you're more sociable than them?"

Gwen muttered softly.

Charles covered Gwen's face, his lips twitching slightly: "Say it again, girl?"

Gwen suddenly flew into a rage and shouted, "Yes, brother, why you! Why don't you use your power to control everyone in the world, force them to shave their heads, and turn this world into a world of bald men without hair!"

After a pause, Gwen crossed her arms and added with a smile.

"Ha ha!"

Hearing Gwen's laughter, Charles rubbed her cheek: "You still remember your brother."

Gwen's body trembled slightly, and she turned to Charles: "Then will you let me go?"

"No, it says everyone shaved."

"..."

"You've had enough."

Eric rubbed his forehead, looking at Xu Fu with a headache: "Dad, what should we do next to change the current situation?"

"How about Charles makes the whole world bald?"

Xu Fu bit his chin and muttered to himself.

"..."

Eric said angrily, "Enough! Let's get down to business!"

Clark suppressed a laugh and said to Xu Fu, "I will explain the current situation clearly."

Xu Fu nodded; Clark was quite objective when discussing such matters.

After the father and son sat down, Raven and Gwen also sat down.

Clark paused for a few seconds, then continued discussing the situation.

The situation for mutants is not optimistic.

If the relationship between mutants and humans was at its highest point in history before Xu Fu left, then now is the worst time.

From best to worst, all because of a single piece of news, even though that news hasn't been confirmed by anyone.

Some unfounded accusations and some behind-the-scenes manipulators destroyed the trust and understanding that had been slowly built up over the years in an instant.

This trust remains very fragile...

Xu Fu muttered to himself, looking at Charles and Eric: "What are you planning to do?"

“We’ve been thinking about finding a place to house the others,” Charles said in a low voice, a deep disappointment on his face. “We were so naive.”

Narrow the gap so that both sides can find understanding and allow mutants to live in the sunlight like everyone else.

But that was still too much.

They put in the effort and have no regrets, only some slight disappointment.

The world could be a better place

"Does 'settling down' mean...?"

Xu Fu raised an eyebrow and pressed for an answer again.

Eric answered without hesitation: "To build a country."

"But the problem right now is that we really don't have any room to use, so we have two options at the moment."

"First, we need to find a way to open up our own land and build a country on it; second, we need to find a way to get other countries to give us a piece of land to rent."

Eric glanced at Xu Fu and muttered, "Dad, do you think it would be better if we used one of these things?"

Xu Fu frowned and said, "None of these species are suitable!"

Charles and Eric exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness and anxiety in each other's eyes.

So, does that mean Father isn't supporting them this time?

"The template is too small."

Xu Fu spoke lazily, taking a leisurely sip of tea. Under the questioning gazes of Charles and Eric, he said softly, "I have a piece of land that you can use."

"How big can a piece of land be?"

Charles muttered something, then asked with puzzlement and surprise, "You mean the land where they dumped all the mutants?"

Xu Fu nodded awkwardly.

Charles and Eric swallowed hard in surprise.

“Dad, when I say all mutants, I don’t mean the mutants at X School, but all mutants in the world.”

“I know.” Xu Fu remained calm, even glancing at Charles and Eric indifferently, and said lightly, “Don’t be nervous.”

The surprise in their eyes turned into ecstasy.

"How come I didn't know we had such a large piece of land?"

Clark looked at Xu Fu with a puzzled expression.

"I just bought it recently."

Xu Fu turned to Gwen: "Come on, tell those three silly boys what I prepared for them this time."

"Ahem! Ahem!" Gwen cleared her throat and said, "Listen up, you three little fools..."

"Ok?"

The three men glared menacingly at each other.

Gwen frowned.

Am I still your favorite little sister?

Gwen looked at Xu Fu and saw him gazing at her affectionately. Encouraged, she quickly said, "I'm telling you three silly little devils, Daddy went out this time and even got hold of a planet! A planet where you can live!"

"Planet?"

"What a joke!"

"Gwen, are you laughing at us?"

All three of them smiled unconsciously, but when they noticed Xu Fu's expression, they were stunned.

It can not be!

The three of them stared at Xu Fu in shock, asking him questions at a loss.

Xu Fu nodded confidently: "That's right, it's a planet a little smaller than the moon, but it's definitely suitable for mutants to live on."

"!"

All three were so surprised they were speechless.

After a few seconds of silence, Charles and Eric had to say, "Dad, thank you."

"Silly boy."

Xu Fu smiled and nodded to the two of them.

Where is this planet located?

Charles couldn't help but ask.

Xu Fu raised his chin, looked up at the sky, and said, "This planet is special. I want to turn it into another satellite of Earth. That way, we can come to this planet anytime."

Planet Jump!

The three people were once again dumbfounded.

"I have a question."

Clark gritted his teeth and asked, puzzled, "How are we going to relocate? This isn't ten thousand or a hundred thousand, it's a million, or even ten million people."

While the exact number of mutants cannot be determined, based on the number of people Charles sensed using his brainwave machine, it is estimated to be at least several million.

"The portal can be repaired."