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The capital of Colorado is Denver.
Shasha now resided in a hotel here with Frank, while Tock had taken on the role of a runner.
Looking at Frank in his current state, Shasha frowned. He was unsure whether what he had done was right or wrong; after all, he had saved a shell of a person. Even if he knew the truth, it wouldn't matter unless he found a way to restore him.
At this thought, Shasha recalled someone—Professor Charles. Perhaps only he could delve into this guy's deepest memories. To this day, he still didn't know whether Frank had lost his soul or if his self had sealed it away.
A knock on the door interrupted Shasha's thoughts. He opened it to find Tock entering with food.
"How's it outside?" Shasha asked casually as he took the food.
Tock's expression turned strange, as if he wanted to say something but held back.
Noticing this, Shasha frowned. "Just say it. Did they issue a wanted notice from the prison?"
"Not at all," Tock replied with a wry smile. "On the contrary, it seems like nothing has happened at all. It's as if everything has been suppressed."
Shasha's brow remained furrowed at this news. Such an odd situation made him want to go back and investigate further. However, after some consideration, he suppressed that impulse; it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
After pondering for a moment, he decided to seek out Charles, even if it meant owing him a favor.
"I'm going back to New York. As for where you want to go, I won't interfere."
Although having Tock bustling around saved him a lot of trouble, he still carried too many secrets of his own.
Tock's expression changed upon hearing the words. "Bss, let me follow you. I can help you with many things. This time, I will definitely get back what I lost. There are many places where it would be inconvenient for you to show up, and I can assist with those."
What Tock implied was that he was willing to become Shasha's hidden hand. He thought about it; having a pawn in the underground world wouldn't be a bad idea. Any information could be relayed through him.
Thus, Shasha nodded, agreeing to Tock's request.
Tock breathed a sigh of relief. Witnessing Shasha's almost divine presence, he understood that this was a true ally. As long as he held on tightly, not only could he reclaim everything he had lost, but he could also advance even further.
Before leaving Denver, Shasha contacted Felicia, asking her to return to New York and wait for his news. He then departed Denver with Frank and Tock, heading towards New York.
The next day, upon returning to New York, Shasha parted ways with Tock. Before leaving, Tock requested Shasha's contact information and then resolutely disappeared into the shadows, determined to reclaim everything.
The academy remained as calm as ever.
Since Shasha had rejected Charles's request, Charles had been quietly observing Shasha for a long time. Recently, however, Shasha had suddenly vanished, leaving him puzzled. Yet today, he sensed Shasha's presence again.
As he noticed Shasha getting closer to the academy, curiosity piqued within him regarding the purpose of this visit.
Outside the academy, Shasha carried a burlap sack that naturally contained Frank inside. Although they attracted strange looks from passing students, he paid them no mind. If this had happened before, he would have been unable to contain himself; this indicated a significant change in his mindset lately or perhaps that his skin had grown thicker.
Upon reaching the entrance of the teaching building, Shasha spotted a familiar face staring at him in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
Faced with an impolite question, Shasha raised an eyebrow. "What’s it to you?"
"You!" Jean exclaimed angrily. She glared at Shasha, finding him utterly displeasing. It wasn't just that he had damaged the door to her lab; it was also because he had refused to join the Warriors. In her eyes, so many were willing to contribute to the future of mutants, yet this guy stubbornly refused. He was a selfish person!
Shasha wasn't here to argue with her. He called out loudly, "Hey, Professor Charles! An old friend has arrived. Aren't you going to let me in for a chat?"
A light chuckle echoed in his mind. "Come on up. I'm in my office."
Shasha glanced at Jean and noticed that although her expression was grim, she was tense and rigid, indicating that she had received Charles's approval.
Leading Shasha to the door of Charles's office, Jean coldly turned around. "You can go in by yourself."
Watching the woman's retreating figure, Shasha awkwardly scratched his nose, unsure of what had offended her.
Pushing the door open, he found Charles still as charismatic as ever, sitting in his wheelchair and waiting for Shasha's arrival. A warm smile graced his face, his demeanor always refreshing like a spring breeze. "What brings you to think of this old man?"
"Professor, there's no need for false modesty. As a wise man, you must already know my intentions."
Shasha held great respect for Professor Charles; he admired the elder's wisdom and dedication to the cause of their kind. However, deep down, he disagreed with his approach, feeling it lacked sufficient firmness.
In contrast, Magneto's methods were radical but aimed at achieving equality with humans. Unfortunately, his extremism had led to a distortion of his original intentions.
Charles did not pry into Shasha's inner thoughts but could see hints of them reflected in Shasha's expression through his wise and weathered eyes. He smiled wryly but had no intention of offering advice; everyone had their own perspectives, and he couldn't change them all.
"Alright, I don't think you're here just to catch up. If you need my help with something, just say it."
Shasha set down the sack behind her and opened it, revealing a dazed Frank.
At the first glance of Frank, Charles furrowed his brow deeply; he couldn't sense any thoughts from this person.
"As you can see, it seems like this person has fallen into a state of self-isolation."
Shasha sighed, having put in a lot of effort for this guy over the past few days.
However, Charles's words contradicted Shasha's thoughts. After taking a deep look at Frank, he said, "He is not in self-isolation; he has lost his soul."
Shasha was taken aback by this statement, her expression suddenly turning extremely grim.
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