"Hello, Miss Storm." Eric said hello to the lady, only for a roll of eyes. She was still angry about her brother being beaten up. Johnny was beaten up by Eric that time. He only saw that he had no shame to go out for many days after he went back. He knew how profound the lesson was.

In addition, Mr. Magic was bitten by the car shell that was grinning like a great white shark. Although his physical injuries were not serious, his psychological damage was not small. Since then, he has been lingering in fear of confined spaces and even scientific research has been affected. Who did this? Or Eric.

The two men who were closest to her were ruthlessly hit by him. How could Susan not hate Eric? If she hadn't been unfamiliar with the ability to use, she would have long been trying to get invisible and find a chance to take revenge.

"Are you following me?" Susan asked suddenly. She remembered that she had fought with Eric in New York not long ago, and today she met in a city two thousand miles away. No matter how she looked, she looked at Eric disdainfully, as if she treated him as a man with ulterior motives.

Eric smiled calmly.

"You are beautiful, Miss. But I'm sorry, don't feel too good about yourself. I'm not Mr. Richard." He said. "If he were there, maybe you could ask him to sit over. I'm sure you won't misunderstand me any more if you have a boyfriend."

Susan's face was a little unnatural when she heard this. She turned her head and looked out the window.

"My boyfriend is Dum, don't make a mistake." She said lightly, with a little melancholy in her expression.

A series of misunderstandings caused silence between the two.

While on the plane, Eric began to ask about Kreen. The boy had awakened his ability since he was a child and could manipulate flames. It sounded like a copy of John. However, he was lucky than John. He was not driven out of the house by his family as a monster, but was coaxed by his parents to make profits and perform travel shows under the banner of a child magician. Although this kind of life was hard, it was not too bad. At least he could be with his family, but things were always changing. When his family made enough money and had a new child, Kreen's status plummeted. His father began to pick on him, and his mother only cared about loving the newborn. After getting tired of it, he left home in anger and was adopted by Remy.

"It sounds tortuous." Eric commented.

"It's okay." The boy replied frankly, not like a nine-year-old child at all. "I thought so at the time. Anyway, I can make money through performances. Why do I have to leave the money to the old man? They don't like me and just use my name to attract business. The money is put into their own pockets. Anyway, they are just like monkeys to make people amuse themselves. Of course, I have to plan for my future so that I will not be kicked out of the door if my business breaks down in the future."

"So smart boy, how did you be with Remy? Could it be that he saw your genius and you did a group to perform tricks?"

"No, the fact is this: after leaving home, I found that there was no adult following me, and I couldn't recruit any business. Even if a tavern promised me to perform, there would be a local gangster coming to find fault soon. Since I was unwilling to work with my family, of course I didn't want to be hacked. So I could only stay on the street. Later, when I was working in the gambling field, I found that Remy always lost and lost cards. I thought he must be a master, so I wanted to learn some skills from him. He knew that I was also a mutant, so I took me with me from now on." While speaking, the boy glanced at the small pastry on the table. Eric pushed the plate of the snacks in front of him, and he picked them up and ate without hesitation.

"So you are a master too?" At some point, Miss Storm, who was in a sad posture, was attracted by the story of Crien. She fiddled with the long soft blonde hair on her chest and asked while the boy was drinking water.

"Uh..." When the beautiful face looked at him, he was quite shocked to the boy. When the boy heard her question, he quickly put down the water and answered in a regular manner: "I only know a little bit. Remy said that his ability is mostly due to talent, so I only learned a few tricks from him. It's okay to fool people, but it's useless to veterans."

"Oh," Susan sighed in disappointment. "I thought I could learn some great tricks. Every time I play bridge with people, I always lose. I have had enough of smart people like Reed and Doom. They even seem so smart to let me go. Even my friends can make fun of me. I have enough."

The lady and her brother are both social animals in various senses. Although they have superpowers, they are completely passive. They don’t care about things like improving their abilities, and pay more attention to fashion and pleasure.

However, although she is a little superficial, she can still be called a kind-hearted person. She is very sympathetic to Kreen's experience. Looking at the nine-year-old boy's well-behaved and clever appearance, she couldn't help asking: "Would you like to go home? I can help you return to your home, or find you a good-tempered guardian. I think it's much better than wandering around anyway."

Crien shook his head desperately without thinking.

"Thank you for your kindness, lady." The boy refused politely and firmly. "I only think of a place where I can live with my kind, and it's too dangerous outside."

Susan was not angry when she was rejected, but just rolled her eyes and glanced at Eric a few times, as if it was the evil he had committed.

"I don't think Mutants Academy is a safe place, there are violent men everywhere." Susan felt hatred from her heart when she remembered what her brother encountered.

"It's because of my conflict with Johnny?" Eric guessed her thoughts and said flawlessly: "He is asking for trouble. There are bloody conflicts in this world every day. The war launched by the government devours lives, and the weapons of the people have caused ordinary people to shed all their blood. Compared with these losses, I am completely unscathed. What's there to be angry about?"

Susan was furious when she heard this: "His and Reed's bones were almost broken. Do you think that's unharmed?"

"Then my little John took it upon himself? I understand that people are different. Death of a hundred people is a major tragedy, and death of ten thousand people is just a number. Moreover, Master Storm is different from others. He is more delicate than others." Eric laughed, and he was very unhappy by Susan's tone.

Susan is not a shrew who is good at quarrels. When Eric said it, he would lose his words immediately and could only talk to himself hatefully.

"The mutant barbarian who doesn't know the law." She turned her head in disgust and stopped looking at Eric.

Her uncovered disgust angered Eric. She didn't intend to argue with her, but now Eric couldn't help but sarcastically sarcasticly.

"If laws and rules do not protect us, why do we comply with it?" he said, staring at Susan. "You can get cheers for the same behavior, but we are atonement for ourselves, why? This unfair law never puts mutants under protection."

"Imprisonment, expelling, beating, teasing." Eric stood up unknowingly, looked down at Susan's eyes, and said word by word.

"Our brothers and sisters are persecuted every moment, and countless people are tied to the dissection table and are being ripped open! Where are you when your law authorizes your government to hurt us? What qualifications do you have to ask us to comply with it?" His voice became heavier, as if he felt this heavyness. The lights in the plane were flashing brightly and darkly under the influence of the strong electromagnetic field that expanded under the rage. The fuselage trembled rapidly, and the passengers were frightened.

"Eric", Krien looked at the fearful people around him in panic. He quickly called Eric's name to remind him that it was at a high altitude.

Eric turned a deaf ear to Susan's eyes. His deep eyes continued to stare at Susan's eyes.

"We should have protected the weak, but where were you when the weak were persecuted?" Eric's voice became louder and louder, and finally he shouted loudly. "You hid! Just like your ability, you hid yourself!" He glared at Susan, and it took a while before he calmed down.

"This is your law, it abandons us all."

The lights in the cabin gradually returned to normal, and the flight returned to a stable state. Susan, who was frightened by Eric, had no face to stay away. She walked towards the other end of the cabin with a blue face and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Seeing Eric's power in anger, the other passengers were silent, and their eyes were dodging and they did not dare to look at him. Only Chris had the courage to say something to him occasionally, and the plane flew towards New York in a difficult silence.

In the bathroom, Susan Stom looked at himself in the mirror with a flushed face, gritting his teeth and waving his hands madly.

"Damn it!" she whispered in a low voice. "He actually dares to treat me like this. Who do you think you are, why should you scold me?"

She said hatefully, grabbing a decorative long-haired rabbit toy in her hand and hit it hard, as if she wanted to vent all the anger in her body on the poor rabbit. After a while, she stopped panting.

After venting, she became disheveled and her clothes were not tidy. Her beautiful and smooth face showed a natural blush without makeup. Her curved eyebrows trembled slightly, and water seemed to drip from her eyes under her eyelashes. Looking at her like this, Susan suddenly felt a strange feeling. No one had ever scared her like this before. Eric was the first. This novel feeling made her feel mixed.

Miss Storm's family is well-off and deeply loved by her parents. She was not interested in science and business when she was born. When she grew up, there were boys from all walks of life who rushed to show their attention. Excellent men like Dum and Reed were also impressed by her beauty. They tried every means to please her and accommodate her, which led to her now being arrogant. She was scolded by Eric just now. After Susan was relieved, she felt that he had a straightforward and tough spirit.

Compared to Eric, Reed is a bit sissy, and Doum is also weak. They can't do anything except make money and research. Instead, the person who dares to scold himself in person is more masculine.

Susan sat on the toilet and thought blankly, recalling Eric's angry look, suddenly felt her calf a little weak, and then a hot stream flowed out of her heart.
Chapter completed!