The female reporter asked, "May I ask what criteria you used to evaluate them?"
"Let me give you a famous example. You know Magneto, right? His ability is also well-known: controlling magnetism," Qinuo said.
"But have you ever thought about what these abilities can be used for? Terrorist attacks, controlling missiles, just think about it."
Qinuo's gaze swept over the crowd below the stage.
"I know magnetism is one of the four fundamental forces of the Universe, and it has many uses, but Magneto only learned to control metal. He needs to go back to school."
A somewhat knowledgeable reporter said.
The people around him cooperatively burst into laughter.
Only the female reporter looked at him with icy eyes.
"Are you idiots? Who asked you that?" Qinuo said speechlessly.
There was silence below the stage.
"What does controlling metal mean? It means he alone can build skyscrapers like a child playing with building blocks.
Even more boldly, with a bit of innovation, he could completely abandon traditional architectural styles and create his own architectural style, such as floating skyscrapers or movable buildings.
As long as Magneto is smart, he could completely become a giant in the construction industry. Countless people would beg him to build houses for them, instead of being a Terrorist."
Qinuo finished in one breath, looking intently at the audience below, as if questioning why they had never thought of it this way.
The female reporter looked at Qinuo, her eyes filled with wonder. This was an angle they had never considered.
Charles was single-mindedly devoted to integrating with humans, while Eric, dominated by hatred, wanted to eliminate humans.
"But My Lord, many Mutants are uncontrollable and have caused many casualties. For example, Professor X, his ability is mind control. Who isn't afraid of that?" a reporter said.
The reason Mutants are ostracized is not solely due to some organizations and those in power slandering them.
Some Mutants also bring trouble upon themselves. Most Mutants gain their abilities in adolescence or childhood, a stage where the brain is controlled by hormones, and they completely lack self-control.
"Indeed, I also dislike this ability. If I discover he tries to invade my brain, I will kill him immediately without asking why."
Qinuo faintly looked towards a corner.
"Professor, this guy!" Scott was a bit angry, his fists unconsciously clenching.
"The kid isn't wrong. Who doesn't hate that ability?" Logan said, crossing his arms.
"Logan, you're really with My Lord," Scott said, looking unhappily at Logan.
"Scott, it's alright. He's just reminding me, there's no ill intent."
Professor X showed no displeasure, his expression calm, his tone still gentle.
He was more concerned about what Qinuo would say next.
The female reporter's eyes dimmed slightly. Yes, the Mutant group itself had problems that an individual could not solve.
"Then wouldn't it be better to separate from humans?"
"Separate? Separate to where?"
"The desert."
Qinuo said, "Mutant abilities are bizarre and diverse: controlling weather, creating Water sources, controlling soil, growing plants. These are all conditions for creating an oasis.
Coupled with Magneto's ability, building a steel city in the desert would not be a difficult task."
Yes! The female reporter's eyes lit up slightly, as if she saw new hope.
As long as they separated, it would be fine.
Professor X fell into thought. This was a third path, beyond his and Eric's ideologies.
"Alright, now let's continue with the press conference."
Seeing that there were no more questions, Qinuo stepped down from the podium.
Actually, he initially wanted to recruit Mutants to Hell, but the purpose was too obvious, so he chose to suggest the desert.
Although it sounds simple, it is very difficult to achieve.
Currently, Mutants are like scattered sand. Besides Professor X's school and Magneto's Brotherhood, there is also the White Queen's Hellfire Club.
Besides them, there are also various organizations, big and small, with no one submitting to another.
For it to succeed, all Mutants would have to unite, but that is impossible.
Only when the Mutant group suffers a heavy blow can he step in as a savior.
Qinuo returned to his seat.
Tony reminded him:
"Qinuo, Mutants are not only feared for their abilities, but there are also many conflicts of interest. Your speech today, favoring Mutants, will displease many people."
"It doesn't matter. If they're displeased, they're displeased. As long as they don't get in my way, otherwise, I don't mind having a real demon invasion."
Qinuo said, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
"I'll warn them," Tony said helplessly.
Although he felt it wouldn't be very useful, they wouldn't dare openly, but there would certainly be no shortage of covert actions.
At this moment, a maid wearing a cheongsam arrived.
"My Lord, someone is looking for you."
"I know. Take them backstage!"
Qinuo also guessed who it was and said to Tony and Pepper, "Tony, Pepper, please excuse me for a moment."
"You'll be busy lately," Tony shrugged.
"Goodbye, Qinuo," Pepper said with a smile.
Qinuo nodded, got up, and followed the maid towards the conference room.
Qinuo soon saw a familiar figure and excitedly went forward to hug him.
"Logan! Long time no see."
"Kid, let go. You're so grown up, acting like a child."
Logan said with a look of disdain, yet he made no effort to break free.
"Hehe, isn't it because it's been a long time? And you smell like smoke, it's awful, I won't hug you again."
Qinuo fanned his nose, a hint of disdain on his face.
"You stinky brat," Logan cursed with a laugh.
Logan also breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seemed the kid hadn't changed, still the same as before, even a bit jumpy.
"Logan, I've started a big company. Do you want to come work for me?"
"No, the one and a half million you gave me last time isn't spent yet!"
"That's a real shame. I was planning to arrange a very easy and profitable job for you."
"What kind of job?"
"Drug tester. With such a good body, not being a drug tester would be a waste."
"You stinky brat, you just want to use me for experiments."
"Ten thousand for one dose, salary and bonuses extra."
"That's not impossible."
Logan stroked his chin, a hint of temptation in his eyes.
Jean quietly watched them bickering behind them.
The domineering figure like My Lord on television, the composure he displayed while speaking eloquently on the podium, and now the big boy bickering with Logan, showing a pure smile.
Which one was the real him? Jean couldn't help but ponder in her heart, her eyes full of doubt and curiosity.
Scott was a bit displeased, but Professor had previously told them not to speak.