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**New York Nightclub**
Neon lights flashed and swayed, and with the pulsating beats of trendy electronic music, people of all ages and professions began to dance and let loose on the club’s dance floor.
Logan, having carefully avoided the security guard at the entrance, followed a well-dressed lady into the nightclub.
Amidst the loud and lively environment, he carefully navigated through the crowd, sticking close to the walls and wooden structures, searching for the figures of the master and servant he had come to find.
Climbing onto a nearby liquor cabinet, Logan scanned the area from above and quickly located his targets.
Seated in a relatively quiet corner, Caesar was lounging with his legs crossed, drinking, while Azazel stood beside him in his bodyguard role.
Azazel’s hair had grayed slightly with age, and he looked much more mature and composed. Dressed in a black tailcoat, he kept his tail hidden, exposing only his red-skinned face, which did not attract much attention.
Caesar, on the other hand, looked just as young and handsome as ever. Like Logan, he hadn’t changed much with the passage of time, except for his demeanor, which had grown even more refined and his physique had reached near perfection.
Seeing the familiar faces before him, Logan suddenly stopped, a smile involuntarily forming on his lips.
Though he had said he didn’t want to see Caesar again, in truth, even as a hundred-year-old man, he often reminisced about those carefree days.
Those were the times when someone was always there to support him when drinking, chatting, and wandering the streets were the norm.
A female patron noticed Logan on the liquor cabinet and exclaimed, “Darling, look at that cat over there. It seems to be smiling.”
“Huh?” The male patron beside her glanced over, but the liquor cabinet was empty. “You must be drunk!”
“No, really, it’s a Garfield cat,” The woman insisted, standing up to take another look, but she couldn’t find it anywhere.
Under the liquor cabinet.
Logan crouched in the shadows, thinking “That was close,” and quickly darted into the main hall, weaving through the dense crowd toward the seats on the other side.
At the corner table.
Azazel slightly lowered his head and said with a smile, “Master, it seems Logan has been staying in New York recently. Should we arrange a meeting? It’s been a few years since we last saw him.”
“Do as you wish,” Caesar replied, taking a sip of his drink and shrugging. “That guy’s wild nature never allows him to stay put. The most we could get out of him was a few days as a teacher.”
“Yes, it’s been a while since we’ve been teachers ourselves. Ever since five years ago…”
Azazel suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes narrowing as he extended his hand, swatting the Garfield cat that was charging toward Caesar.
He looked surprised, “What? There’s a cat in this nightclub?”
“Be gentle,” Caesar said, glancing at the cat on the floor, which was struggling to get up and move toward him.
Wait, why does this cat seem familiar?
“This cat… seems a bit strange.”
Azazel also looked puzzled. He had instinctively swatted the cat without holding back, and the force was enough to knock an adult out.
“Master, it seems this cat wants to see you.”
“I didn’t expect you to understand animal language,” Caesar said, surprised, as he looked at Azazel.
Azazel picked up the cat from the floor and, with a serious expression, examined its gender. “It’s a male.”
Logan, frustrated, gave Azazel a couple of swipes with his claws, then leaped onto the table and tried to communicate with Caesar with a series of desperate “meows,” but all that came out were indistinguishable cat sounds.
“Master, it seems the cat is hungry,” Azazel noted, not bothered by the scratches on his hand.
“I didn’t realize you were fluent in beast speak,” Caesar said, giving Azazel a surprised look.
Azazel quickly shook his head, realizing the misunderstanding, and explained, “It’s clearly just hungry.”
“Is that so?”
Caesar looked at the anxious Logan, thought for a moment, and then signaled a waiter to come over.
He pointed at the Garfield cat on the table and asked, “Do you have anything to feed it?”
The waiter looked troubled. “Sorry, sir. We don’t have cat food.”
Caesar snapped his fingers and instructed, “Then bring it a medium-rare steak and a few bottles of Lafite.”
“Yes, sir.” The waiter, sighing inwardly at the irony of a cat being treated better than a person, respectfully withdrew and soon returned with a steaming steak.
“I’m not here for cat food!”
Unable to convey his message from the future, Logan was on the brink of madness. However, when Caesar placed the steak in front of him, driven by hunger, he instinctively began to eat it.
“I told you it was hungry. Get it some drinks as well.”
Azazel poured a bit of Lafite on the table, but the cat not only ignored it but also gave him a disdainful glance, continuing to devour the steak.
The waiter, seeing Caesar and Azazel waste expensive food and wine, shook his head in silence. The world of the rich was indeed dull and uninteresting.
As Logan munched on the steak, he extended his cat claws and scratched an X shape into the wooden table.
Azazel muttered, “What does that mean? Another serving? This cat seems to understand human behavior and has quite impressive claws.”
Caesar continued to drink, seemingly oblivious to the situation. He was, as usual, using his powers to collect and record everything happening in the nightclub and even the surrounding streets.
Logan, realizing this was his only chance, thought for a moment and then tapped rhythmically on the table with his claws.
“This cat seems to be quite experienced with nightclubs,” Azazel observed, staring intently. After a moment, his expression turned serious, and he looked at Caesar with suspicion, saying, “Master, this cat seems off.”
“What’s wrong?” Caesar asked, coming back to the present.
Azazel pointed at the Garfield cat, looking astonished. “This cat… seems to be using Morse code.”
Morse code?
Caesar was taken aback. He knew Morse code, which uses a series of long and short signals to convey encrypted messages, a skill once essential for military intelligence. But a cat knowing Morse code?
Caesar refocused on the Garfield cat and listened. Indeed, the cat was tapping out a message in Morse code.
The message read: “I was once your ally, from the future.”
Azazel deciphered the message, incredulously saying, “This cat says it’s from the future? Master, could it be a Mutant messing with us?”
“I’ve just checked; there are no other Mutants within a thousand meters except for you.”
Caesar shook his head, looking at the Garfield cat as it continued to provide a new Morse code message. This brief message finally moved both Caesar and Azazel.
The decoded message was:
“X-Men!”
**(End of Chapter)**
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