"Dear Mr. Howlett, this is my first personal letter since taking office. Yes, as I have mentioned in our previous correspondence, you and I need to have a face-to-face conversation and get to know each other formally. As the biggest candidate in my campaign,

As a funder and even the most important capital partner since the founding of the Republican Party, you have the right and the obligation to put forward your own political leanings and demands. Looking forward to our meeting, your friend, Abraham Lincoln."

It has been almost three years since the death of Mr. Howlett, and it is another cold winter. The snow in Canada has never disappointed anyone. The sound seemed to be lost by the snow, and there were a few faint snorts from the stables.

And under the snow, through nearly twenty meters of soil, the screams and roars became more intense.

A huge figure over two and twenty meters in height was gasping for breath. His arms were longer than his knees, and his muscles were as tangled as the roots of an old tree. His arms were slightly bent at his sides, and the sharp claws on his fingertips were stained with blood.

"Well...it's very good, Victor, it's really good. It's improved so much that it actually hurts me." James Howlett said with some surprise.

Looking at the three shallow scars on his shoulders like cat scratches, he turned sideways so that Victor could not see the scars healing suddenly, James then continued: "It seems that Tiger Boxing is really suitable for you.

"

When Victor Rogen heard these words, he did not feel any joy, but instead received a humiliating roar, four canine teeth protruding, and a burst of smoke and dust floated where he stood, silently and without a shadow.

.

"It's still the same old problem..." James shook his head, paused, twisted his hips, turned around, and punched. The air from this punch crackled and hit Victor's cheek as he rushed forward, accompanied by two...

The teeth are flying and the head is slightly twisted.

boom!

Victor fell heavily to the ground, his lower body raised high, and this horizontal fist pinned the giant man to the ground.

"That's it for today."

James put on the robe hanging next to him and motioned for Victor to come up with him. The latter ignored him. He got up and spit out the blood in his mouth, accompanied by foreign objects such as broken teeth, and twisted with a "bang".

After fixing his slightly misaligned neck, he strode up to the giant iron spike and began to practice crazy attacks.

Seeing Victor skillfully and obsessively using the tiger-shaped fist to catch the iron stakes, sparks flying everywhere, even if his fingers were bursting and bleeding, he didn't care. He shook his head helplessly and walked slowly along the stairs.

superior.

One night about two years ago, James once again found Victor who was "relaxing" in the woods. He suggested that there was a good place for him to vent, so he took him to the underground palace.

That day they officially met each other. James admitted that he had a similar "atavism" situation to him, but Victor was not surprised at all. He just remained silent and stabbed the claws on his fingertips silently.

James didn't show his claws, just raised his fist.

That night, he shattered almost all of Victor's bones and organs. Facing the saber-toothed tiger, which had a super self-healing ability second only to his own, he didn't need to hold back at all and used his hands and feet thoroughly.

Victor didn't say a word from beginning to end, only roaring, roaring, and kept getting up, killing, being knocked down, and recovering with the instinct of the beast, until he was exhausted and couldn't get up anymore. The two of them seemed to

There was a special tacit understanding. Neither party explained anything, but just met every few days to have a fight in the underground palace's practice room.

No, seriously speaking, Victor Rogen is only one-sided masochist.

In the days that followed, Victor would train with James in the underground palace every day. James did not deliberately teach Victor boxing, but for a long time, he used the form that he thought was most suitable for Victor.

Fighting with him, Victor quickly learned the physical and spiritual skills of the battle, and it was particularly suitable. The saber-toothed tiger had indescribable adaptability to this killing boxing technique.

Not long after James returned to the study from the secret passage, the butler knocked gently on the door. Butler Wayne knew very well what time of day he was not allowed to go to the study to disturb his young master, so the time he arrived was particularly suitable.

"Master, a letter from Washington." Butler Wayne still used to call James "Master".

After taking the letter and briefly looking at it, he joked to Butler Wayne with a smile: "Someone can't hold it anymore. Get ready, I'm going to Washington tomorrow."

"Yes, Master. Who do you need to arrange to go with us? The American Civil War is imminent, so let Victor accompany you." Butler Wayne suggested with a little worry. James waved his hand: "He has no intention of sending a telegram right now.

, just ask someone from my family in Washington to pick me up, and I’ll go there myself.”

………………

Mr. Abraham Lincoln was just elected as the 16th President of the United States of America last November and took office this year. He is a very charismatic and leadership person. Although he was born in the lower class of the common people, he swept through the country like a storm.

He entered the American political arena and was pushed into the presidential chair. In addition to his personal political skills and abilities, his extremely deep campaign financial resources were also one of the reasons for his election.

What makes the president uneasy is that Mr. James Howlett from Canada has supported him for nearly three years, never showed up, and has not even hinted at any interests of his own.

According to the investigation he obtained, three generations of the Howlett family have risen rapidly in the industrial and real estate fields of the northern United States in recent years. The predecessors were out-and-out manor owners and landowners. The President is never afraid of knowing that someone has something.

What a great desire, but more often than not, the free one is the most expensive.

The White House will host a small banquet for an unknown number of guests tonight. Several maids wearing standard black skirts, white headdresses, and white bibs are busy in front and back. The president's wife, Mary, glanced at her as she walked by carrying utensils, looking a little unfamiliar.

The tall and thin maid walked through the hall and gently opened Lincoln's door.

"Is anyone coming for dinner today?"

Mrs. Mary was a good, graceful and simple woman. She was from a much higher family background than Lincoln.

When he was young, his suitor was a city councilman. At that time, President Lincoln was still studying law on his own while working as a clerk in a grocery store. I don’t know what happened between the two of them, which made this wealthy daughter fall in love with the tall, shy but handsome man.

The showy Mr. Lincoln. Even now that she is in the White House and is the "First Lady", Mary still talks like an ordinary person inviting guests to dinner.

"Ah, yes, that Mr. Howlett, I told you about it."

Mr. President looked at the documents on the table, pushed up his spectacles, raised his head and said to his wife.

"It's that young man. I remember, but I've never seen him before."

"Well, it's just him. The three of us will have a meal together."

Mary nodded and left the room, vaguely wondering who the maid was, and thinking that her memory was a little bad.

evening.

When James stood in front of the White House, he was still a little confused. This was the White House, and it was the White House when Abraham Lincoln was there.

He smiled inexplicably and strode in following the reception official's guidance.

"Mr. President, I have to say, I never thought you were so... tall and heroic." During the greetings after sitting down, James' first words were indeed a bit rude, but it was indeed because he was too surprised.

President Lincoln was 193 centimeters tall, only slightly shorter than the current James. He had broad shoulders and a back as broad as two large cattail fans. When shaking hands, you can feel the thickness and flexibility between the palms. He must have been full of calluses in his early years.

.In addition to his iconic deep facial features and beard, the image of Mr. President really surprised James.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect the legendary 'Mr. Howlett' to be so young!" President Lincoln was as funny and generous as the rumors said. Mrs. Mary also smiled and agreed, asking if Mr. Howlett had a baby.

Wife, what kind of lady do you like?

The host and guest enjoy themselves together.

"Try this dessert. After eating it, my staff once sighed, 'Even if I have to eat this cake often, I have to run for president'!" A tall, thin, slender-faced maid came in and placed the last dessert on the table.

James twitched his nose a few times, and a look of disgust flashed between his brows, as if he smelled something disgusting. After coming back to his senses, he quickly adjusted his state and responded to Mr. President's words, but he was thinking about something from time to time.

After dinner, James was invited to accompany Lincoln to the round hall of the President's office to taste cigars. As he was about to sit down, the President mentioned it as if chatting: "Mr. Howlett, what do you think of America -"

"Sorry! Mr. President, please allow me to be rude again. What room is about ten meters next door?"

Lincoln was a little stunned. He looked at the direction pointed by the young and handsome Mr. Howlett and said hesitantly: "It's the young son's playroom." Mr. President thought to himself, maybe he wanted to find the bathroom?

"Sorry, Mr. President!"

James ducked open the door and went out, sprinted more than ten meters in one step, and opened the door.
Chapter completed!