Chapter 203: Leaving Switzerland

Henry's luggage upon leaving was not much. Besides personal clothes and supplies, there was only the computer set he had moved to Switzerland, which he needed to move back to Los Angeles. Apart from that, he had no other private belongings.

Early the next morning after the reading of Lady He Ben's will, a taxi, having been contacted by phone to pick him up for the airport, arrived at this quiet small farm.

While loading his luggage into the car, Henry also had to dodge the harassment of those five dogs. Nearby, Robert laughed and said, "Henry, look, they seem very reluctant to see you leave."

"No, these dogs just want to cause trouble, right?" Henry said with some annoyance, having just gently kicked away a dog that had lifted its leg, preparing to urinate on a cardboard box.

Looking at Robert's calm face, Henry suddenly remembered something and asked, "Yesterday, in the lady's will, it seemed nothing was left for you?"

"How could there be nothing? These five dogs." Robert said while petting the dogs, laughing. He added, "The things Audrey wanted to give me, she gave them to me in ordinary times. The things she wanted to say, she said them in ordinary times."

"That time was just when she left something behind and told everyone how to distribute it. Because you never asked her for anything, that's why she mentioned you specially at that time."

"Actually, I would have preferred if she told me in ordinary times." Henry said with a hint of helplessness.

"Haha, this is my privilege. Anyway, have a safe trip. If you need help, you can contact me anytime." Robert extended a hand, saying words of farewell.

Henry shook his hand and said, "I will. Please take care of yourself too."

Just as Henry guessed, neither Robert, Xiao En, nor Luca intended to invite him to stay. Even if they had at first, the gift worth five hundred thousand dollars in the lady's will would have dissuaded them.

No matter how they planned to use the inheritance left by the lady, reducing one person who could meddle would only bring benefits, not harms.

So they all tacitly agreed not to express any opinion on the publication of Henry's manuscript or that signed photo. Anyway, those things indeed were hard to count as part of Lady He Ben's inheritance, or valuable enough to fight over.

This could be considered the end of our fate, Henry thought, yet he felt little regret.

And beside them, there was another person waiting to leave together. That was the Phoenix, Jean Grey.

She, who had helped until the funeral banquet ended yesterday, finally seized an opportunity to get away. Or rather, she actually wanted to find a place to belong, but since that lady was gone, she had no reason to stay.

So today, taking this opportunity, she left together with Henry.

Henry had invited her himself; he was not so heartless as to leave her behind. Very gentlemanly, he opened the door for this lady. After both got into the car, Henry said in French, "Geneva International Airport."

The driver then started the car and drove off.

"Are you going back to the United States?" Jean asked the person beside her.

"Yes."

"How are you going back?"

"By plane, of course." Henry took out his passport and shook it, saying, "Stamp the entry and exit, enter legally."

"Tsk!" Jean Grey, who could be considered to have sneaked out of the country, naturally could not return openly. Besides, if she could travel around the world, where was the need to go to such great lengths to take a plane? Still, she asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wow, big sister, asking so specifically, you wouldn't want to follow me, would you?" Henry said.

"No!" Jean Grey turned her head to refuse, showing quite a bit of unwillingness to continue talking. But a moment later, she said again, "I have already decided to return to New York."

"Hmm, good, I'm returning to Los Angeles."

Suddenly turning her head back, her dangerous look made Henry almost fly out the window directly. He quickly changed the subject and asked, "You are going back to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, right? —"

The Phoenix didn't have the heart to say that the school had already been renamed 'Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters' by the new principal, Mystique. One of the purposes she wanted to return for was probably to tear down that sign.

"—aren't you afraid of trouble from the US government?"

"These days I have contacted Raven, and she also thinks the government is not a big problem. As long as I want to return, I can return anytime."

Change the name, deny it to the death, what's the big deal?

Magneto's Genosha island sheltered even more wanted criminals. Except for individual cases that were too serious, or things that had just happened and were still fresh, did the US military ever storm the door demanding people?

What the US government has always wanted is control, not justice. Those terrorists and wanted criminals with names and surnames, guess how many are raised by the CIA.

And the time spent by Jean Grey following Henry and taking care of Lady Audrey He Ben for over ten days made her regain more humanity and memories.

The confusion before, in lonely wandering, did not get alleviated or enlightened; it just made her dig her heels in deeper, falling into the emotional trap she wove for herself.

But contact with people melted the layer of hard ice wrapped around her emotions. Especially the contact with that lady's frail body, that warmth that seemed to vanish in an instant, made her crave contact with people even more.

So these days Jean Grey tried to secretly get in touch with the X-Men. She wanted to return, not necessarily to expose herself to the public again, but to return to her place of belonging.

Henry did not criticize such thoughts; instead, he said, "That is very good. Having a place to return to is, no matter what, better than having no place to return to."

"Then what are you going to do in Los Angeles? Why not come back to New York with me? With your abilities, you can definitely play a big role in the X-Men." Jean opened her mouth to invite.

Henry directly returned a disgusted expression meaning "What nonsense are you talking?"

Going to the center of cosmic disasters, New York, was one thing, but squatting in the stinking mutant shit pit? If it weren't that I myself don't have telepathic abilities, there shouldn't be any business with you mutants in my life. Understand?

Sensing that the other party's killing intent kept rising because of his expression, Henry hurriedly said, "Los Angeles is great. I still have a rented house in Los Angeles, and I haven't cancelled it yet. If I don't go back and stay for a while, isn't that a waste?"

Hearing this reason that wasn't really a reason, Jean Grey immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation.

Who said the technique of playing hard to get could arouse people's desire for challenge? Clearly, being a simp is better. Jean Grey now just wanted to go back and find Scott. Cyclops is so cute; tease him from time to time, and he even knows how to get jealous.

Seeing this troublesome person no longer speak, Henry was also happy not to speak.

Although not knowing where the limit of what he could do truly lay, Henry could confirm one thing: the Phoenix, possessing the Phoenix Force, was absolutely one of the ceiling-level combat forces in this world.

Following the principle that the greater the ability, the greater the trouble, and thus the greater the responsibility, such a person should be avoided from afar if possible.

However, Jean's question also made Henry face a problem seriously. That is, what should he do after returning to Los Angeles?

Continue mixing in the film crew, being a small actor?

It feels quite meaningless after witnessing that glamorous yet filthy world.

Taking advantage of these years when Moore's Law went berserk, establish his own status in the information industry, and turn the name of Big Shot CK into a legend?

Henry never thought about exposing this alias. The louder a hacker's name rings, isn't it like telling the police, "Hurry up and catch me"?

So making the CK legend can be done, but it must be done secretly; on the surface, there must still be a job as a cover. Besides, his savings haven't reached the level where he can retire early; he needs income.

A salted fish life is indeed about eating and waiting to die. But one cannot just have 'waiting to die' without 'eating'. The taste of starving to death is too unbearable; even though the time he experienced was only starving to the brink of death, Henry didn't want to try it again.

(End of this chapter)