The ice domain disappeared as Aron released his power. The air was still cold, but the snowstorm had stopped. Aron took a deep breath and looked at the shattered bodies around him. He didn't feel any guilt for them. They deserved it. He touched the ground and used his Phoenix flames to burn every single trace of DNA from Shaw, Azazel, and their teammates. He knew about Azazel's power of immortality and magic. So, there was a chance that he might somehow come back to life. But before the Phoenix Force, his power of immortality and magic was useless.

Then he left the warehouse.

Outside, the others were waiting for him. All this time, he had been hiding his ability to use multiple powers, and the Professor went his way to manipulate their minds, but after using that firepower, hiding wasn't an option anymore. Back then, he was weak. That changed. The present Aron is strong, probably strongest with the Phoenix Force under his control.

Kitty ran up to him. " Are you alright? What about Shaw?" she asked. The others followed behind her and stood before him. They were worried about him and confused as to how he came that fast, not to mention using other powers than ice.

Aron smiled. "Don't worry. I took care of him." He looked at Jean. "How is she doing?"

Logan said, "She's still knocked out, but fine."

"Good. You guys go back," Aron said.

"What about you?" Scott asked.

Aron glanced at Jean and answered, "I'm going to going to take a long walk."

He planned to raid the Hellfire Club branches and destroy them completely to prevent another situation like this from happening and probably discover the real identity of the original body he was cloned from. If it's All For One, then things would become dangerous in the future, and considering how he himself didn't take steps and send Shaw for the job, Aron was certain that if his prediction is correct then All For One might be in a weakened state. He might stand a chance. And if his prediction is wrong and it isn't All For One, that's even better, he'll just get rid of them.

"Don't even think about going to the Hellfire Club," Psylocke said. She knew what he was planning.

[Bamf!] Aron disappeared from their sight leaving a black smoke behind.

"He's going there, isn't he?" Logan asked.

"Yes," Psylocke said. She turned around. "Let's head back. Scott, call Agent O and ask her to take care of the scene."

...

[Meanwhile] [New York] [Hellfire strip club] [Back to Aron's first Person POV]

I appeared around the alley of a strip club, the world spinning slightly as I steadied myself. Teleportation was… different. It felt like being sucked into a black hole, then spit out the other side. Definitely something I'd need to get used to.

"Alright. Time to change my looks," I muttered to myself. With Azazel's power now flowing through me, a bit of concentration gave me access to some shapeshifting abilities. I felt my face shift, my body adapting to a different form, though I'd need new clothes to match if I was going to make it inside. Oh, as for whom I transformed into? It was one of the mafia bosses from my past life. An arrogant fucker with a good face.

Well, I used my super speed to go to the nearest clothing store, picked a nice suit, wore it, and like a good citizen paid through the QR code for it before speeding out. Everyone is making a living out there, so stealing things just like that might have cost that poor receptionist or worker their job.

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Now, I stood outside the strip club, the lights flashing outside and a bouncer standing by the door. Well, this should be fun. I walked up, the man staring at me with narrowed eyes as I approached.

He put a hand out, blocking me from entering.

"VIP night today. Show your card." He said in a gruff voice, his muscles bulging underneath a tight black shirt.

I used my mind control on him and took a peek at his memories which I shouldn't have. Now, I feel sorry for him.

This guy's name is Thinkers. What kind of parents name their kids, Thinkers? His mother was a stripper and his dad, well, one of her mother's regulars. His wife cucked him with one of the other bouncers, who is this guy's boss because he couldn't satisfy her with his pinky. He took many pills and even Chinese medicine. Hahaha, he got scammed. Now, he found out, but couldn't divorce her because he didn't want to lose 50%. And every now and then, his boss swings by his house to fuck his wife and mom. And this guy just takes it. Eew. That's one messed up situation. As a result, he trolls others on the Internet, especially on Webnovel. [Death to the trolls]

"I just showed you my card, what the fuck are you still blocking me for?"

His eyes turned glassy for a second. "My mistake sir," he muttered. "Go right in." He stepped aside, letting me pass.

I passed him by, keeping my arrogant face.

I stepped into the club, greeted by the flash of red and purple lights illuminating the dark interior. Heavy bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor, mingling with the scent of alcohol and smoke. The place was packed; people crowded around tables, dancing on platforms, and lounging in private booths. Waitresses in tight dresses walked through, serving drinks, while men in suits exchanged cash, doing deals. Others simply enjoyed the company of women dressed in almost nothing, laughing and blowing smoke from cigars or something stronger.

Then there was this VIP area where naked women were dancing and those closed-door booths, better than the outer ones, but more expensive.

I walked deeper into the club, the noise washing over me, and I focused on keeping my expression that of a man used to this kind of scene. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. As I moved through, I casually reached out with my mind, feeling the thoughts and emotions around me. These people were pretty easy to read. They were mostly thinking about sex, booze, drugs or money. Sometimes all four at the same time.

Well, their life and money, who am I to get in their way and judge them? Heck, I love sex and money, minus the booze and drugs.

A few were plotting to kill each other yet they were laughing and drinking together without a care in the world. Ha, one of them, or probably both of them would get killed tonight. Oh, the reason some might ask... One guy is fucking the other guy's wife and the other guy is fucking the first guy's mom. Both of them found out about each other, but no one said anything and just enjoying the night for now.

It's like watching a bad drama.

And another group of guys, one of them was actually a woman. They were planning to do a BDSM session later in the VIP area.

Damn, I'm getting distracted. I need to get back on track and focus.

"Hey baby, wanna have some fun?"

A milf in an expensive red dress stepped up beside me, her face covered in makeup and her boobs almost popping out of her top. Those are silicon-stuffed tits, no doubt. She even has a branded bag in her left hand. She's a VIP.

"I could really use some young meat," she said, tracing a finger across my chest. "What do you say? I'll eat your ass if you want."

I read her mind and she was really high and horny as fuck. Her name is Victoria and she's 48. A divorced housewife with a kid in college. She comes here often, and hunts young men to sleep with. She likes it when they're young and dominant. And she definitely has a thing for eating asses.

Well, that's a messed up woman.

"Thanks for the offer, but maybe another time," I told her.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy. I know you want it. Just follow me and I'll give you a night you'll never forget." She said and moved to pull me away, but I stopped her using telepathy and made her go away.

That was weird.

I went up to the VIP area. I needed to find someone who knew the inner workings of this place. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll find Emma Frost tonight.

Three guards stood stationed at the end of the hallway, guarding a black door. I could sense they were sharper than the average bouncers, maybe even mutants themselves.

Focusing on their thoughts, I sifted through the surface noise. Ah, there it was—A hidden elevator leading down to the basement. The place had private rooms and cages, with mutant girls put on display for their so-called "VIPs." The people who frequented that area had a taste for power and control, more often than not getting off on dehumanizing others. And it wasn't just any mutants; they made sure it was someone rare or particularly vulnerable.

Emma Frost was here tonight. She was deep in that basement, overseeing things in her usual aloof manner, likely dressed in white and basking in her status. The guards were jittery; Emma had given strict orders not to be interrupted.

Alright, game time.