The Red-Skinned Freak vs. the Butcher

Sing Sing waited for those two seconds, but not a single ghost appeared.

"You're not coming out, huh? You really think this rotten land is your family's heirloom?"

He walked deeper into the area, holding the Pig Butchering Knife upside down in one hand, the solid wood floorboards creaking under his feet.

Old Zhou looked down and rubbed the floor with the sole of his shoe. "Goodness, could this be pure natural red oak?"

To hear a sound, he crouched down and tapped the floor with the back of his knife.

"If I hired a few migrant workers to pry it off, pack it into containers, ship it by sea, and resell it to those old men in Panjiayuan who deal in secondhand furniture, it would at least cover my travel and meal allowance for more than half a month!"

"The project title should be... 'Return payment for building materials used in overseas disaster relief.' If that old bastard Wang Pangzi doesn't approve it, I'll sit outside his office every day and eat green onions!"

Old Zhou was plotting where to steal a shipping container for transnational smuggling when a chill ran down his spine.

His knees buckled, and he slid forward half a meter, skimming the ground, before swinging the hilt of his knife upwards with his right hand.

"Clang!"

Half of the wall was illuminated by a long string of sparks.

Using the recoil, Sing Sing did a backflip to create distance and landed steadily.

He finally got a clear look at the attacker.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting red and black suit and held two gleaming samurai swords in his hands.

"Your red and black outfit looks familiar."

Sing Sing casually loosened his tie, pointed the Pig Butchering Knife at the other man's nose, and said, "Just got off work at the comic convention? Or are you here in the middle of the night to steal manhole covers? Let me tell you, I've got the whole scrap metal business in this area! Don't you even know the rule of first come, first served?!"

The guy in the red and black bodysuit didn't continue attacking; instead, he cupped his face in his hands and made an exaggerated yet coy and shy gesture.

The two white eyes on the mask magically magnified. "My God! My God! Am I that famous now? Even you, a butcher who wandered into an Eastern fantasy film, actually remember Deadpool's name?"

He quickly took a step forward, his tone very urgent.

"Tell me right now! Are Deadpool merchandise selling like hotcakes at the Yiwu Small Commodities Market in China? Did you even buy the rights? Did you leave me any share of the profits?"

Sing Sing listened to the other person's illogical nonsense, a string in his mind finally clicked.

Mutants mercenary, Deadpool.

It is said that he also possesses extremely powerful self-healing abilities. The intelligence reports mentioned that this guy is someone who does things for money.

He wasn't entirely sure of the accuracy of the information, but the only thing he was certain of was that this bastard was mentally unstable.

Old Zhou flicked his wrist, the Pig Butchering Knife flashing in a flourish. "How dare you steal business from my turf! Today I'm going to strip you Xianyu as 'used goods' as compensation for your emotional distress!"

"Oh dear! This is so scary, so scary!"

Deadpool patted his chest in a mocking manner, casually flicking his twin swords outwards. "But that all-black, outdated suit you're wearing looks pretty good. How about I borrow it to pick up girls?"

"I'll send you a used Spider-Man -Man suit in exchange! It'll be brand new!"

Okay, let's ignore the third hand.

The red and black figure had barely finished speaking when he charged forward.

"Hey? Trying to ambush me? I'm a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right, I kill anyone who gets in my way! You red-skinned monster, you think you can strip me? I'm the one who's always the one stripping others!"

Sing Sing didn't back down an inch, and charged straight at the blade.

Deadpool's wrists, elbows, and kneecaps became the relentless targets of the Pig Butchering Knife.

"Dude, your knife skills are absolutely amazing! How many years did you study at which culinary school?"

"Is the tuition expensive there? Does it guarantee job placement after graduation? Is your principal really the guy who drives the excavator in those rumors?"

"Shut up, you red-skinned monster! You're so noisy!"

Sing Sing Chow swiftly cleaved the oncoming left-handed knife in half, then kicked the opponent in the stomach.

Deadpool let out a strange cry and his waist bent backward with extreme flexibility, his right hand slashing directly at Sing Sing's neck.

"Click!"

Sparks flew directly into their faces, and their weapons became stuck together in mid-air.

Deadpool's eyes widened behind his mask as he stared at the broken Pig Butchering Knife: "Wait! Pause right now!"

Deadpool jumped back a large step and quickly retreated from the battle.

He held his samurai sword up to his eyes and examined it carefully in the dim moonlight, then pointed at the Pig Butchering Knife in Sing Sing's hand and stared at it for a long time.

"This is completely unscientific! It totally violates the basic laws of physics in the Marvel Universe!"

He was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot, pointing around and shouting while frantically waving his hands at the air.

"Where's the author?! Where the hell are you?! This episode wasn't written like this at all! Holy crap! I'm holding Adamantium blades! That's the hardest material in the entire universe!"

"How could that cheap, two-dollar Pig Butchering Knife in his hand possibly block it? How come that broken knife didn't even chip a little bit?!"

"If you guys are cheating for him, I'm reporting you and getting your account banned right now!"

Sing Sing sneered disdainfully, "What an ignorant bumpkin! This knife is made of pure Tianshan Cold Iron, a prized possession that has slain eight hundred wild boars!"

"What kind of bullshit is this Tianshan Cold Iron?! What kind of ridiculous setting is that?! Did we accidentally switch channels from a cultivation novel?! I'm not playing with you guys anymore, cold weapons are so outdated, I'm going to pull out my big gun now!"

As he spoke, he squeezed his legs together tightly and reached his hand directly into his crotch.

Sing Sing's eyelids twitched. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, why are they even pulling out crotches in a fight?"

This is a legitimate fight, why are you using such vulgar tactics?

"What, you want to compete with me in concealed weapons? Do you think you're afraid of me?!"

Without hesitation, Old Zhou reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his left hand, his fingertips quickly gripping the handles of two throwing knives.

Two large-caliber Desert Eagles were pulled from Deadpool's crotch.

Just as the fight was about to escalate, a panting sound came from the darkness deep in the corridor.

Even Deadpool, who's always been a chatterbox, stopped what he was doing.

One side of the dilapidated solid wood door was smashed to pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.

A huge figure suddenly rushed out from inside.

Sing Sing got a clear look at what that thing looked like.

The monster had an exaggeratedly thick blue fur and an unusually robust physique, but it was wearing a pair of human pants.

"Enough, Wade! Stop it!"