The Marvel Universe's Number One Wisecracking Swordsman

"We have too many enemies in this country. So many that we're barely able to breathe."

The professor drew several circles on the ground with his cane.

Magneto's Brotherhood of Mutants, the Hellfire Club, and the Marauders —these three organizations are constantly causing trouble, ruining the reputation of Mutants.

"Bolivar Trask, that madman, dreams of creating Sentinels to wipe us out; William Stryker? A hate fanatic, ruthless and utterly devoid of any moral compass."

"The most terrifying thing is those 'Friends of Humanity' who are everywhere. They incite hatred, instigate street violence, and drive Mutants to the brink of despair through public opinion and discrimination. They have no hands, yet they can use social consensus to drive our children to jump into rivers. I have long since lost all hope in this country, and now I can only watch them struggle in the mud."

A strange light flashed in Professor X's cloudy eyes as he looked at his friend.

"This world is rotten to the core. Only an outlier who plays by his own logic can tear a hole in this impenetrable web. Did you see any discrimination in his eyes when he assigned the Longneck the job of cleaning up hornet's nests?"

The Beast carefully recalled Sing Sing's expression just now and honestly shook his head, "No, not really. His eyes were full of greed for exploiting cheap labor, like he was eyeing a free gas cylinder."

"That's right." The professor gave a helpless yet expectant smile.

"In his eyes, there is no difference between Mutants and ordinary people, only between those who can work and those who can't! He spouts nonsense and acts without any rhyme or reason. I want to see if this Easterner, who's always calculating economics, can actually find a way to survive in this rotten world."

On the other side, outside the abandoned, rusty iron gate of the X Academy, Sing Sing muttered curses under his breath.

"A red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles in the middle of the night costs at least two hundred dollars. That tightwad Wang Pangzi will definitely not reimburse the full amount. Should I just find a freight train and sleep on the floor? No, no, the wind is too strong and I could easily get facial paralysis. That would be considered non-work-related disfigurement, and it's too difficult to get it recognized as a work injury."

The tree branches overhead shook violently, and a gust of cold wind rushed straight to the back of my head.

Two Adamantium longswords crossed in a cross shape and slashed towards Sing Sing's neck.

"Holy crap!" Sing Sing instinctively slid forward, his body shifting forward half a meter in a bizarre manner.

The Tian Shan Cold Iron Pig Butchering Knife was drawn.

"When!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Sing Sing used the momentum to turn around and delivered a powerful slash that deflected both swords.

The assassin in the red and black bodysuit, who had posed in the tree and was ready to make a dashing parachute landing, never expected his prey to hide so cleverly.

He was in mid-air, his legs spread wide.

The crotch of the tight-fitting clothes got caught on a rough, protruding tree branch.

"Sizzle!"

The red and black figure lost its balance and crashed to the ground, performing a perfect split.

"Aww!"

Deadpool threw down his knife, clutching his crotch and rolling around on the ground frantically, yelling, "My little Deadpool! It's broken! Author, you bastard, you tricked me! There's something wrong with the tree's model, the positioning is off! Director, this doesn't count, I need to reload!"

Sing Sing silently took two steps back, took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and pointed it at the red-skinned monster on the ground. "You're trying to scam me, aren't you? I didn't even touch you. There are no security cameras around here, but I have a recording. Don't expect to extort money from me for emotional distress and medical expenses!"

Deadpool sprang back to life with a somersault, picked up his twin swords, twirled them, and struck a stylish starting pose.

Surprise! Wade Wilson, the Marvel Universe's number one scoundrel, has made his grand entrance!

Deadpool

"You idiot! What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?! Don't you have any sense of sportsmanship?!"

Deadpool quickly sheathed his twin swords back in his back, then scurried over and scratched the back of his head vigorously through the red hood.

"Hey boss, don't be angry! I'm just doing my pre-employment training! And I'm also giving our viewers a little treat by showing off my superb knife skills and sexy buttocks."

Deadpool wiggled his butt as he spoke.

Does it stick up or not?

"Besides, Stryker is such a cheapskate, dragging his feet on the final payment, but at least I got 10% of his deposit. As a mercenary with an stellar reputation in the industry, I have to pretend to put in some effort and wield a few swords, lest the author cut my screen time!"

Sing Sing was so angry he laughed, while Wang Pangzi always felt like he was sick.

After getting to know this red-skinned monster in front of him, he realized that he was at most a mild case of ADHD.

This bastard is a seriously mentally ill person who forgot his brainstem in the womb!

"Dad! Shall we go to Los Angeles now? Will you reimburse the travel expenses? I heard that the hot girls there wear bikinis on the beach even in the dead of winter! I want to apply for a job as a bikini sunscreen applicator!"

"I want to see Hollywood actresses' unspoken rules! Brother Zhou, my dear dad! Take me with you! I swear I won't peep at you while you shower! Otherwise, I'll climb into your bed every night and sing the Titanic theme song in your ear!"

Sing Sing hates two types of people the most in his life.

The first type is the leader who refuses to sign off on expense reports.

The second type is the kind of mentally ill person who's like a plaster that's stuck on and can't be peeled off.

"Okay, you want to go to Los Angeles, right?"

Sing Sing flicked his Pig Butchering Knife, his wrist twisting, and a layer of visible white steam rose from the blade.

"I'll give you a free ride today, a physical salvation, straight to the Western Paradise, without even having to wait at a traffic light!"

Deadpool was so frightened that he waved his hands and jumped back. Sing Sing pushed off with his feet and flew over.

"The Blind Massage Hands: The Cook Ding Cuts Up an Ox's Skill in Carving an Ox!"

There was no slashing with the Blade, only the back of the blade striking the stress points of the human joints and tendons.

Deadpool saw stars.

It feels like there's a group of winged Deadpools wearing pink diapers blowing trumpets in front of me.

He felt no pain in any of his joints; instead, he experienced a strange, tingling sensation that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Ouch... wait a minute... Brother Zhou, your technique, wow, it feels pretty good? Give me a couple more strokes on my left shoulder, yes, right there, ouch, my old, cold shoulder..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool went limp with a "thud," and the twin swords in his hands fell to the ground.

He was completely limp and collapsed into a puddle of red mud.

The Healing Factor was working wildly in his body, but Sing Sing's Internal Energy blocked the transmission of neurons, and for a short time he couldn't even lift a finger.

Sing Sing sheathed his sword, pulled a crumpled A4 contract from his suit pocket, and knelt down in front of Deadpool.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Top-tier bone-setting massage, two hundred dollars a session, but I'll give you a discounted price because we're acquaintances."

As Old Zhou spoke, he didn't hold back in touching Deadpool's clothes, thoroughly groping his red and black bodysuit.

Finally, hidden in the crevice of his waistband, concealed by his bodysuit, he pulled out a wad of warm US dollars.

Deadpool lay sprawled on the ground, only his mouth still able to babble.

"Robbers! Bandits! That's my secret stash of money for buying limited-edition unicorn plushies! You can't take my wife's dowry!"

Sing Sing slapped the US dollars in his hand, then smugly stuffed them into his pocket, casually patting Deadpool's tearful mask.

"Take good care of the house, bye-bye!"