Using Your Hand to Slap Your Face

"Waiting for an idiot in red?"

Deadpool finally realized the other person was talking about him, and jumped up in a rage to retort:

"Hey! This is called burgundy red! Do you, an old-fashioned person wearing a leather coat, know anything about fashion?"

Enraged, Deadpool decided to abandon all martial ethics and stealthily reached for the grenade at his lower back with his right hand.

As soon as he raised his hand, an unidentified object flew out and hit the ground between the two of them.

Deadpool looked down and saw it was a rotten apple that had been bitten in half and was turning yellow.

What the heck?

Isn't this the midnight snack he didn't finish yesterday?

He quickly looked down and touched the tactical pocket on his lower back; it was empty.

Looking up again, Yan Shuangying was holding the grenade in his left hand, while his right index finger was hooking the pin and spinning it.

The Seventh Tales of Yan Shuangying's Rules:

No matter what you do next, Yan Shuangying will always be one step ahead of you.

Deadpool gasped and yelled, "Are you some kind of pickpocket?! Give me back my pineapple!"

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshot drowned out Deadpool's hoarse voice, and a bullet grazed his head.

The Sixth Tales of Yan Shuangying's Rules:

Don't speak loudly to Yan Shuangying, or he'll pull out a gun and tell you that the gunshot is louder than your voice.

Yan Shuangying blew away the white smoke rising from the muzzle of his gun and tucked the revolver, which was comparable to a hand cannon, back into his belt. "I don't like people yelling at me."

Deadpool, clutching his ringing ears, jumped up and down. "Fuck! You old bastard! Put down your gun and let's fight one-on-one!"

"Oh? You think you can win by putting down your gun?"

"Nonsense! I'm an immortal man! I could wear you down to death here! You've kicked a nut... no, you've kicked a steel plate!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a size 43 leather boot was imprinted on Deadpool's chest.

Yan Shuangying's kick caused Deadpool's chest to cave in, sending him flying and crashing into two rows of iron frames.

Yan Shuangying's Strange Rules, Part Thirty-Four:

Don't answer Yan Shuangying's questions; every additional word you say brings you one step closer to death.

"Cough cough cough..."

Even so, Deadpool, who had crawled out of the scrap heap, was still babbling on. "Damn it, a sneak attack?"

The longsword that had fallen to the ground when he was knocked away was right at his feet. Driven by malice, Deadpool grabbed the hilt and lunged forward.

Yan Shuangying remained expressionless. With a flick of his toe, another long sword fell into his palm, and he raised his hand and swung it.

Deadpool, noticed a light touch on his right as a familiar arm flew past his eyes.

"A generous crab! That's my right hand! I need it to write my resume!"

Before he could even cover his wound, Yan Shuangying caught the still-bleeding severed arm and weighed it in his hand.

The weight is just right.

Using his severed arm like a fly swatter, Yan Shuangying delivered a heavy blow to Deadpool's face.

"Smack!"

Deadpool was hit and spun halfway around on the spot.

Before he could even stand up straight, he was slapped again and spun half a circle back.

"Smack!"

"I told you not to talk too much."

"Smack!"

"I'll teach you to shout."

"Smack!"

I'm making you wear burgundy.

"Smack!"

The loud slap echoed through the warehouse.

Deadpool was slapped so hard by his own hand that he felt dizzy and his head was buzzing.

"Stop! Stop! The defense has been breached! This time it's completely breached!"

Deadpool, covering his face with one hand, squatted on the ground and wailed, "You hit me with my own hand, is that domestic violence or self-harm? I'm going to the labor bureau to report you for illegally using child laborers' organs!"

Yan Shuangying casually tossed the severed arm in front of him and grabbed a newspaper from the table to wipe his hands.

"Now, can we speak properly?"

Deadpool picked up his severed arm with a pitiful expression, trying to piece it back together on his shoulder wound. "Big brother, ask away! I'll answer anything you ask! Just don't hit my face with my hand again, my newly implanted chin is all crooked from being slapped."

In the wind and snow.

Deadpool sniffled, "That's how it is. That guy's a cheat code in human skin!"

"He asked about Mueller and then left. I later went to Silver Peak's New York branch and chopped off one of their supervisor's fingers to force him to show me the surveillance footage."

"Here it is."

Deadpool took out his phone and showed it to Sing Sing.

In the scene, Agent Zero shoots and kills the crippled Mueller.

"I wanted to tell you this, so I looked everywhere for you! I first met with that bald guy, and he said you'd gone back to China."

"I went to your country, and ended up being chased and hacked at for a whole day and night."

"Later, having no other choice, I went to find the Woman of Destiny. She said, 'You're here,' so I came!"

"How's it going, Director Zhou? Will I get a bonus?"

Sing Sing was a little down, but he quickly recovered.

Mueller has said everything he needed to say; keeping him around is only in the hope that he will betray Silver Peak and act as a witness in the end.

Now that things have come to this, the matter with Silver Peak can only be handled by the second and fifth brothers.

Didn't you mention me to that guy in the leather jacket?

Deadpool looked at Sing Sing with some surprise. "Why bring you up? Do you owe him money?"

"You idiot! He's my colleague!"

Deadpool exclaimed in sudden realization, "Oh! No wonder you all have the same skin color!"

"Alright, in that case, our main concern now is how to survive tonight in this sub-zero temperature, otherwise we'll turn into two Mount Fuji -themed popsicles by tomorrow morning."

Sing Sing was furious and slapped Deadpool on the head. "Screw you! Fix your damn belt!"

Deadpool covered his head in frustration. "This thing is going through cyber menopause! It needs emotional support, it needs to be comforted!"

"I'm not kidding you!"

The two started tearing and wrestling, and Sing Sing took a step back.

A soft "crackling" sound came from underfoot.

"Wait a minute." Sing Sing looked down and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

Deadpool blinked. "Avalanche?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the snow beneath their feet collapsed in a large area without warning.

A bottomless void was revealed.

"Ahh!"

Two screams pierced the wind and snow.

Unlucky duo

They tumbled and rolled through the dark snow cave, finally slamming into a steaming pool of water with two splashes.

Sing Sing frantically thrashed himself out of the water and opened his eyes.

It is surrounded by an exquisite Japanese-style wooden garden.

Wooden wine saucers floated on the water, and there was even a bamboo tube with water flowing nearby.

"Spa?"

Deadpool popped his head out of the water and exclaimed with delight, "Great place! I love taking a bath!"

"Baka yarou!"

A furious shout came from behind the two of them.

Sing Sing turned his head.

Across the pool, amidst the swirling steam, a dozen or so naked, heavily tattooed Japan men were watching the two uninvited guests.

The sliding door next to the hot spring was open.

A Legion henchmen dressed in black suits, carrying samurai swords, rushed out, their Blades all pointed at the two people in the pond.

Deadpool remained completely unfazed, even casually picking up a wooden wine saucer floating on the water and smelling it.

He waved wildly at the menacing-looking gangsters on the shore. "Hey! Good evening, fellow actors! Are you filming a Yakuza bathhouse action movie?"

Count me in! I'll act in it for free!