Million-Person Evacuation!

Deadpool's head yelled all the way to the red-light district.

Sing Sing entered the safe house and casually tossed him onto the sofa. His head bounced twice and rolled to Shi Xiaoyan's feet.

Deadpool's face is up, and the white cloth around his eyes is squeezed into a comical shape.

"Wow~ Beautiful Lady, would you be interested in going on a date with the world's number one mercenary?"

He smacked his lips and licked them with his tongue.

"I'm just a head now, but my tongue is still very sharp—"

"Duang~"

Shi Xiaoyan kicked Deadpool in the nose, and he slammed into the trash can in the corner with a thud.

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Ichirai Hisako stood at the other end of the sofa, holding a damp towel, and wiped Ueda Kenji's face.

Ueda Kenji lay flat on the mat with a breathing device over his face.

This is filled with a high concentration of sedative gas, just in case he wakes up halfway through and demolishes the house.

"His physical condition is very bad right now, on the verge of genetic collapse, and this gas is the only way to forcibly suppress it."

Saeko Busujima sat next to Shi Xiaoyan, with a samurai sword resting on her lap.

Old Zhou went to the bar, poured himself a martini, took a sip, and leaned against the bar. "Great, everyone's here, and they're all in high spirits. Let's have a short meeting now."

He raised his glass and swirled it. "I hereby declare the mission to Japan a complete success!"

Deadpool, who had rolled out of the trash can, started yelling again, "Boss, what about my gift? It got blown up! And my body's still in the mental hospital!"

"You've brought back the most useless parts of your body; the rest, whether they grow long or not, won't affect your ability to spout nonsense."

Sing Sing Chow meticulously planned the arrangements, counting on his fingers, "The evacuation of a million people will begin at 10 PM tonight. Pack whatever you want to take now!"

After arranging the business, Old Zhou sat down next to Saeko Busujima: "Saeko, contact Ito Shinji and Serizawa Tamao and their gang."

"Hmm... let's also invite Teacher Xiaomei and the perverted devil Tsukasa."

Saeko Busujima looked up, her eyes clear. "Is Mori going to treat them to dinner?"

Sing Sing crossed his legs and shook his toes.

"Yeah, they've helped me a lot, so I can't just leave like that. I have to arrange a farewell dinner."

He touched his chin, looking pained.

"Although it will cost a lot of money, I should be able to get reimbursed by Director Wang when I get back?"

Saeko Busujima thought for a moment.

"How about we eat at my place? Restaurants outside are easily targeted. I can arrange a barbecue, which would be more convenient."

Old Zhou's eyes lit up. Great news!

This saves on venue and food costs!

"Oh, Saeko-chan, you're such a sweet little angel!"

A scraping sound came from the trash can. Deadpool, leaning against the newly grown pink flesh under his neck, crawled like a maggot to Sing Sing's feet.

"I want to go too! I'm the hero who blew up the God Toilet! Why can't I go?"

He rubbed his chin against Old Zhou's leather shoes, "I want to eat A5 Wagyu beef, I want to eat thick-cut beef tongue. If you don't give it to me, I'll go to the labor bureau and report you for withholding migrant workers' wages."

Sing Sing bent down, grabbed the little tuft of hair on the top of Deadpool's mask, lifted him by the head, walked into the bathroom, threw Deadpool into the sink, and turned on the faucet.

"You should soak in the water for a while first. We can talk about barbecue once your legs have grown long enough to wear pants."

The water splashed onto Deadpool's face.

"Glug... glug... the water's too cold, could you turn on some hot water?"

Sing Sing picked up the toilet brush next to him and stirred the water in the sink a couple of times. "You think this is a bathhouse? Do you want us to assign you a body scrubber?"

"Yes! Yes! I want a female masseuse! Preferably one wearing black stockings, and with a gentle touch!"

Five o'clock in the afternoon, in the backyard of the Busujima Family.

Mitsuhashi Takashi grabs the meat, Ito Shinji protects the plate.

"You've already eaten three plates, leave some for others. Is that head of blond hair from eating too much meat?"

Mitsuhashi Takashi pointed the clip at him and made a groundhog face. "Your urchin head looks like that from eating too much sashimi! Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're tall!"

Serizawa Tamao knocked away Genji Takiya's outstretched hand with a chopstick.

Genji Takiya glared back defiantly, "What! If you're so tough, let's go outside and fight one-on-one!"

Serizawa Tamao slammed his chopsticks down. "A one-on-one fight it is! Whoever wins gets the meat!"

Hayashida Megumi sat to the side, eating meat in silence, ignoring the argument around her.

Kumiko Yamaguchi arrived with her classmates, including the blond and red-haired boys.

Eikichi Onizuka was also among them, carrying two dozen beers and grinning lewdly.

"Come on, let's drink until we drop! Teacher Xiaomei, look how beautiful the moon is tonight, why don't we discuss the true meaning of life?"

Daken had changed his name, was also summoned by Sing Sing.

Daken was very enthusiastic towards his classmates, perhaps knowing that this was the last time he would see them. He snatched a can of sake from Eikichi Onizuka and started chugging it down.

Saeko Busujima, dressed in plain-colored home clothes, used tongs to place the grilled Wagyu beef onto the plate in front of Sing Sing.

Her movements were gentle, and she would refill Old Zhou's glass of wine from time to time, making her the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Sing Sing picked up his wine glass and swirled it around.

The noise in the courtyard stopped, and everyone looked at him.

Old Zhou cleared his throat and loosened his tie a little.

"I owe you all a favor for surviving this trip. I'm not good with nice words, but I wish you all less beatings and more meat in the future!"

With his mouth stuffed full, Mitsuhashi Takashi asked, "Boss, after you leave, who's in charge of Toyo High School?"

"The school's practically turned into an open-air toilet by your kids, and you're still eyeing the boss?"

Sing Sing Chow tapped his head with his chopsticks. "Remember this: there are no bosses in Toyo High Schools, only rules."

Everyone burst into laughter, wine glasses and soda glasses clinked together, and the meat on the table was replaced several times.

As the meal was drawing to a close, Mariko, along with Yukio and Amiko, got up to say goodbye. Logan followed them to the courtyard gate, where the two talked for a long time through the gate.

Sing Sing leaned against a pillar, peeling a peanut in his hand, watching the two reluctant figures.

"The dialogue is so outdated! It's like something out of a 1980s Qiong Yao drama."

He popped a peanut into his mouth and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Old Goldhead is like an iron tree blossoming, quite the romantic one, still indulging in 'eighteen farewells' at his age, doesn't he worry about hurting his back..."

Sing Sing buttoned up his suit jacket, put on his top hat, and prepared to leave.

Saeko Busujima chased after him a few steps, calling out to him with tears in her eyes.

"Sen Sai, is it really possible to see each other again in the future?"

Sing Sing reached out and ruffled her bangs, then took a small object from his suit pocket and placed it in her palm.

"Take this. This is the peerless weapon I passed down to you. Seeing it is like seeing me."

Saeko Busujima grasped the small object with both hands and tore off the newspaper covering it.

Inside was a plastic Pig Butchering Knife model toy, with a line of pinyin printed on the handle.

When they looked up again, the figure in the black suit had already led Daken and Ichirai Hisako out of the courtyard.

It's almost 10 o'clock.

The safe house was filled with special storage boxes, and Deadpool, draped in a curtain, was jumping around the room.

Wandering Girl with a lollipop in her mouth appeared in the middle of the living room, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Good heavens, so many boxes? Are you trying to kill me with exhaustion?!"

"The capable should do more, right? When we get back, I'll treat you to braised pork knuckle rice with two Nick Fury."

As everyone gathered together, Old Zhou took off his top hat, pressed it to his chest, and grinned at Liu Jianyi beside him.

"The Japan version of Fight Back to School has wrapped filming!"

Liu Jianyi stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Finished filming my ass! I'm still stuck in this lousy place, and I still have to clean up your mess."

Sing Sing walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Lao Liu... the time has come for the organization to test you. You can enjoy the wonderful life here slowly."

Liu Jianyi pushed his hand away impatiently, his face full of disgust.

"Get out, get out of here right now, I hate looking at you."

Sing Sing laughed heartily, turned around, and walked into the blue-purple light path.