The Mortal Enemies of a Weakling and an Overthinker

Deadpool stared at the big nose, his mind going blank.

He seemed to smell again the pungent odor of the cornfield, a mixture of black soil and fresh cow dung.

That was a painful memory of being pressed into the mud and relentlessly rubbed against.

Deadpool, suffering a PTSD attack, drew his twin swords, jumped onto the bed, pointed at the two of them, and yelled:

"Heavy gift crabs! Don't come any closer! I'm not afraid of you anymore! I'm a civil servant now! I have a permanent position!"

At the door, Cao Dahua looked tense and immediately judged that this bastard had come seeking revenge.

His hand holding the gun was still trembling slightly. He glanced at the bewildered Sing Sing beside him and hurriedly said, "Y-you-you... Sing Sing, save me! This monster is going to kill me!"

Chan Ka-kui, standing next to him, reacted at the complete opposite extreme.

After recognizing Deadpool, the brute snorted out two puffs of white vapor from his nostrils.

He shoved aside Cao Dahua, who was blocking his way, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed into the ward.

"Fine! You got away last time, but you dare to barge into our station today! We'll settle the score with you today, interest included! I'll smash your head in!"

"Stop!"

Sing Sing raised his hand and shouted to stop them.

He glanced at Deadpool's tense stance, his eyes sweeping back and forth between Cao Dahua and Old Six.

What the hell is wrong with them?

This guy even dares to mess with Magneto, and just a few days ago he sent the Yasukuni Divine Toilet to the sky with a toilet bomb – what a ruthless character!

He's usually so arrogant, but now he's been scared like this by Cao Dahua, who's a complete weakling?

Has the world finally gone mad?

"Put your weapons away, all of you! We're on the same side!"

Deadpool's eyepiece magnified, and he pointed a finger at Chan Ka-kui, his voice tinged with grievance:

"Boss, are these two on our side? When I first came to China to find you, it was this big-nosed guy and that fat guy who chased me and hacked at me for a whole day and night! I've never suffered such an injustice in my life!"

"You have no idea how terrifying they are! That big-nosed guy is practically a zombie without any sense of pain!"

"I stabbed him through the lung, and he didn't even flinch. He pulled the knife out and chased me for three blocks!"

"I used a grenade to blow down the wall and pin him down. Hundreds of pounds of bricks were pressing him down, but he actually lifted the bricks, jumped up, and threw me over his shoulder!"

Chan Ka-kui snorted coldly, his righteous spirit awe-inspiring:

"You littered and destroyed public property. As a law enforcement officer, of course I have to arrest you! What's a few minor injuries!"

Deadpool scoffed, his gaze drifting towards Cao Dahua with a sinister look:

"Big Nose is nothing to worry about, he's just a meat shield at best. But that fat guy... he's the real top-tier assassin!"

Sing Sing paused, his hand still holding his little finger as he picked at his ear. He wondered if his earwax was blocking it.

Top assassin?

He?

Cao Dahua?

Deadpool nodded, his tone serious. "His movement is incredibly skillful! He's always hiding in my blind spot! Every time I prepare to counterattack, his sniper rifle always hits right at my feet, forcing me to change course!"

"That kind of oppressive feeling of manipulating the enemy like a cat playing with a mouse—I've only ever seen it in the most elite assassins! He's a master of micro-management!"

Sing Sing listened to Deadpool's tearful accusations, he looked at Cao Dahua's chubby face.

What the hell is this blind spot?!

Cao Dahua was probably afraid of dying, hiding behind a trash can and blindly firing his gun!

As for hitting near the feet?

That's because his hand was shaking and he missed!

The true value of being a master of human figure outlining—you think this is a joke?

Sing Sing pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to bear shattering the last illusion of a mental patient, so he could only sigh and continue the conversation.

"Alright, that's all a misunderstanding. Cao Dahua and Jiaju are colleagues in the bureau."

"Wade, you're in your probationary period now. We'll be seeing each other all the time, so put the knife away and stop making such a fuss."

Upon hearing Sing Sing confirm the words "one of our own," Cao Dahua's trembling legs miraculously stopped shaking.

The old fox's eyes darted around, and he figured out the current surreal situation.

So this red-skinned guy has already been recruited by Sing Sing!

Most importantly, this guy had an unprecedented and enormous misunderstanding of his own abilities!

What a great opportunity!

Cao Dahua put away his pistol, straightened his back, and adjusted his collar.

The fear on his face vanished, replaced by a smile that suggested he had seen through the world's illusions and felt the loneliness of being at the top.

"Ahem, so you're Sing Sing's friend. You should have said so earlier, or you'd be making a fool of yourself."

Cao Dahua, with his hands behind his back, spoke in a deep, resonant voice:

"Last time I only used half my strength. After all, Heaven cherishes life; if I had gone all out, you would have been a pile of minced meat long ago."

"Those bullets that hit your feet were all warnings to you. Don't be naive."

Upon hearing this, Deadpool was filled with awe.

With a "whoosh," he sheathed his twin swords, folded them back into their sheaths, stood ramrod straight, and looked at Cao Dahua with eyes full of admiration.

"No wonder he's called the 'Grim Reaper lurking in the shadows'! Wade Wilson is utterly impressed by his control over his power!"

Chan Ka-kui, listening nearby, scratched his head in disbelief, while the straightforward, big-nosed man, looking utterly puzzled, contradicted him:

"What nonsense are you spouting? Last time you were clearly terrified, hiding in the cornfield, screaming like a pig being castrated! You even forgot to pull the safety on your gun, and you only accidentally discharged it because you slipped on cow dung..."

"Shut up!"

Cao Dahua broke out in a cold sweat, turned around in a flash and covered Chan Ka-kui's mouth, desperately trying to signal him with his eyes.

"The highest level of intelligence is to appear foolish but actually wise! You brute who only thinks with your muscles, do you even know what tactical camouflage is?! I deliberately created an opening to lure the enemy in!"

Deadpool, listening nearby, nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"That's right! True masters often conceal their fatal flaws in the most comical ways! Shadow Death God, you have completely earned my respect!"

Looking at this absurd scene, Sing Sing felt like his intelligence was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground by these two.

He simply couldn't bear to watch it for even a second longer.

Lao Zhou took two steps forward, grabbed Cao Dahua by the back of his collar, and dragged the fat man aside.

"Alright, enough with the pretense. What were you yelling about at the door just now? Going to eat hot pot, huh?"

It has to be the Tiger of the Serious Crimes Unit.

Upon hearing there was food, Deadpool's attention immediately shifted.

"Hot pot? Is that China dish where you put meat in a bright red broth and cook it? Can I go? Can I go? I swear I absolutely won't kill anyone! I'll bring my own bowl and chopsticks!"

Cao Dahua glanced at Deadpool, then at Sing Sing, and patted his chest, guaranteeing:

"No problem! Since he's Sing Sing's friend, then he's my half-brother, Cao Dahua!"

"This meal's on me. Let's go to the table and get our proportions right!"