At the sound of that sultry voice, the attendants parted, and a beautiful figure emerged from within.
The woman had a head of blonde hair and lips painted with poison-blue lipstick.
She wore a skirt that glittered like crushed diamonds. Most striking of all were her thighs—thick enough to crush a man.
Combined with the sultry air she exuded...
"Mom!"
Deadpool blurted out.
"Wha—?"
Li Ang was stunned. Even the woman in front of them couldn't help twitching her lips.
With impeccable poise, she said, "Sorry, I don't have a son as old as you."
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief. They'd really thought she was the White Queen's son.
That's right. She was the famous White Queen of the Hellfire Club.
Emma Frost!
Deadpool finally caught on. He coughed twice, then explained to Li Ang, "Ahem. Don't blame me. It's those Marvel Showdown players. They see the White Queen and start calling her 'Mom.'"
"But here's the real question: why hasn't Marvel Showdown added me yet?"
Deadpool asked Li Ang, "Do they not know I'm the only one who can save Marvel?"
That reminded Li Ang of the White Queen in Marvel Showdown.
The real woman was even more stunning than the game version.
Sultry. Mature and commanding.
No wonder Deadpool had lost his composure.
She was completely Li Ang's type, too.
The White Queen watched the two of them whispering and frowned.
Li Ang looked at her and said, "We're from somewhere else. We're just here looking for someone."
"Who?"
White Queen Emma Frost asked coolly.
"Wolverine Logan."
Li Ang replied.
The White Queen looked the two of them over, then said, "You'll see him soon enough."
"Couldn't ask for more."
Li Ang smiled. "But before that, how about buying me a drink?"
The White Queen raised