"You damn well deserve to die..."
Fang Mo took a deep breath as he watched Deadpool fool around with the Holy Grail in front of him.
But before he could do anything else, a white light suddenly flared up and instantly enveloped Deadpool's body.
The light soon faded, and this guy's appearance underwent a drastic transformation. First, his shoulders narrowed, while graceful curves emerged around his waist and hips. Then the muscular lines of his legs began to disappear, becoming straight and slender. Finally, a thick head of golden hair appeared, and Lady Deadpool was born.
Even the scars caused by the conflict between his cancer and regenerative factor had vanished.
Back at Essex Clinic, Deadpool had already taken off his mask, so his face had actually been exposed all this time.
Unlike his previously hideous, grotesque face, he now looked like a beauty pageant model who had just come of age, both innocent and sexy. Her smooth, radiant golden curls cascaded down her back, her bangs curving gently to either side and revealing half her smooth forehead. Her jade-green eyes were clear and bright.
"???"
Fang Mo blanked out for a moment.
In fact, not only him—even Logan nearly dropped his glass.
"What's with the way you're looking at me..." Deadpool himself had yet to realize anything. It was only when he spoke that he suddenly noticed. He hurriedly covered his heavy breasts with both hands and shouted, "Wait, my voice? Fuck! How did I turn into a chick? You... don't you dare stare at them!!!"
"Alright, her mouth is still just as foul."
Logan opened another bottle of whiskey and took several huge gulps before slowly saying, "But she does look much more pleasing to the eye. At least now the deaf guy has a chance to fall