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"Tombstone, it's about time for the entertainment, isn't it, boss?" Tombstone said.

Tombstone, whose real name was Lonnie Thompson Lincoln, was an albino Black man. Among whites, he was Black, the source of poverty and crime. Among Black people, he was a white monster, subjected to every kind of humiliation and mockery, which made him cold and ruthless. Now, with Kingpin's backing, Tombstone had become one of New York's biggest underworld bosses.

Although Tombstone called Kingpin boss, their relationship was not simply one of superior and subordinate. It was more like that of an employer and a mercenary.

"Entertainment?"

Deadpool, who had been quiet for a while, lit up. "Don't tell me it's that kind of entertainment I'm thinking of? Hahaha, it's finally time for my favorite part. Behold my big gun."

Wade lewdly thrust his hips a few times.

Then, everyone took an elevator down to a massive underground training ground.

There were many cages, holding fighting masters Kingpin had kidnapped from all over the world.

These fighting masters, even ten against one Kingpin, would be wiped out in under twenty seconds. So whether their actual abilities deserved the title of "master" was hard to say.

"Have you misunderstood something about me? I may not be a wholly good person, but I'm not so callous that I can watch others be tortured to death without batting an eye. Let them go, shall we?" Hayato said, turning his head as though seeking Kingpin's opinion.

"What do you mean?" Tombstone said grimly.

"I don't mind."

Kingpin said it indifferently. Those fighting masters could simply be captured again.

But Tombstone was furious. "Boss, why do you keep yielding to this yellow-skinned monkey? I caught most of these people myself. You want to free them? Fine. Take their place and fight me."

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