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After the two craters Hayato and Wolverine had made while fighting—or rather, while Hayato had been beating up Logan—Deadpool wore a grave expression.
"Hey, buddy, looks like you've got quite a beef with them." He stroked his chin, looking troubled. "How about you do me a favor and don't go too far?"
Hayato froze.
Huh, could Deadpool have split personalities? Or was this not actually Deadpool himself?
"Look, food, lodging, and clothes are all free here, and there are so many young elementary-school girls and..."
Deadpool's gaze drifted toward Phoenix and Storm.
"Ahem, it's practically a dream paradise. If you blow this place up, I'll be in a tough spot, right? Where else am I supposed to find a place where I can freeload?"
Mm!
It was still that same flavor... definitely the real Deadpool!
Hayato said, "I'm not their enemy. Don't worry."
Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. "That's good. You had me in such a bind. If you started something and they hired me, that'd be a real problem. How much more would I have to charge before I could make a move..."
He started counting on his fingers.
Hayato saw that all the X-Men had turned livid.
Deadpool suddenly leaped up and shouted, "Hahaha, got you guys, didn't I? I'm not the kind of bastard who'd attack his friends for money!"
He darted over to Professor X, crouched beside him, rested his head on Professor X's shoulder, and said softly, "Speaking of money, who here is richer than this guy, right? If I'm taking a job, of course I'd pick the richest one. Besides, if I leave a good impression now, maybe I'll get a share of the inheritance someday."
Just then, a silver hand reached out from beside him and