Deadpool's Next Move

The first time blood stained his hands, Rosha felt far calmer than he had expected.

He did not panic, nor did he feel guilty. Those guys had brought it upon themselves, so Rosha had a clear conscience.

He even had the presence of mind to consider whether he had been caught on camera, whether he had left behind any clues, or whether the police might come looking for him.

Fortunately, the scene of the incident was in a relatively backward and chaotic slum. Rosha had paid special attention when he left, and there were no cameras around the area.

That was only to be expected.

Those delinquent youths had clearly been lying in wait there to rob people. How could there have been cameras around?

And on his way back, Rosha had deliberately taken secluded side roads, leaving as few traces as possible.

As for anything else...

Whatever happens, happens. Leave it to fate!

Shaking his head and casting aside the stray thoughts in his mind, Rosha changed out of his clothes with several bullet holes in them and took a nice shower.

Afterward, he lay comfortably on his bed and started playing on his phone.

"Boss! You there? Wade calling!"

He had barely played two rounds when a message from Deadpool suddenly popped up on the social app.

This time, however, Deadpool had not posted in the group chat. He had messaged Rosha privately.

It seemed he had something serious to discuss, rather than gossiping about Rosha and Zhao Hailun.

Rosha naturally knew what took priority, so he exited the game and replied.

"What is it, Wade?"

"I wanted to ask whether your Devil Fruits have any that can give ordinary people combat ability? Preferably something that can deal with assassins."

Rosha could not help laughing.

Wade was actually asking if there were any fruits that could boost combat power?

That was practically the main purpose of Devil Fruits!

"Of course there are, Wade. Not only do we have them, we have plenty!"

"For example, the Sickle Fruit currently in stock can let someone unleash crescent-like shockwaves. The Soundwave Fruit can release soundwave attacks from the mouth. The Thorn Fruit can form thorns to use as weapons..."

Rosha briefly introduced several suitable Devil Fruits to Wade.

"But Wade, I also have to remind you that even after eating a Devil Fruit, how much power an ability user can bring out is closely related to their own physical condition."

"When Devil Fruits are first eaten, their abilities will not be very strong. They need continual development and training before they can gradually become powerful."

"If you want to become an expert overnight just by eating a Devil Fruit, I'm afraid that isn't realistic."

"A Devil Fruit merely opens a path for you to become stronger. How far you can walk down that path depends on the ability user's own will."

So that was how it worked.

Deadpool fell into thought.

His main reason for planning to buy another Devil Fruit was to make Vanessa safer.

After all, Deadpool worked as a mercenary and had quite a few enemies. It was not as if enemies had never come knocking before, but Deadpool had always eliminated them.

Still, Vanessa had been frightened plenty of times.

And there was not much more Deadpool could do about it. Other than moving and keeping a low profile to avoid exposure, there were no particularly good solutions.

But now, the appearance of Devil Fruits changed everything. He could directly enhance Vanessa.

Yet enhancement was one thing; Deadpool did not want to change Vanessa's life, much less make her endure hardship.

Offensive Devil Fruits were somewhat unsuitable.

"Then, Boss, what about Devil Fruits that enhance defense?" Deadpool thought for a moment before asking again.

"Of course we have those too."

"Those Devil Fruits won't require arduous training, right?"

"All Devil Fruits need to be developed. Otherwise, you'll only gain a basic ability."

"But with defensive Devil Fruits, even basic abilities are enough to deal with attacks from blades and guns."

Deadpool now understood.

A defensive Devil Fruit it was!

"I understand, Boss. I know what to choose now. In a few days, I may come by again to buy another Devil Fruit from you."

Deadpool now understood.

"Really, Wade? I'm looking forward to that day." Rosha replied with a grin.

Deadpool looked unreliable, but unexpectedly, he was actually extremely dependable when it came to getting things done.

Not only had he introduced a major client, but he was even planning to return for another purchase in a few days.

Not bad, not bad. A premium customer.

"The discount! Don't forget my discount when the time comes!"

Deadpool heavily emphasized that point before logging out of the social app.

"Time to get to work!"

Sitting on a rooftop beneath the moonlight, Deadpool muttered softly and dialed a number.

Before long, a voice came through. "Mr. Wade, have you changed your mind?"

"Yes, Wesley, I've changed my mind. I can make a move for you, but five hundred thousand is too low. That's Daredevil, the famous man of Hell's Kitchen!"

"Mr. Wade, price has never been an issue. Especially for a legendary mercenary like you, our boss will be even less stingy with money. May I ask what made you change your mind?"

"So annoying. Why do you people who want to kill someone always have so many questions... I need money right now, a lot of money! Is that enough?"

"Mr. Wade, do you have time now? Shall we meet at the usual place?"

"Then it's settled!"

After hanging up, Deadpool leaped directly from the rooftop, his figure vanishing into the night.

Two hours later, he appeared outside an abandoned building in Hell's Kitchen, walking with an exceptionally flamboyant stride.

But two guards stopped him at the entrance.

"Mr. Wade, you may not bring any weapons."

Inside the compound, Wesley, who had been waiting there, called out to Deadpool from a distance.

"How ironic. Murderers are actually this timid."

Deadpool mocked them without restraint, but he still removed the two swords strapped to his back and handed them to the guards.

Only then was he allowed inside.

"You should know that if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need swords at all, right?"

Deadpool sat down in front of Wesley without ceremony.

"I do not doubt that, if you truly are Mr. Wade."

Wesley adjusted his glasses and made a request. "Now, please remove your mask."

"Sorry, are we on a blind date? Do you need to see whether I'm handsome?"

"I am only verifying your identity. Please understand."

"The guy who rules Hell's Kitchen is actually timid as a mouse? If you don't trust me, then let—"

"Shh. We never mention his name. Also, Mr. Wade, if you wish to continue this discussion, then please remove your mask."

"Okay, okay. What a hassle!"

Though somewhat reluctant, it was the employer's request.

In the end, Deadpool removed his mask.

A completely new face appeared before Wesley.