Vanessa: "Wade, you actually know the newcomer? Aren't you going to introduce him to everyone? Oh, @Wesley, I'm Wade's wife. I'm very happy to see that Wade has friends too."
Vanessa?
Wesley was quite surprised when he saw that name. Mr. Wade's wife was also named Vanessa?
It was exactly the same as his boss's fiancée's name!
That was far too much of a coincidence.
Wesley: "Hello, Ms. Vanessa. My name is Wesley. I'm... one of Mr. Wade's partners. Mr. Wade and I had a very pleasant collaboration some time ago. It's an honor to meet you."
Vanessa: "Since you're friends and both Devil Fruit Users, you should keep in touch more often!"
Vanessa sincerely hoped that her oddball husband could make a few more friends.
She had always known what kind of work Deadpool did. After all, the battle two years ago had happened right in front of her, so there was no way Deadpool could hide it from her.
Vanessa could also guess what kind of "collaboration" Wesley was referring to.
Even so, she still hoped Wade would stop being a permanent lone wolf.
Wade Wilson: "Since the missus has spoken, Wesley, I'll reluctantly consider you a friend. Come find me if you have business in the future. You know my reputation."
Wesley: "Of course, Mr. Wade. After all, Mr. Wade's professional skills are among the best in the business!"
Vanessa: "By the way, Wesley, what Devil Fruit did you buy? Would you mind telling everyone?"
Wesley hesitated a little.
After all, he had bought the Bullet Fruit. Unlike Zhao Hailun's Healing Fruit or Wade's Smooth-Smooth Fruit, it was not exactly something aboveboard.
But after giving it some thought, Wesley decided to come clean.
Since he had chosen to join this circle of Devil Fruit Users, how could he expect the circle to truly accept him if he kept hiding what fruit he had bought?
Wesley: "Ms. Vanessa, I bought the Bullet Fruit. The place where I live is rather chaotic, so I wanted to improve my ability to protect myself."
Wade Wilson: "Bullet Fruit? Is that a fruit that can create bullets? In other words, you don't need to carry a weapon—you are the weapon!"
Wade Wilson: "Wow, Wesley, I think you should just change careers. This ability is practically tailor-made for assassination!"
Just imagine it: after undergoing strict scans and inspections to ensure Wesley was carrying no weapons, the target finally felt safe enough to meet him.
Then Wesley suddenly fired a bullet from his body and killed the target.
Wasn't that thrilling?
Wasn't that a surprise?
No one but Wesley could claim the title of rookie king of assassins!
The Bullet Fruit?
Zhao Hailun's brows furrowed slightly, and she could not help forming a basic judgment of Wesley.
In her view, the excuse about self-defense simply did not hold water. Wesley's decision to buy the Bullet Fruit revealed a certain tendency in his behavioral pattern.
Zhao Hailun now had an idea of how she should treat Wesley.
Wesley: "Mr. Wade, you're joking. Like I said, I bought this fruit purely for self-defense."
Wesley: "All right, everyone. It was great meeting you, but I still have some matters to deal with. Please excuse me!"
With that, Wesley left the group chat.
"Shopkeeper, today has truly been eye-opening. Devil Fruits have made me see this world in a whole new light."
Wesley sighed sincerely to Rosha. "Please carry on with your work, Shopkeeper. I'll come bother you again."
"You're welcome anytime!"
Rosha waved at Wesley.
"Goodbye, Shopkeeper!"
Wesley respectfully waved farewell to Rosha before leaving the Devil Fruit Shop.
When he reached the parking lot and got into his car, Wesley immediately called Kingpin.
"Wesley, how did it go?" Kingpin's voice came through the receiver.
"Boss, it's real! Devil Fruits are real!"
Even now, Wesley could not hide the excitement in his voice. "I've verified it myself!"
"Something this miraculous is actually real?" Kingpin sounded just as incredulous.
"It's real, Boss! I ate a Bullet Fruit, and I can really fire bullets from my body!"
"I'm heading back now. Once you see it with your own eyes, you'll understand."
"Wesley, I'm looking forward to it!"
The call ended there.
Without wasting any time, Wesley returned to Hell's Kitchen as quickly as he could, his face full of excitement.
He arrived at Kingpin's office.
"Tell Xin that I only provide him with docks and ships. I do not provide security services!"
"If anything happens to their cargo, that is their own problem. It has nothing to do with me!"
Two men in suits were being reprimanded by Kingpin. It was obvious that Kingpin was in a rather bad mood.
But when he saw Wesley enter, Kingpin's expression softened somewhat.
He waved at the two men. "You may leave first."
The two men respectfully bowed to Kingpin before withdrawing one after the other.
"Another problem on Xin's side?"
Wesley's brows furrowed slightly.
During this period, Kingpin, Madame Gao, Xin, Leland, and the Russian Brothers had formed a temporary alliance to jointly control Hell's Kitchen. But things had not been progressing smoothly at all.
Leland and the Russian Brothers were manageable enough, but Madame Gao and Xin were extremely difficult to control.
Xin in particular repeatedly disregarded Kingpin, quietly becoming a major threat close to him.
It gave Kingpin a terrible headache.
"As always, it's a problem on Xin's side."
Kingpin shook his head in frustration, then looked at Wesley expectantly. "Wesley, I hope you've brought good news to improve my mood."
"Boss, I believe you're going to be shocked." Wesley could not help grinning.
He looked around, then picked up a mug from Kingpin's desk.
"Sorry about the mug in advance, but..."
As he spoke, Wesley extended a finger and aimed it at the mug.
With a thought, he activated his ability.
Clang!
The mug was instantly blasted to pieces.
A bullet pierced through the mug and embedded itself in Kingpin's desk.
"Unbelievable!"
"Truly unbelievable!"
Kingpin's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment, just like when he had watched Zhao Hailun heal Vanessa.
"Devil Fruits... are real!"
"These miraculous things truly exist!"
Only after a moment did Kingpin mutter those words.
At that moment, he no longer had any doubts.