Deadpool shook and wagged himself, signaling that he had something to say.
Black Heart stopped forcibly recruiting able bodies. The conversation in the hall soon grew lively again. Such was the nature of demons—expect them to sympathize with the serpent monster race? Dream on!
The serpent monster Lagon was in low spirits. After hesitating for a moment, he used his tail to remove the rag from Deadpool's mouth.
This guy was really ugly! People often said someone looked like shit. Lagon had once thought that was merely a figure of speech, an insult. Now, though, he had confirmed something: some people really did look like a pile of shit.
Even though he had only seen Deadpool's chin and half his face, Lagon was certain that Deadpool was probably the ugliest human he had ever seen.
Deadpool had no such awareness. He felt great about himself and even thought being able to chat with a serpent monster over five meters long was something worth bragging about.
He was tied up tightly, yet he used an action the serpent monster found utterly strange—he flexed his buttocks, pushed off the ground with his shoulders and heels, and wriggled toward him like a giant grub...
Did this guy want to discuss some secret matter with him? The serpent monster was not afraid of Deadpool launching a surprise attack. The guy was tied up like this; he could swallow him in one bite. What the hell was there to fear?
Several demon lords who had come to attend Count Dracula's wedding also paid Deadpool no mind. Without supernatural powers, an ordinary mercenary was little more than a grain of sand in their eyes.
The first thing Deadpool said after lying beside the serpent monster left him stunned. "Boss Snake, do you speak English?"
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