In the crowd.
A Crocodile Deadpool wearing a modified armored shell swung his tail.
He strode boldly up to Su Ming.
Tilting his head, he sized Su Ming up with his vertical pupils, his tone full of disdain and doubt:
"Wait! Kid!
You say you're the boss, so you're the boss?
Why?
Because your skin's a little tougher?
Not just any stray cat or dog can lead the Deadpool Family!
If you want to be our leader, you'll have to let me test your skills first!"
The moment Rocket saw this, he perked up!
He somehow produced a bag of sunflower seeds and expertly leaped onto a tall crate.
He found a comfortable position and sat down, his little paws already cracking seeds.
Clearly ready to sit back and enjoy the show.
He even muttered:
"Here it comes! The classic recurring segment!"
Deadpool rolled his eyes at the air and loudly complained:
"Dear author! Again?!
Another one of those 'question the protagonist, then get humiliated' clichés?
Can't you come up with something new?
Is this even interesting?"
Yet his body was honest as he dragged the baffled Sylvie over to squeeze in beside Rocket.
Rubbing his hands excitedly, he said:
"Yes! It's incredibly interesting!
I love watching idiots who don't know their place kick a titanium alloy plate and then kneel down to sing about surrender!
Miss Loki, come watch!
Front-row VIP seats!"
Everyone's eyes focused on Su Ming and the provocative Crocodile Deadpool.
The atmosphere in the cave, which had been on the verge of unity.
Instantly became somewhat strange.
Su Ming looked at the crocodile-version Deadpool brimming with fighting spirit.
He merely asked calmly:
"How do you want to test me?"
Crocodile Deadpool swung his thick tail.
His scaled face was filled with contempt and arrogance.
He truly