Who Is Mary Jane?

The next day at noon, the yacht returned to the port. The young ladies said goodbye to Parker with reluctance, and Deadpool also said goodbye to the young ladies with reluctance.

Parker sat listlessly in the extended Cadillac and fell asleep in the seat. Yesterday he boasted that he would take on ten, but he lied and took on fifteen.

Russell slipped the hefty reward into a red envelope and gave it to the fifteenth young lady, who had defeated the invincible Spider-Man and won the prize money with her skill.

Although this was a team effort, she was the MVP!

Deadpool also boasted he'd take on ten, but he lied again. He missed all one and Russell threw him into the sea to feed the fish. When he went into the water, Deadpool was... well, when he was pulled out, he was completely swollen.

When Parker woke up, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. He drew back the curtains and found himself in a luxury hotel in the city center.

As night fell and New York City shone with vibrant lights, he had looked down upon the city many times before, but for the first time, he found it so captivating.

"Wake up, Peter Parker, you're not really rich. Yesterday was just a dream. Once you're awake, you should forget about it..." Parker shook his head, talking to himself to dispel the lingering thoughts in his mind.

"Hey, Parker, if you're awake, get out here right away."

Deadpool's shouts came from outside the door. Hearing this, Parker tiptoed out and saw Deadpool in a bathrobe in the hall. The latter was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, which he was swirling in his hand.

To Parker's dismay, Deadpool always wore a mask, whether he was smoking a cigar or drinking red wine, which he claimed was to maintain an air of mystery.

Parker didn't believe in that. In his opinion, only ugly people emphasize mystery, while handsome people would like to plaster their photos all over the world.

"Wade, where's Mr. Russell?" Only Deadpool was in the room. Parker felt a little uneasy and sat down on the sofa at the far end.

"Dude, why do you call me by my first name but use honorifics when you talk to Russell?" Deadpool was very unhappy; he was jealous.

Because you're a Silly Bird!

Parker chuckled dryly, afraid that telling the truth would give Deadpool a legitimate excuse to get physical.

As he sat there, Parker suddenly realized something was wrong. He rummaged through his pockets, looking here and there, and finally stared blankly into space, looking utterly lost.

Russell emerged from the room, chuckling softly, "Parker, what are you looking for? Those fragrant business cards?"

"Hello, Mr. Russell! Uh, I just..."

Parker quickly stood up, scratching his nose awkwardly. He didn't have any particular thoughts; he just felt it was impolite to carelessly throw away things given to him by others.

"Don't even think about it. Those aren't exactly good girls. I've already thrown away their business cards," Russell said casually.

"Oh!"

Parker's lips curled slightly, a forced smile, even though he had mentally prepared himself, he still felt a little reluctant.

Russell's lips curled into a smug smile; the fish had taken the bait.

Deadpool's lips curled into a smug smile. He had secretly picked up and hidden all the business cards that Russell had thrown into the trash can.

"By the way, Mr. Russell, I should say goodbye now. Thank you for your hospitality. I will definitely repay you in the future." Thinking of the absurd scene yesterday, Parker blushed a little. He didn't even know he could be so crazy when he was having fun.

"Farewell? What farewell? The party has only just begun!"

"But..."

"What, you don't want to participate?"

"Think!"

Parker had no other intentions; Russell had extended a warm invitation, and he couldn't refuse.

"That's good. I've made a reservation at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant. Let's go eat first..."

At two o'clock in the morning, Russell and his two companions were dragged out of the casino by the manager, who was crying, because they had won money.

Russell didn't know much about gambling, but in order to let Parker experience the thrill of throwing money around, he still took him to the casino.

Russell played some games that tested his eyesight and memory very easily, but for games that were purely based on luck... he was lucky tonight and only lost $200,000.

Deadpool was extremely disdainful of Russell's luck, and mocked him loudly. Then, in front of Russell, he lost $400,000.

These two are practically money-bringers, the kind casinos love. The reason they were brought out was because Parker won money.

Spider-Man's luck was incredible; he casually played two games and won a million dollars, scaring the casino manager so much that he ordered his men to fight... They failed, and Spider-Man clung to Russell and his two companions, pleading with them until they finally left.

"Parker, don't get cocky, rookies always have good luck!"

"That's right, once you get addicted to it, you won't have the luck you have today."

"Russell, do you believe me? I lost on purpose. Because the gambling king who always won was missing an arm or a leg, while the gambling god who always lost was treated as a VIP wherever he went. I lost money but won life."

"Yes, that's what I think too."

Deadpool and Russell chatted back and forth, the air thick with the sour smell of lemons.

"Uh, Mr. Russell, please rest assured, I'm not obsessed." Parker, carrying two briefcases, grinned happily. He had money now and was ready to go to the bank to deposit it immediately.

"Parker!"

Russell said earnestly, "You need to understand that gambling is like playing a video game. It automatically adjusts the difficulty for beginners, making you think it's not so difficult. But once you're hooked, it will torture you to death."

Deadpool nodded repeatedly. "That's right, that's right, that's why the experts keep losing."

Parker: "..."

He truly had no intention of becoming addicted to gambling!

"Mr. Russell, I want to turn this money into more money. Do you have any good ideas?" Parker decided to consult a successful person, after all, keeping the money in the bank all the time is not a good idea, as it will depreciate.

"Let's invest!"

How do I submit my application?

Russell pondered for a moment. He didn't know much about investing, but he did know that investing wasn't about having more money. With small capital, there were no restrictions on investing, and you could choose and buy any company you wanted.

For example, if Parker has $1 million in his hands, there are many opportunities to seize.

"At this point in time, in 2003, Amazons, Google, and Apple would all be good choices. By the way, next year Harvard University will launch a social networking site called Facebook. You can invest all of your $1 million into it, join the startup and buy initial shares. In a few years, you'll be able to host yacht parties every day."

"Anything else?" Deadpool took out his notebook and started making notes.

Bang!

Russell punched him and said irritably, "Silly Bird, pay back the $200,000 you borrowed from me before you invest."

"Don't do that, we're brothers, why should we keep your money separate from mine?" Deadpool shamelessly leaned closer.

Parker didn't speak, but jotted down a few investment targets, ready to try his luck. Losing didn't matter; he was used to being poor, and the thought of living the life of a rich man...

I don't mind at all!

The three of them found a bank that was open all night near the casino. Parker was holding his passbook, feeling quite pleased with himself, when Russell pulled him into a stretched Cadillac.

Stop grinning like an idiot, the nightlife is just getting started!

For the next three days, Russell spent lavishly, taking Parker out for a complete feast. He went out full of energy every day, but went to bed exhausted. If you asked him who Mary Jane was, he would definitely not remember!

Having figured he had trained him sufficiently, Russell solemnly said, "Parker, we are now formally inviting you to join the X-Force. What do you say?"

"I..."

"Don't rush to refuse. Our salary and benefits are extremely generous. The expenses for the next few days will be just a drop in the bucket in our wages." Russell boasted in a serious tone, trying to get Parker on board. By the time they arrived in the next world, it would be too late for him to back out.

"Mr. Russell, I..."

Parker struggled internally, touching the Venom Suit inside his clothes, his expression shifting back and forth. He said in a deep voice, "I'll go say goodbye to some people and get back to you right away!"

Watching Parker disappear into the crowd, Russell smiled and gave Deadpool a wink, "No problem, we've basically got him."

"Yeah?"

Deadpool tilted his head. "That's strange. I have a feeling that once Parker leaves, he won't come back."

"Impossible. My plan is foolproof. He's currently possessed by Venom and can't resist the temptations of the world."

"Why?"

"Because the Venom was taken from your body!"