Chapter 508

In the Marvel Universe, the System Works for Someone Else

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Suzaku filmed the first half. His hand was steady, giving the footage a cinematic quality. He might have worked in photography, or perhaps it was a hobby.

After Suzaku fought Dust Angel, Wade took over filming.

The camera shook and swung around at random. Sometimes Wade shoved his stubbly face right into the lens. He was in a poor mental state, and his speech often jumped from one thing to another without any logic.

But he had an endless supply of filthy lines—

"Your left leg is Thanksgiving and your right leg is Christmas. Can I visit you between the holidays?"

"The world is awful. The only place fit for a person is in your arms."

—And they rolled right off his tongue.

The viewers scolded him aloud, but secretly... they rather liked it.

Only people like Coulson, who just wanted to watch the fight, suffered.

One moment.

Dust Angel's fist seemed about to slam into Suzaku's face, and Coulson's own hand clenched into a fist.

The next.

The camera jerked over to Xu Xi's fight with Ajax.

Coulson: "..."

He had a few choice words, though he wasn't sure he should say them.

One moment.

Xu Xi was in dire straits, seemingly seconds from disaster.

The next.

The image swung again, and Wade's scruffy face filled the screen.

Coulson wanted to strangle him.

"Oh no, my friend looks like he's in trouble. Oh no, my friend's assistant looks like he's in trouble too. They're both in danger, so who do I help? What a dilemma. I've decided... neither, because I can't help either of them. I'm not doing too well myself. I feel like I've had diarrhea for three straight days—weak as