Tony Stark: "Can someone help me get rid of this Deadpool thing? If not, I'll ask again later."
Ge Xiaolun: "Tony, I think this guy's pretty interesting."
Tony Stark: "Then how about you stand next to this nonstop chatterbox while he talks about movie scripts and filming?"
Li Huowang: "Why not have Garen use his Q on him?"
Tony Stark: "What Q?"
Xiao Yan: "@Ge Xiaolun, show him."
"Then you'll play Tony Stark, and I'll find an actor from Vought to play Homelander. I also made a good friend named Van Helsing. One night, after we got drunk, I carried him to bed, stripped off his clothes, and pumped him full. You totally took that the wrong way, you pervert~~~"
The walking collection of dirty jokes had been pestering Stark for a while now, chattering endlessly and thinking himself hilarious. For the first time, Stark understood why so many people wanted to tear the guy's mouth off. Watching him in a movie was different; then he was bothering some other poor bastard.
"I pumped his body full of Adamantium. Now we've got our own X-Men! Listen, buddy, what's our plan?"
Deadpool looked at Ge Xiaolun, who had interrupted him. "I'm not interested in cover girls right now, Mr. Holy Virgin."
"Shut up." Ge Xiaolun spoke the two words softly.
In an instant, peace returned to the world.
The veins bulging at Stark's temples slowly subsided, and his clenched jaw relaxed. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
Ignoring Deadpool, who was now gesturing in silence, Stark decided to escape somewhere quieter rather than keep talking to him. The teahouse over there, for example.
"Stop following this poor monk, all of you. Great Leiyin Temple doesn't admit outsiders." Su Lin emerged from the tearoom surrounded by three men and a woman, waving them