Yongye was still smiling, but the mockery had vanished from his eyes. Only cold cruelty remained.
"The last guy who relied on being immortal to run his mouth at me..."
"I built him a public toilet and sealed his whole body beneath one of the stalls."
"Mouth facing up. I forced it open and fixed it in place."
"Made him the toilet."
"Then I paid people at the entrance to make sure at least five hundred people used it every day."
"Want to try it too? I can arrange that."
The white patches on Deadpool's mask widened sharply.
He froze as if someone had hit pause. All the trash talk that had been spilling out of him jammed in his throat. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. In the end, he managed only three muffled words:
"...You said what?"
Yongye's smile stayed bright. "I said, want to try it? I spared no expense on the labor and materials. That public toilet still hasn't sprung a leak."
"Though that guy's gone mad, so it's a lot less fun now."
"You'd make the perfect replacement!"
Deadpool had ten thousand comebacks ready to fire off!
But the thought of spending the rest of his life as a toilet in the dark made him swallow every last one.
At last, choking back his humiliation, he said something he had thought he would never say in his life.
"I give up. Please spare this poor little guy."
A crisp system notification rang out in Yongye's mind.
[Ding! The immortal mercenary Deadpool's mental defenses have been utterly crushed by the host's threat to seal his mouth into a public toilet. Ultimate breakdown achieved.] [Psychological damage has exceeded the limit. Super Blind Box ×1 obtained. Open it now?]
Yongye grinned inwardly and gave a