Half an hour later, in the ruins of 47th Street in Hell's Kitchen.
Yang Ming sat on the hood of a wrecked jeep, a cigarette between his lips, watching a sweat-drenched Dave swing a fifty-pound Iron Sword under Thor's bellowed instructions.
"Keep your stance steady! Are you dancing ballet?!" Thor kicked Dave in the ass.
Bang!
Just then, a huge white "cocoon" fell from the sky and slammed into the dirt amid the ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A moment later, Peter Parker dropped out of the air, panting.
"Mr. Yang... sorry to bother you again." Peter scratched his mask awkwardly.
"Why are you back again? Have you scraped together the money for Frank and Matt's medical bills?" Yang Ming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the white cocoon on the ground.
"Where did you pick up this piece of trash?"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
The white cocoon writhed violently on the ground. With his freakish strength, Deadpool tore through the webbing over his mouth.
He jerked his head up, the eyes beneath his tattered mask locking onto Yang Ming, who sat on the jeep.
The air went still for a second.
The next instant, Deadpool's eyes blazed with unprecedented fervor. He wriggled frantically to Yang Ming's feet like a caterpillar and let out an outrageously dramatic shriek:
"Holy fucking shit! You reek of a Qidian protagonist! Those scheming glasses! That show-off smoking pose!"
Deadpool broke the fourth wall outright and yelled wildly at Yang Ming:
"Bro! A fellow transmigrator! Did you bring a system or an old grandpa mentor? What tier is your cheat? Add me as a friend and carry me! I'll cling to your leg!"
Yang Ming's cigarette-holding hand paused slightly.
The gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses instantly turned deadly.
"You know too much. Characters like