"You finally remembered me, boss!"
Deadpool rushed up, tears and snot streaming down his face, and tried to hug Number One. Watching the snot and spit flying through the air, Number One raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped him dozens of meters away.
Deadpool rolled across the ground a few times, still muttering about how boring that meatball was. Every day, it either tried to sneak away or launch a surprise attack. Once, he had fallen asleep and woken to find that the Eye Demon Flesh had extended a bunch of tentacles and stripped him naked.
"I almost lost my innocence!"
Deadpool wailed theatrically. "If it had been you, boss, that would have been one thing, but giving my virgin ass to a deformed blood clot is absolutely unacceptable!"
A vein throbbed on Number One's forehead. He started wondering whether Number Four would come after him again if he slapped Deadpool into a pulp.
But Deadpool had also realized that, despite the resemblance, this big guy did not seem to be the Brad he knew. So he kept his distance and settled for howling.
While the two were occupied with their own thoughts, a black wind swept across the ground, and Brad appeared within it.
Brad glanced at Number One, who folded his arms and gave a cold snort by way of greeting. Then he turned to Deadpool, only to find the bastard adjusting his aim with one hand down his pants.
The corner of Brad's mouth twitched.
"I called you two here to entrust you with a mission."
Ignoring the state of these two lunatics, Brad calmly explained the situation with the Dream Dimension.
They really were crazy enough. Brad had thought something like the Dream Dimension would sound earth-shattering to an ordinary person, yet both of them reacted