Deadpool crouched on the ground, tracing circles with a resentful look in his eyes.
Lin Ze got into the car and glanced over. The vein at his temple wouldn't stop throbbing.
"Quit standing around and get in."
Du Mingde wiped his face, raised his hand to sniff it, and gagged. He hurriedly wiped it clean on his pants and waved over at him.
"Mr. Deadpool, I'm leaving. If you don't hurry, we'll miss lunch."
Only after repeated urging did Wade shyly shuffle over to the car and open the door.
The three people packed into the back seat looked up at him in unison.
Lin Ze said, "Wade, there's no room back here. Sit up front."
"Actually, I think there's always room if we squeeze a little." With that, Wade went limp and flopped toward them.
"Ow!" "Ah!" "It's so cramped!"
"Aaaah!! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
One minute later.
With lumps all over his head and tissues stuffed up his nostrils, Wade sat obediently in the front passenger seat. In the back were Chongyun, Lin Ze with Paimon, and Hu Tao.
Sitting on Lin Ze's lap, Paimon made a face at Wade up front, who had tried to reach back and steal her crown only to receive a vicious kick to the face. Then she curiously inspected the taxi's interior.
"Oh, good. Finally stopped bleeding."
Wade pulled the bloodstained tissues out of his nose, opened the window, and tossed them outside. Looking at the fluid on his hand, he sneakily wiped it on the passenger seat.
"Ahh, I feel much better. Hey!"
Wade turned toward the back seat and pointed at Chongyun, looking distinctly unhappy. "Smurf, I need to make one thing clear. I was absolutely not lying there because of you. I just wanted to feel