"Did you reach an agreement?"
The warm cabin was filled with the smell of alcohol. The fireplace crackled continuously as the glowing logs slowly blackened, then turned into white ash.
When black reached the extreme, it looked white to others. That was how top-tier villains were.
Su Ming had already inspected everything in the house. He had even sent Strangle crawling along the floor into Santa Claus's bedroom for a look, but found nothing else of value. There were plenty of little ornaments and toys, as well as quite a few snacks and candies, but none of it was worth a dime.
So Su Ming returned to the group still talking and knowingly asked them the obvious question.
Wade rolled his neck, feeling that his flesh and bones had healed. He scratched at his nostril through his mask with a claw and muttered, "A lifetime supply of free mints... I guess I can barely accept that."
Spider-Man bounced lightly on the floor. His steps were so light that he made no sound at all. "There are two hours left until twelve o'clock here. We need to hurry."
"Good. Then let's assign the tasks." Su Ming glanced at Santa Claus sitting on the sofa. The old man's expression was a little strange. Maybe he was hiding something, but it didn't matter. "I'll help the old man take back his factory. Peter, go find the reindeer. Wade, go find Mrs. Claus."
"Why split it up like that?" Deadpool raised his hand like an elementary school student asking a question. "I wanted to find Rudolph. I heard his nose looks like a lightbulb."
"Because you have powerful personal charm. Mrs. Claus is a woman, after all, and you're more confident when it comes to dealing with women." Su Ming explained calmly, without a