Santa Claus had nothing Su Ming wanted. None of his abilities were meant for combat, and there were no valuable treasures in his home.
But following the Mercenary principle of never working for free, Su Ming still signed a contract with him, having his toy factory produce some Captain America merchandise free of charge—one million sets every year.
From then on, anyone ordering a children's meal at a Wilson Enterprises fast-food restaurant might receive a miniature Captain America action figure.
There were over a hundred different designs, such as "Stage Play Captain America," dressed in a World War II uniform and stepping on The Mustache; "Brawler Captain America," boxing Red Skull; and "Vacation Time, Captain America," wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle.
Basically, it was the kind of collection that children would never complete unless they got their parents to spend several hundred dollars. If Su Ming had known which Superhero licenses Wilson Enterprises currently held, the production scale should have been even larger.
Wilson Enterprises held Steve's full authorization, and the original contract had deliberately blurred the line between Captain America and Steve as a private individual. So even now, Steve still had to endorse Wilson Enterprises using Captain America's image.
Of course, Su Ming had not gone too far. The Captain America image was shared with the military, but only merchandise developed by Wilson Enterprises was officially licensed.
There was simply nothing more to squeeze out of Santa Claus, so Su Ming could only settle for a contract better than Deadpool's.
He watched the contract burn into effect under Vishanti's witness, then raised his glass to Santa Claus with satisfaction. "All right, now you won't die. Actually, someone wanted to protect you. You just didn't notice."
"Hm?" Santa Claus's expression turned bitter. He knew Deathstroke had