"Wait, wasn't this about the girl who gave me the backpack? How did the topic suddenly turn to Inez?"
Deadpool keenly spotted the loophole. His little eyes narrowed as though he intended to investigate what dark purpose his cousin had this time.
Su Ming simply lay down, closed his eyes atop the thick humus, and listened to the rustling of insects crawling beneath the fallen leaves. Indifferently, he said:
"It's nothing. You just have a daughter with Carmelita. No need to worry about it."
"What?!" How could Deadpool possibly not care? His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "No, what happened? How do I have no memory of this at all?"
Su Ming seemed almost asleep, and his voice grew much quieter. Wade hurriedly leaned his head closer and listened carefully, only to hear Deathstroke continue:
"You guessed right before. She was a typical african american. Her family wasn't educated, and she didn't know how to change her fate either, so like you, she didn't have much schooling. The only difference was that you joined the military, while she entered society and worked in places like bars and nightclubs to earn money."
"I used to be in the military?"
Wade tilted his head and thought about it. He really had no memories of that, but since he could make a living as a Mercenary, having a military background did make sense.
Su Ming folded his hands behind his head, his black-and-yellow mask facing the sky obscured by the canopy. Like he was telling a story, he recounted what he had seen to Wade:
"In short, while you were seeing Inez, you took on quite a few jobs to make money. As always, after completing a job, you went out to 'relax,' and that was how it happened."
He had let