Deadpool discovered another benefit from the experiment: his alcohol tolerance had clearly improved. In the middle of the night, Monark had gone to sleep in a guest room after drinking too much, leaving only three people at the table drinking until morning.
Gin was a little drunk too and failed to notice that Strangle had eaten more than half the roast beef. When morning light streamed through the windows into the dining room, she saw that no food remained on the table and returned to the master bedroom to rest in satisfaction.
So in the end, only the two brothers remained, drinking and chatting.
"What are you planning to do next?"
Su Ming asked his Little Cousin. If the enemy who had modified him could not be found anytime soon, what did Deadpool intend to do next?
Deadpool thought for a moment, then seriously set down his glass. "I want to repay you for taking care of me. Even if we're relatives, I, Wade, always repay kindness. Sadly, I don't have any money now. I've got nothing left, so I'll do the splits for you and the guys."
With his mask pulled halfway up to make drinking easier, he did exactly as he said. He stood beside the dining table in a ballet starting pose, then repeatedly leaped into the air, doing front splits and side splits with tremendous politeness, one split after another.
He stopped only when the stitching around his crotch made a tearing sound, then sat back down at the table, panting heavily.
"..."
Su Ming sighed inwardly.
He should never have asked Wade what he wanted to do. His cousin's brain was just like that; you could never guess what he was thinking.
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