The Black man took the strange crystal from Deadpool, but the warm smile on his face stiffened for a moment. Looking down at his palm, he found it covered in sparkling slime that glinted faintly.
Wade scratched his head awkwardly. "I was just checking whether it was sweet."
"Interesting human. I'll remember you."
The Black Pharaoh accepted the offering. He liked sacrifices of biological fluids.
Wade had oral cancer and various other problems, so his saliva was mixed with blood as well. Blood sacrifices never went out of style.
The Black Pharaoh raised the thirty-eight-faced polyhedron. His mouth opened wider than a washbasin, and he swallowed the crystal in one bite before enthusiastically shaking Deadpool's hand in satisfaction.
"Uh, you're welcome?" Deadpool was somewhat baffled. How should he put it? He could only assume the Black Pharaoh's perversion was beyond imagination. "But sorry, I'm not into guys. Only Cousin gets to use my asshole."
His hand slipped behind his back and gripped the little pistol tucked into his waistband.
The Black Pharaoh smiled and shook his head, tapping Wade's chest with a finger. "Good joke. I like Americans. They have a better sense of humor than Egyptians. Next time we meet, we must play a game of riddles. Farewell, then, Deadpool, Deathstroke. I'll be watching you."
After saying that, he made no visible movement. His figure gradually faded and vanished into the air.
Only then did Su Ming let out a breath and drive his greatsword into the ground beside him.
"Fortunately, it was the Black Pharaoh who descended. If it had been another avatar, we might have needed to use our trump card."
"Your trump card? What's that?"
Wade walked over, hoisted one of his cousin's arms over his shoulder, and blinked at him.
"Have you ever seen Los