Deadpool appeared before Deathstroke, and the group of four was eating snacks while waiting for him.
Before he could say anything, Su Ming took the gift box from his hand and opened it himself. "Shakara told you already?"
"Yeah, she did, but my feelings are so complicated. So, so complicated." Deadpool nodded to Doom in greeting, then glanced at Thor and Professor Xu. Scratching his butt awkwardly, he leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Cousin, I know you love me. Even if I really am the protagonist, it's not great for you to sacrifice yourself to help me like this. The audience will say you're giving away women, and you'll lose popularity."
After saying that, he cast suspicious little looks at empty space, as if he were trying to guess what The Nonexistent Audience was thinking.
"There's an old saying in the East: an elder brother is like a father. You unfilial son, why are you being so polite with your dad? Shakara is the wife fate intended for you. That's how the story was written, so all these 'benefits' belong to you. I'll arrange a wedding for you later."
Without the slightest emotional fluctuation, Deathstroke opened the gift box. Inside was a whole box of suspicious-looking jerky, probably handmade by Shakara. But there was an eighty percent chance the meat was rat.
Wade was happy right now, so Su Ming guessed that he probably had not yet seen Shakara's demon form. She was a purple monster who looked somewhat like Diablo from Diablo II, except she was the insatiable 18X version.
"Pfft! Cough, cough!"
Professor Xu sprayed peach pastry crumbs from her mouth through her mask. She laughed so hard she could not straighten up. This was the first time she had heard "an elder brother is like a