The big house the Nuwali had given Deathstroke was used as a temporary base. With flowers decorating every corner, even living there felt refreshing and pleasant.
The fragrant air was relaxing, making it easier to think about business.
Wanda had already arrived, but Su Ming still had people to wait for. He was just about to make a call and ask where they were.
He had just told the Adjutant to dial when Su Ming changed his mind, because the room's fragrance vanished in an instant, replaced by a harsh, nauseating stench.
It smelled like bubbling sewer pipes, an ancient dry latrine exploding, and a dung beetle that had eaten an insole, died of illness, and rotted afterward.
Along with the smell came a sleazy voice. A figure flashed past the window outside.
"Dear audience! I missed you all so much! Hehehe! That's right, it's me—the handsome and dashing, extraordinarily powerful, top-tier hunk who makes beauties unable to close their legs, the passionate red rose among super mercenaries, Uncle Deadpool! I'm back! I love you all! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah mwah mwah mwah!!!"
Blowing kisses wildly with both hands, Deadpool spun in circles and danced while shaking his ass. He appeared outside the house's window, seemingly speaking toward nobody in particular, but even so, the stench on him still seeped through the crack in the window.
"Hey, it's not that I'm trying to ride Cousin's coattails, but when it comes to dealing with the Beyonders, you can't do it without me. You get it, right? Even though I know some people might not understand, those who get it, get it. And if you don't get it, you can ask a bro who does, and then you should get it too."
"If you still don't get it after that, then go out,