"What do you mean, pound them into meat paste? That's so bloody. I'm scared. Ever since I got married, my back aches and my legs hurt. Maybe I've overdrawn my brain cells. I feel like I've forgotten something, Cousin. How about you remind me?"
Deadpool twisted about without moving, spouting flirtatious nonsense in a bizarre tone, while his right thumb and forefinger rubbed together rapidly.
Yes, he wanted money.
He had already done the job this time, yet Cousin had not even paid the overall deposit for the mission. In the mercenary business, even blood brothers had to settle accounts clearly.
Deadpool could ignore every other mercenary rule: not killing the employer afterward, not showing mercy to women, children, or the elderly, not sharing intelligence with others, and so on. He did not care about any of them.
But when it came to money, he insisted on following the rules. No matter how frequently brain cancer made him lose his memories, anything related to money remained crystal clear.
Money was not everything, but without money, nothing was possible. Living in human society, eating, drinking, and using the toilet all cost money.
His daughter Ellie needed to go to school, Shakara needed to buy handbags, his ex-girlfriends occasionally wanted a romantic friendly match, his ex-wife needed alimony, and Wade had friends too. Going out to eat, drink, and call a few girls all cost money.
In truth, with his abilities, he would not starve to death without money. But too many people wanted to make money off him, and there was nothing he could do about that.
As a good cousin, Su Ming understood Wade's difficulties. So, following the rules, he first gave him a thirty-percent down payment: a check for thirty thousand US Dollars, plus five hundred in cash as