"Tongue loves roast duck."
With a solemn expression, Zheng Xian spoke his first sentence in English, rubbing his fingers against the tabletop as though there were an invisible mosquito there.
". Mm."
The person on the other end seemed to hesitate before giving an affirmative response.
"An elephant emerges from the water; nobody survives."
Zheng Xian switched to chinese, and his fingers stopped moving as he lifted them from the table.
"Alright."
This time, the person on the other end agreed readily, with almost no hesitation.
After that brief exchange, Zheng Xian hung up and raised a hand to signal that the matter had been settled. "It's arranged. My friend will come personally, and he definitely wants to cooperate. Have some tea first, then we can head over in a bit."
"So my code name in the S.P.E.A.R. Agency is Elephant?" Su Ming scratched his head and took a sip of tea with a smile. "When did you sneak a peek at me bathing?"
"Pah, have some shame. Is it appropriate for a Sorcerer Supreme to make jokes like that? Deadpool really has rubbed off on you." Having lived from the Ming Dynasty until now, Zheng Xian instantly caught Deathstroke's implication and scolded him with a smile. "Elephant is the code name for every heavyweight figure in these conversations. It has nothing to do with you. Just think of it as what young people call a VIP."
Only then did Carol and Wanda understand what the two men had been talking about. Their faces reddened first, and then they both sighed at the same time.
Deathstroke was great in every way, except that he occasionally became indecent out of nowhere, as if he had some intermittent mental disorder. Still, that was far better than Deadpool's intermittent normality.
Old Zheng's code