"Easy, it's not even moving. This is a great chance to make some money, hehe. Guys, look what I found! A wild Meat Egg. Looks like it has six times the protein of beef, minus the head. Well, it doesn't have a head. Anyway, if everyone sends some gifts, I'll taste this little ball for you today!"
An exaggerated grin formed beneath Deadpool's mask. After thinking it over, he slung one of his twin swords across his back, freeing up a hand to scratch the dead skin off his butt. Then he turned toward an empty stretch of space and, as if performing a magic trick, pulled a pair of clappers from his pants and began playing them on the spot.
"Streaming's a business all about what's new, with gimmicks and signs to show. Gold signs, silver signs, hung inside and out in rows. The boss makes money, I drink soup; when you get rich, I share the bloom. You've come this far with empty hands—give me some cash, and I'll move on."
The pink sphere seemed stunned as well. It stopped moving, hovering in place, its entire body emitting a dim, ominous white light in the darkness, like gray smoke.
"Here you go!"
Unable to stand it any longer, Su Ming kicked his cousin toward the pink sphere. It was one thing for him to act crazy, but instead of getting to work, he had started singing a begging song for money. That was beyond insane.
Mercenaries made a living through their skill at killing people. They were supposed to be different from beggars.
"Ahhh!"
The bastard let out a long cry. There was no real pain in it, but he dragged out the final note for an especially long time, followed by a wet splat.
The spherical creature