"Can men get breast cancer too?"
Black Wally, who had been listening intently from nearby, looked completely bewildered. He quickly felt his own chest, because lately, he had often felt pain there.
"Yes. Male breast cancer has a very low incidence rate, but it does exist."
Although Little Fatty Billy Wu had lost his high-tech combat suit and was now just an ordinary homebody, he was a tech geek whose knowledge far surpassed that of his peers:
"Of all male cancer patients, roughly 0.2% have breast cancer, and most of them are teenage boys."
"Hiss... Once this operation is over, I'm going to see a doctor for a checkup." Black Wally grew even more nervous after hearing that. After thinking for a moment, he seriously asked Little Fatty, "If I really get cancer, I won't end up like Deadpool, will I?"
"Uh, normally, no." Billy spread his hands. He was so fat that his neck was invisible, so the shrug was impossible to make out. "But for a cancer patient, he's certainly in high spirits."
Deadpool was doing far more than keeping his spirits up. He was overly excited—the more Cousin scolded him, the more energized he became.
Batwoman and Wonder Woman had gone to scout the surroundings. He, Barry, and the two children had remained in the landing area, watching over the unconscious Joey. Those people gagged whenever they spoke to him. He was so lonely.
Cousin was still the best. There was always something to talk about.
He grabbed the floating projected head in front of him as though it were a tangible object and turned it.
Only after letting Cousin clearly see the situation around him did he continue:
"So? Slade, find anything? Like naked Black women hiding in the dark? Or creatures that look like Black