Under his sister-in-law's intimidation, Deadpool finally quieted down a little. Just a little.
Getting certain people to stop talking was practically like killing them. Spider-Man was one example—once he put on the Spider Suit and activated his chatterbox persona, he had just as much nonsense to spew and could not stop.
But compared to him, Deadpool's nonsense was far darker, packed with content minors were not allowed to hear.
Diana would not let him talk nonsense, so he quietly muttered to the guys in the Livestream instead. There was not even any decent scenery around them, so he could only grab some black dirt or black stones from the ground for everyone to look at.
"Generally speaking, black land means fertile soil. But this is kind of strange. We've walked all this way and only seen one dead tree. It's as unreasonable as a man being richer than Batwoman, better-looking than me, a better fighter than Cousin, and a better performer than Zelensky, yet only having one girlfriend."
As he walked, he pinched his chin and wore the expression of a detective.
He was not talking to his teammates, but they could still hear him. Little Fatty, who was leaning on a homemade crutch, secretly swallowed.
As a shut-in who surfed the internet at high intensity, he knew far more than Black Wally. He just did not have a girlfriend. Hearing Deadpool list those qualities, Little Fatty could not help imagining that, if he were that amazing, would he get to play with beautiful anime girls and his two-dimensional wives every day?
As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth rose wildly out of control, and a glistening thread of drool trickled out.
Compared to the youngsters, the Justice League members were far more professional. After hearing Deadpool,