Deadpool finally found a way to secure the energy sphere to the tree.
He stuck it on with snot. It was as if there were a machine inside his rotting nasal cavity, producing copious amounts of thick yellow mucus mixed with blood and pus—and it was genuinely sticky.
Like he was reenacting a classic scene from "Bathing Beauty," he stuck the ball of light to his hand with snot, then spun and flung it about desperately while dancing ballet. Only with great difficulty did he manage to rub it onto the tree.
It was not hanging from the tree, but being stuck there was good enough. Satisfied, he scampered back to Deathstroke's side and hid in the bushes as well.
It looked like an ordinary bush, but he knew that Cloak's invisibility spell, Cousin's Quantum Concepts, and Dream of a Thousand Cats had completely concealed the presence of the two men and one cat. Even if the Origin Judges came, they would not notice them hiding here at first glance.
As for whether they might discover them later? That did not matter. With Cousin and the cat working together, taking down their target should take only an instant. There was no need to worry about being exposed.
"Hey, bro, look, I've done so much lately. Even though I didn't drag the Hand of the Void into this according to the original plan, the result is pretty much the same, right? The Hands of Creation have all kicked the bucket, so... huh?"
Grinning cheekily, he held out one hand, palm up, and made a circle with his thumb and forefinger—the traditional gesture in China for asking for money.
"I'll give you another five hundred. When was the last time you brushed your teeth? Try talking less for now." Su Ming picked