The enormous planet radiated a vibrant pale green glow, as though it were a star itself, capable of shining. It looked breathtakingly beautiful, filled with a dreamlike charm.
But its moon was exceptionally ugly. Even using the most tactful wording possible, Su Ming could only say that it looked like a brown bitter melon.
There was simply no other way to describe it accurately while being any more diplomatic, because the blunt version was that it really looked like a turd—a huge one at that.
"Mm-hiss. Hoo. Hehehe!"
Under the starlight, Wade, standing beside Cousin, kept making strange noises with his mouth. He sounded like he had a toothache, or perhaps an itch under his skin.
"What is it? If you have something to say, just say it." Deathstroke glanced at the bastard from the corner of his eye. Though he knew this was his cousin's way of drawing attention, he still had to ask.
"I was thinking about something, Slade. Look at that moon. Its length should be greater than the diameter of our sun, so what kind of creature could take a dump this long and this thick? Could it be the Origin Court? I'm starting to get a bit of that hunter feeling, hahaha!"
The profession of a hunter was, in some ways, nearly identical to that of a serial killer. There were ambush hunters and tracking hunters, and the latter had an entire discipline dedicated to examining prey droppings.
It was said that an experienced hunter only needed to pinch it and sniff his fingers to determine what kind of animal had defecated, when it had passed through, how large it was, how old it was, its sex, and which direction it had gone.
So Deadpool was rather expectant now. He felt that this moon looking