"Phew, phew." Su Ming blew on the black disc in his hand, shook off the ash, and handed it to the Black Mouse leading the way. "Here, Brother Mouse, your ear."
Who knew what material his ears were made of? They felt soft and fleshy, and the fur on them was somewhat like velvet. Not only were they fireproof and heat-resistant, but they were also remarkably easy to clean; not a speck of dust would stick to them.
"Hey, no need to give it back. Keep it." As Mouse spoke, he pulled two new discs from his trouser pocket and casually stuck them onto his head, adjusting their positions a few times. "I was in a bit of a rush when I came today, so I didn't bring you any decent gifts."
As he spoke, he even handed the one he had been using as an ashtray to Deadpool, generously giving it away.
But what use was an ear that could only serve as a fruit plate or ashtray? It did not seem particularly useful, nor did it look valuable.
He had given them gifts, but they were little more than scraps, like the game items Su Ming had redeemed with gift codes in certain mobile games from his previous life.
This private side of Mouse carried something of the air of a rogue capitalist in the way he spoke. After all, although Di Mou Ni mostly dealt in "Childhood Dream" business, its operators could not be mere dreamers.
Perhaps what he displayed were some of the traits of the tycoon who had created him and founded Di Mou Ni? Or perhaps they were traits that gentleman had wanted to give him?
Then what was his relationship with that Black Mouse in red shorts? Logically, they ought to have been