"Where did you send him?"
In the shimmering void, the standoff between both sides continued. Without looking back, Su Ming asked the figure who had just emerged from a shit-yellow glow behind him.
Finding Deadpool did not require sight at all, but smell. That shit-yellow light was the brown produced when the red and black on his cousin's body blended together as he moved at high speed.
"Ah, I just found a planet with aliens and dumped the blue-skinned bald guy there." Deadpool rubbed his face, looking utterly uninterested as he handed what he was holding to his cousin. "Here, Slade. This is the trophy Kang the Conqueror asked me to give you. He said this time, you won, but he'll be back."
Yeah, that was exactly what left Deadpool speechless. That line was just too cliché.
Villains always shouted that they would return when making their exit, and then they really did come back later. His movie was having a bit of an identity crisis now. Before, he had thought even an R-18 rating might not be enough, but now it was starting to feel like a children's cartoon.
Deathstroke, cigarette clenched between his lips, turned around and accepted the Conqueror's gift from his cousin. It was the wooden spear the blue man had been holding earlier. The stripped branch still bore several blackish handprints, looking exactly like the beggar's dog-beating stick from his stereotype.
"Heh, even in such a sorry state, he still remembered to bring me a gift." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, stuffing the wooden spear into his belt pouch, intending to take it home as firewood. "He really... I'm crying."
That was what he said, but he was only smiling. Not a trace of sadness or gratitude appeared on his face.
"Alright, now