Deadpool rolled the rest of that half circle to a staff member's feet, then pushed himself up off the floor.
Dozens of gazes rose with him.
The two nearest guards held their time sticks across their bodies. Orange light lit up along the shafts, ready to knock the two men who had just crawled out of hell back to the floor.
Seeing such a large audience, Deadpool immediately spread his arms.
"Everyone, no need to applaud."
"Marvel's Savior is back!"
Chen Mo brushed the black ash off his shoulder and stepped forward.
"That's right. It's me."
Deadpool turned his head.
Chen Mo stood in the middle of the hall. The section of his red-and-black suit slashed open by the scimitar still hung off his shoulder, and his scorched glove rested against his waist. He struck the pose with complete confidence.
"How would Marvel's shows go on without me?" Chen Mo said. "Who else could this savior be? Me, Spider-Man, Marvel's Savior. A well-earned title."
Deadpool pressed a hand to his chest.
"At most, you're a spider on loan from another company. I'm Marvel Jesus, MJ for short. You know, Mary Jane is also MJ, so in terms of character relationships, you and I could totally..."
Finally free of restraints, Chen Mo kicked Deadpool in the stomach.
Deadpool slid across the smooth tiles and crashed beneath the reception desk.
The watching staff all looked down.
Deadpool lay on his back and pointed at Chen Mo.
"He's shy."
"The next kick goes in your face."
"Violence can't deny our chemistry."
Chen Mo had already raised his foot.
"Enough."
The crowd parted down the middle.
B-15 walked over with a TemPad. Two guards followed her, their time sticks still glowing orange.
She glanced at Chen Mo first, then looked at Deadpool beneath the