Just as the tension in the bar was about to explode—
White Tiger suddenly felt a hand grab the back of her neck.
It pinched the scruff of her collar like someone picking up a kitten.
Her tiger instincts reacted instantly.
She spun around, her sharp eyes full of caution and hostility.
And what she saw made her expression freeze.
Standing behind her was Deadpool.
Or more accurately—
A man who looked like a cooked and peeled avocado wearing a mask.
Deadpool jumped back in fright.
"Hey! Hey! Don't get your fur all puffed up!"
He raised both hands dramatically.
"Relax, good kitty! Calm kitty!"
Then he even made ridiculous noises.
"Meow~ meow~ slurp slurp slurp~"
White Tiger stared at him.
Her face slowly darkened.
(ー`´ー)
"What exactly is wrong with you?"
Deadpool looked completely innocent.
"Nothing."
He scratched his head.
"I was just reading a biology book recently."
He explained seriously.
"It said that mother cats carry their kittens by the scruff of the neck when moving them."
"And if you pinch the scruff of a cat's neck…"
"The cat becomes completely relaxed. Like it's safe with its mother."
He pointed at her neck thoughtfully.
"So I just wanted to test if that theory was true."
He paused and looked at her irritated expression.
Then nodded.
"Yeah."
"Definitely false."
White Tiger's face turned darker.
"I'm human!"
Her voice carried clear irritation.
They were literally seconds away from a fight with a dangerous hunter.
And this idiot was playing with her neck like she was a house cat.
But before she could say anything else—
Deadpool suddenly grabbed the small ears on top of her hood and tugged them gently.
"Come on."
"What kind of normal person has ears on top of their head?"
White Tiger clenched her fists.
(ノへ￣ )
That was just part of the White Tiger suit design.
What exactly was she supposed to do about it?
Remove the suit and redesign it on the spot?
Deadpool finally stepped forward and positioned himself between her and the man standing at the destroyed doorway.
Kraven the Hunter.
Deadpool looked Kraven up and down.
His expression slowly turned into pure disdain.
"Hey, buddy."
He pointed at Kraven's outfit.
"I'm sure this fashion might be considered futuristic in Wakanda…"
"But this is New York."
He tilted his head.
"So I have to ask."
"Did you just time-travel here from the Stone Age?"
Kraven's eyes narrowed slightly.
His grip tightened around the bone dagger in his hand.
"This does not concern you."
"My prey is only her."
His voice was calm.
But dangerous.
Kraven had hunted countless creatures.
From jungle predators to enhanced humans.
And one of the most important abilities for a hunter was danger perception.
Right now…
Kraven felt something extremely unusual.
A deep sense of pressure.
Standing in front of Deadpool gave him a strange feeling.
Like a superior lifeform looking down on something weaker.
It reminded him of the first time he stood before a wild tiger as a young hunter.
That primal instinct.
That fear.
A fear that made the legs feel weak.
Kraven had not felt that sensation in many years.
Deadpool yawned lazily.
"Actually…"
"I don't really care about your hunting business."
Then he turned and pointed toward the bar.
"However…"
"A friend of mine does."
Everyone followed his finger.
Weasel was instantly frozen like a statue.
Kraven's terrifying gaze slowly moved toward him.
Weasel nearly ducked behind the bar.
But when he noticed White Tiger also looking at him—
He forced himself to stand straight.
That's right.
It was him.
Deadpool continued speaking casually.
"He just fell in love with this cute little cat."
He sniffed the air exaggeratedly.
"Hmm."
"Smells like salad dressing."
The entire bar fell silent.
Then Deadpool continued.
"You can take the jade pendant and the head."
"My friend will take the body."
Deadpool froze.
Then slapped his own forehead.
"Bro…"
"This may be Deadpool's R-rated channel."
"But we don't need to make the story that weird."
He dragged his hand down his face.
"Please give me some dignity."
Kraven stared deeply at Deadpool.
Then suddenly turned away.
"You."
He spoke coldly.
"After her…"
"You will be my next hunting target."
Deadpool yawned again.
"Sure."
"Before leaving, please drop that dagger."
Kraven paused.
Deadpool pointed toward the broken doorway.
"It's payment for the door."
"If you don't pay…"
"You can stay here and wash dishes for two months."
He held up a finger.
"And remember."
"Each cup must be washed seven times."
Kraven stumbled slightly.
He glared back with anger.
Then suddenly threw the bone dagger onto the ground.
Without another word—
He left.
Kraven was not afraid.
But hunting someone like Deadpool required planning.
Careful planning.
Deadpool watched him disappear.
Then snorted.
"Hunter."
"Please."
"If people don't know you, they might think you're the Creator of the Universe Hunter."
Deadpool shrugged.
He was in a good mood today.
After all, he had earned sixty thousand dollars.
Otherwise…
Kraven might not have walked away so easily.
Kraven had once taken a mysterious potion from the witch Calypso.
The potion gave him superhuman strength, long lifespan, and terrifying speed.
At maximum effort he could run nearly 100 kilometers per hour.
And maintain it for quite some time.
If Kraven truly decided to run…
Deadpool might actually struggle to catch him.
After all, in the comics—
Kraven had once fought Spider-Man repeatedly.
And had even successfully "killed" Spider-Man once.
Deadpool's expression suddenly froze.
(ー`´ー)
Then—
w(ﾟДﾟ)w
"WHAT?!"
His brain exploded.
"This guy might hurt Parker?!"
Everyone watched as Deadpool suddenly exploded with rage.
He began shouting and sprinted toward the exit.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE!"
"You're not allowed to bully Spider-Man!"
He ran out of the bar chasing Kraven.
The entire bar fell silent again.
White Tiger's little ears twitched slightly.
She scratched her head and looked toward Weasel.
Weasel shrugged helplessly.
"He's always like that."
Then he smiled politely.
"How about a drink?"
"My treat."
White Tiger slowly walked to the bar, still holding her injured abdomen.
She lifted half her mask, revealing the delicate lower half of her face.
"A glass of ice water, please."
Earlier during the fight—
Kraven had landed a full-power kick on her abdomen.
She was still feeling the pain.
Weasel quickly poured the water.
Then handed it to her.
Along with something else.
An ice pack.
Mercenary bars always kept simple medical supplies around.
Weasel flashed what he believed was a charming smile.
"A cold compress might help."
White Tiger accepted the items.
"Thank you."
She placed the ice pack gently on her abdomen.
Then asked casually.
"Who was that man?"
Weasel blinked.
"Which one?"
"The one who attacked you?"
White Tiger shook her head.
"No."
"The one who saved me."
She already knew Kraven's identity.
Kraven the Hunter.
But Deadpool was different.
Someone who could scare away Kraven with a few casual sentences was definitely not an ordinary person.
Weasel's confident posture instantly collapsed.
His hair even seemed to droop.
"He's called Wade."
He sighed.
"Look."
"He's back."
"You can ask him yourself."
Inside his heart he felt a little depressed.
Apparently he couldn't compete with a cooked and peeled avocado.
At that moment the bar door opened again.
Deadpool returned angrily.
He had lost Kraven.
As expected.
Kraven had immediately sprinted into an alley.
Then scattered powerful scent-removal potions everywhere.
Even Deadpool, who had stopped acting like a normal human long ago, couldn't track him.
Deadpool stomped back to the bar.
Then noticed White Tiger staring at him without blinking.
"You're very strong," she said.
Deadpool nodded.
"Number 118."
White Tiger blinked.
"What?"
"What is number 118?"
Deadpool pulled out a small sticky note from his pocket.
He smoothed his pants proudly.
"Your queue number."
White Tiger stared.
Deadpool explained calmly.
"We're all adults here."
"No need to act shy."
"Write your phone number here."
He handed her the paper.
"I'll notify you when your turn arrives."
"If you miss your turn, it counts as skipped."
"And the next person moves forward."
White Tiger stood frozen.
(￣△￣)
She had never met such a shameless man in her entire life.
All the gratitude she wanted to say disappeared completely.
After holding back her frustration for a long time—
She finally forced out a sentence.
"…You must be very popular."
The queue number had reached 118.
That meant the waiting line was probably several months long.
Deadpool nodded proudly.
"Of course."
He pointed at himself.
"On screen, you can call me Wade Wilson."
Then he dramatically raised a finger toward the ceiling.
"But off screen…"
He grinned.
"Everyone calls me—"
"Marvel Jesus."
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