Chapter 36
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What the heck?
Satan?
Zhou Cheng felt somewhat speechless, his thoughts flashing through his mind just like Wade Wilson's would.
This is indeed a bit exaggerated.
What kind of image does Satan have?
In the literary system of America and the West, Satan is a hugely famous and powerful entity.
Originally an angel but later fallen to become the devil.
No matter if it's as an angel or a devil, Satan's might and the terror and despair he brings, cannot be erased.
"No, no, no, I take back what I said."
"This is not an exaggeration at all."
"This guy, he really has wings!"
Wade Wilson's voice rang out again, with more clicks heard from his side.
Several images of Zhou Cheng with his wings spread out in flight appeared on the computer screen.
"What did you mean before by making a fortune?"
Zhou Cheng asked coolly, beginning to probe Wade Wilson.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, not playing it cool anymore? Didn't you say you weren't interested?"
"Zhou Cheng, you could actually keep up the pretense a bit longer..."
Wade Wilson couldn't help but start teasing Zhou Cheng.
"The door's right there, please get out now."
"Alright, alright, you really... I mean, here I am trying to help you make money yet you're bossing me around."
Wade Wilson grumbled a few words but still went on and filled Zhou Cheng in on the situation.
"Put simply, someone has issued a bounty for information about this person, a hundred thousand dollars for each piece of info!"
"So Zhou, what I want from you is very simple."
"You just need to wear the same clothes, put on a mask, and as for the wings..."
"Alright, forget the wings, it's not like Satan has wings all the time anyway."
"Then we go to a specific place, some deserted street corner, or maybe the entrance of a bar, we'll figure that one out, it has to have the right atmosphere."
"That's right, this is a cosplay, you just cosplay as this Satan, and I'll snap a photo of you."
"Finally, I send the picture to the buyer, the buyer pays up, a hundred thousand dollars, easy as that!"
"How about I give you a ten percent cut?"
Zhou Cheng: "..."
So this was Wade Wilson's big idea?
What kind of absurd train of thought is this!
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think a person willing to spend a hundred thousand on information will be fooled by a fake photo?"
Trust little sneaky sneak!
Even though he hasn't become Deadpool yet, Wade Wilson's modus operandi already has some flavor to it.
"Fake? How would it be fake?"
Wade Wilson justified his plan, "Buddy, Satan wears a mask, no one knows what he looks like!"
"And your build is just like Satan's, a little disguise and no one would spot any flaws."
"For those who don't know any better, this will be real!"
"Besides, even if he eventually realizes it's a fake, it doesn't matter."
"Believe me, he can't possibly locate me."
"I'm really good at this sort of thing!"
Heh~
I would believe you in a million years.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but give Wade Wilson a sarcastically incredulous look, as if seeing a fool.
"So what do you say, Zhou? Are you in?"
Wade Wilson looked eagerly at Zhou Cheng, as if Zhou was his first love.
"What are you thinking?"
"You really think I'd agree to this farce?"
Zhou Cheng flatly refused."Pal, don't you have any business sense..."
"But still!"
After a moment of thought, Zhou Cheng made another decision. He interrupted Xiao Jianjian, "I'm quite interested in the source of this information, name your price."
Zhou Cheng really wanted to know who was putting a bounty on him.
"You seem to be very interested in Satan," said Wade Wilson, with a meaningful look at Zhou Cheng.
To punch someone like himself out with one hit and now to be inquiring about someone like Satan...
The guy before him was no ordinary man.
"Yes, I am very interested," Zhou Cheng nodded seriously.
Of course, he knew ordinary people wouldn't make this sort of request to Wade nor could they just floor him with one punch — something to remember.
Wade Wilson, after all, had been one of Canada's top special forces — a well-known type.
The moment Zhou Cheng had him down with a punch, he told him outright that he was no ordinary man.
So, there was no need for Zhou Cheng to hide anything.
"Fantastic, I love this kind of intelligence trading."
"It's fast and satisfying money."
Wade Wilson's mercenary professionalism was clear; he wouldn't ask questions that weren't his business.
Immediately, he told Zhou Cheng everything he knew.
"I don't know the specific person putting the bounty on Satan, but I do know that they must be from Hell's Kitchen."
"And a very good chance it's from people associated with Kingpin."
"Just yesterday, and some time ago, Satan stirred up Hell's Kitchen, causing massive losses for Kingpin."
"By the way, if you're interested, it's not just information on Satan that people want - there's a bounty on his head too."
"A cool one million dollars."
One million dollars!
That was no small sum!
This made Zhou Cheng even clearer on the situation.
In Hell's Kitchen, to have such means, it was definitely not a random street thug.
A very good chance, it was Kingpin.
Of course.
Zhou Cheng could understand Kingpin's actions; after all, cutting off someone's wealth was akin to killing their parents.
Strictly speaking, he had provoked this crime lord himself.
Naturally, Kingpin would want to deal with him — that was only to be expected.
But understanding this, Zhou Cheng knew there were things he still had to do.
"So, Wade~ here comes my second request."
Zhou Cheng spoke to him earnestly once again, "Take on the bounty for killing Satan."
"Wait a second."
Wade Wilson was startled by Zhou Cheng's decision, "Kill Satan? Are you sure? Rumors say that guy is extraordinary!"
"And what do you think, am I an ordinary person?"
Zhou Cheng glanced casually at Wade Wilson.
"Well..."
Wade Wilson found himself at a loss for words.
Clearly, the man who could knock him out with a single punch was no ordinary person either.
Besides.
He was a mercenary; paid to do a job, why should he care about anything else?
Whether Zhou Cheng was fascinated with Satan, or whether Satan would end up taking him down, it was none of Wade's business.
All that mattered was that Zhou Cheng's payment was in order.
"Pal, even though we've already worked together once."
"Oh right, that was the neighbor granny's request, irrelevant to you."
"This time, you're going to have to pay a deposit!" said Wade Wilson, seriously looking at Zhou Cheng.
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