Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Who in their right mind would put money in a box?

They must be some gangsters involved in shady dealings; I'm just doing a service to the people.

Having found an excuse for himself, Deadpool continued to sit with his legs crossed, admiring the young beauties on the dance floor.

To be honest, this place is much more comfortable than his original world.

There are no mutants with all sorts of strange abilities, no Superboys, and no self-important special forces organization.

The last time he passed by the Superboys, he casually smeared some lubricant on one of the dark-skinned guys' heads.

Why are you wearing this tight-fitting outfit?

"Because this allows me to showcase the beautiful lines of my figure."

It has to be said that, putting aside his face, Deadpool's physique is indeed quite impressive.

With the hood on, she could easily be called a clothes hanger.

As for why he can speak Japanese?

Do not ask.

The answer is that I learned it by watching movies.

"You're so cute when you talk."

"No, no, no, the handsome Mr. Wade has nothing to do with the word 'cute'."

Perhaps it's because there are some minor issues with the learning channels.

So Deadpool's Japanese is a little strange.

For example, there are often some feminine terms or meaningless modal particles.

The term "cute" is just a more subtle way of putting it.

But Deadpool doesn't care about that.

He just wants to be happy.

Deadpool casually pulled a wad of cash from behind his back and stuffed it into the arms of two girls, then continued whistling at the beauties on the dance floor.

Although the place where the money was taken out was a bit strange, the two girls still readily accepted the banknotes.

The smile on his face became more genuine.

In the center of the dance floor, ripples, invisible to the naked eye, quietly spread.

A box about half a person's height, carved with strange patterns, fell out.

"Oh!"

A muffled thud, as if it contained something heavy.

Although those around noticed it, most people on the dance floor didn't pay any attention to this spot.

"what is this?"

Several men with dazed eyes curiously approached and examined the box.

In a corner of the bar, Deadpool, who had been lounging on the sofa, suddenly sat up straight.

The box gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"I take back what I said earlier. This world doesn't seem to be so friendly after all."

With his right hand lightly resting on the long sword behind his back, Deadpool recalled the special box he had seen before.

Before he could figure out which film crew the box belonged to, something unexpected happened.

Several human arms emerged from the openwork patterns on the box, each holding a strangely styled weapon.

The few men who were watching curiously were almost instantly brought into the attack range.

Outside the bar, special forces soldiers in combat uniforms slowly surrounded it.

At this point, all the monsters and special attacks that Deadpool thought would never appear have made their debut.

Chapter 237 The Sense of Security Brought by Deadpool (Distortion)

Deadpool, a superhero who can hardly be called a superhero.

The reason I say this is because this guy has always insisted that he is also a superhero, and a very handsome and very strong one at that.

Judging from the character's background alone, this guy has a lot in common with Marvel's popular Spider-Man.

For example, their uniforms are all predominantly red and are tight-fitting.

For example, they are all chatterboxes.

For example, they are all role models of how the poor can overcome adversity.

For example, the first half of the idea they both believe in is the same.

However, Spider-Man believes that "with great power comes great responsibility."

Deadpool, however, proved with his actions what it means to have "the greater the power, the more fun."

"Alright, ladies, now stand behind me."

Deadpool drew the two long swords from his back and said in a deep voice.

The gleaming blade made the two girls realize that this was not a cosplay prop.

This guy isn't some mental patient who escaped from a mental hospital.

Well, actually, in some ways there's no problem.

The box in the center of the dance floor wielded its weapon and cut down a group of people before temporarily ceasing its attack.

A pale, inhuman arm grabbed a man who had collapsed to the ground.

After breaking his neck, she moved onto the man's back.

"The human body."

A few seconds later, the man who should have died suddenly raised his head.

His pupils were filled with rage.

"I've never used such high-end products before."

For this box-like race, the human body is considered a high-end item that fits their aesthetic standards.

Someone like him, who originally lived at the bottom of his social class, was not entitled to enjoy such high-class goods.

"Hehehe! That guy over there carrying a coffin lid."

"Your opponent is here."

With elegant steps, Deadpool gradually approached the Box Clan.

The two long swords in his hands formed a beautiful sword flower.

At this moment, Deadpool exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

Just like those battle-hardened special forces soldiers in TV dramas, his broad back gives people a sense of security.

"Hehe, instead of running away, you chose to approach?"

With an intrigued smile, the Box Clan member stretched out his arm, which had been retracted into the box.

"bring it on."

With his longsword pointed at the Box Clan, Deadpool charged forward.

One second later——

"Oh!"

"Crash."

"Mother FXXK!!"

Deadpool, who was knocked away, hung on the wall for two seconds before landing on the ground.

The long knife he had been holding was now stuck in his buttocks.

"This doesn't make sense! Why is this guy stronger than me?!"

Struggling to pull the long knife out of his buttocks, Deadpool said incredulously.

Deadpool realized the moment the weapons clashed that this guy was ridiculously strong.

"Oh, I need to reward myself tonight to soothe my wounded little heart."

Deadpool glanced at the longsword stained with the blood from his own buttocks, his expression somewhat complicated.

"I trusted you so much, but I never expected you to..."

"Oh!"

Covering his face, Deadpool seemed to be sobbing softly.

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"From now on, you will no longer be my most beloved knife."

The people around, including the Box Clan, slowly typed out a question mark.

Girl: I was just relying on this thing to protect my safety?

Box Clan: What the hell did I just hit?

Clearly, Deadpool's supposed sense of security is all fake.

"Now I'm going to go all out!"

After saying that, Deadpool brandished his weapon and charged forward once again.

This time, the two girls quietly slipped away while Deadpool and the Box Clan were entangled.

For a moment, only the clanging of metal was heard on the dance floor.

The cold glint of the blades and the sparks that flew when weapons clashed lit up the dance floor in rhythm with the music.

"laugh--"

Deadpool's feet left long marks on the ground as he was pushed away.

On the surface, Deadpool is keeping a close watch on the enemy.

But in reality...

"Aa ...

Deadpool felt like his soles were about to splatter from that last stab.

The only saving grace is that neither side gained an advantage in the fight just now.

"Pfft."

The next second, seven or eight wounds appeared on Deadpool's body.

The box-and-box tribe on the other side did not seem to have suffered any obvious damage.

"This unscientific!"

Deadpool jumped up and shouted.

He was once a man who could slice bullets with a knife and even face a barrage of gunfire head-on.

But ever since he gained terrifying regenerative abilities and discovered that he couldn't be killed no matter what he did, his swordsmanship gradually became perfunctory.

Since I won't die, I might as well just go through the motions.

Before Deadpool could continue his antics, the bar door was kicked open.

A crimson figure burst out of the smoke and dust, knocking the Box Clan to the ground.

Sharp claws pressed down on the bodies of the Box Clan and the humans, and then exerted force.

With a 'rip', the human corpse was torn off like a poster on a wall.

This reminded Deadpool of the posters he had previously put up in his room.