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Chapter 501 Deadpool Wayne (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Bang!"

The black bodyguard crashed to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, his whole body convulsing.

The entire underground space was completely silent at this moment.

The guests' playful smiles froze on their faces, and disbelief flashed in their eyes.

Digg's face instantly darkened. He pointed at Wayne and shouted, "Grab him!"

Without even needing Digg's orders, the bodyguards around Wayne immediately pounced on him.

"You fucking pretty boy, you actually managed to take down Maggie with a sneak attack. I'm going to give you a good beating later!" A Latino bodyguard grinned as he lunged at Wayne.

In his view, the other party was nothing more than a washed-up celebrity in a white robe. Even if he worked out regularly, he could never compare to them, the thugs who had fought their way up from the streets.

The next instant, the black-haired, black-eyed man waved his hand, and his fingers were grabbed by the other man. Then a strong force came, and he felt as if his fingers were being stuffed into a hydraulic press.

The sound of cracking finger bones rang out, followed by the bodyguard's pitiful and plaintive screams.

Immediately afterward, the other person exerted force, and his arm bone broke instantly, causing his entire arm to droop at an unnatural angle.

Then came the other arm!

"Damn bastard, let go!" Another bodyguard rushed in front of Wayne and lunged at him.

Wayne remained calm, his body slumped, and he instantly threw a punch, slamming it hard into the other man's face.

With a muffled thud, the bodyguard collapsed to the ground, his nose shattered, blood gushing out, and both his eyeballs blasted out of their sockets, hanging like two grapes on his broken cheekbones.

"Bang!" Another muffled sound rang out as another bodyguard had his ribs shattered by a kick and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, the remaining dozen or so bodyguards had all surrounded Wayne and rushed towards him.

Wayne remained calm as he strolled leisurely through the crowd. Whenever someone attacked, he would dodge with remarkable skill, followed by a punch or kick from a tricky angle.

Only then did the bodyguards realize that the man in front of them was a human weapon.

Not only does he possess remarkable fighting skills, but he is also extremely ruthless in his attacks.

Every punch, every kick, inevitably results in torn skin, shattered bones, and broken tendons!

It was as if the other person's flesh and blood were made of paper in front of him!

In the blink of an eye, only three or five bodyguards remained standing on the scene.

The rest either collapsed and wailed, or were unconscious.

The man in the white robe, with black hair and black eyes, continued to stroll leisurely, as if he were taking a walk in a garden.

It all sounds like a long story, but less than half a minute had passed.

Finally realizing what was happening, the boastful Digg quickly looked at a guest next to him and said, "Steven, my friend, is in your hands now!"

This is a tall, muscular man.

Hearing Digg's words, he smiled slightly, downed his drink in one gulp, took off his white coat, cracked his neck, walked towards Wayne, and said, "Dig, even if you hadn't said anything, I was going to fight him. This damn Bruce Wayne is such a surprise—"

As they were talking, Steven had already taken off his shirt and stood shirtless in front of Wayne.

Byron, standing nearby, quickly said, "Master, this is Steven, a UFC middleweight fighter, ranked in the top five in the world. He's about to win the championship belt. His fighting skills are very strong, especially his ground techniques. Please be careful—"

Steven looked at Wayne with a provocative expression and said, "You do have some fighting skills, but you rely more on brute force. It's fine if you bully ordinary people, but now I'll show you what a real fighter is."

As he spoke, he relaxed his whole body and began to hop around Wayne.

His steps were extremely agile and light, and he wore a provocative smile, as if he were about to make fun of a fool.

Without turning his head, he said to Dig, "Dig, I've solved this problem for you and given you a great performance. How will you repay me?"

Digg laughed and poured himself another glass of wine, saying, "Steven, you fucking bastard, I know you like little Ryan. You can pamper him properly later."

As he spoke, he pointed to one of his adopted sons who was fast asleep.

This is a seven or eight-year-old Asian boy with delicate features and a smile on his face, as if he is having a sweet dream.

Steven grinned and said, "Thank you, my friend, you are truly a—good father."

As he spoke, he suddenly flashed forward and threw a jab at Wayne's temple.

He had just seen the other party's movements clearly. This Wayne was simply relying on brute force to fight head-on, and didn't have any real fighting skills.

He had seen many such people in the ring, and those he defeated were just as numerous as the fish crossing the river.

This punch was just a feint; as long as the opponent made a dodging move, he would unleash a storm of punches.

If the opponent doesn't dodge, it will turn into a heavy punch, knocking the opponent unconscious with one blow!

What Steven didn't expect was that the other person's footwork suddenly changed, and they started to move in the same rhythm as him—

No, it was even faster than him, like a shadow, its every step perfectly countering his pace!

This is—absolutely master-level fighting technique!

Steven's nerves tightened instantly; he realized he had met his match, but it was too late.

The other person suddenly grabbed his fist and his elbow with the other hand.

Then, to Steven's horrified gaze, the man in front of him unleashed terrifying power from his hands, twisting his right forearm into a pretzel like a hydraulic press!

Bone shattered!

Skin peeling!

Explosive blood!

A piercing scream rang out from Steven's mouth, as if it were a lament from purgatory.

Before he could even react, his left arm was already in the other person's hands.

Pull, twist!

Fragments of bone protruded from his elbows, rendering both arms completely useless.

The opponent's strength was far greater than he had expected. Only heavyweight boxers could possess such power, but judging from the opponent's physique, he didn't even qualify as a lightweight.

Pain and despair brought tears to Steven's eyes; only he knew what had happened to him.

His arms are completely useless, which means his career is over!

What kind of monster is this Wayne?

But the other party had no intention of ending it there!

Amid Steven's pained and terrified expression, the black-haired, black-eyed man grabbed his mangled arm and yanked it sharply.

Like picking up a chick, they flipped Steven upside down.

"What do you want to do? Please—ah!"

A terrifying force surged from his ankle all the way down to his femur.

Amid Steven's screams, his left ankle and knee were completely broken!

Then came the right leg!

"Bang—"

Steven's limbs were twisted into a pretzel shape, and he was thrown to the ground like a rag doll, writhing and struggling, letting out a shrill scream.

Wayne stood in a pool of blood, surrounded by wounded people struggling and convulsing on the ground. His white robe was now stained with blood.

He remained expressionless, not even panting, as if he were simply disassembling some toys.

He looked up at Dig, who was standing not far away.

"Monster—a fucking monster—" Dig felt a chill run down his spine from the other man's icy gaze and hurriedly shouted, "Use guns! Damn it, break his arms and legs! Shoot!"

The remaining four bodyguards hurriedly drew their guns, only to find that they had lost track of Wayne.

"Up there!" someone shouted. The bodyguards looked up and saw Wayne leaping several meters into the air and crashing down towards them.

In his hand now stood a long stick wrapped in black cloth.

"Shoot! Shoot! Take this damn kung fu kid down!" the bodyguard captain shouted, firing first. The remaining bodyguards did not hesitate and pulled their triggers at the same time.

Amidst the deafening gunfire, the man in mid-air instantly wielded his black staff in a blur of light and shadow.

A smile returned to Diggle's face.

What the hell is the use of being able to fight? In the face of bullets, even the strongest beast is nothing more than a piece of meat!

But then his eyes widened in disbelief at what he was seeing.

Then a series of "clanging" sounds rang out, sparks flashed in the light and shadow around Wayne, and to everyone's astonishment, he cleaved all the bullets away before crashing down!

With a "whoosh!" sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh, Wayne, wielding his sword with both hands, brought it down from above the bodyguard captain's head and then slashed between his legs!

Immediately afterwards, a flash of sword light appeared, slicing past the waist of another armed bodyguard.

In the next instant, the bodyguard captain's body slid down in two pieces, while the other man was cut in two at the waist, with his upper body hitting the ground but his lower body still standing.

Blood gushed out!

Only then did everyone present realize that what Wayne was holding was a blood-red longsword wrapped in black cloth!

"My God—this is—this is Deadpool!?"

"Mr. Deadpool, please spare me—I'll never do it again—"

The last two bodyguards were terrified and immediately dropped their guns, kneeling down and begging Wayne for mercy.

Even though they had guns, they didn't dare to gamble on whether their guns were faster or the enemy's swords were faster!

That damn sword sliced ​​through a bullet and cleaved a person in two—who else could it be but Deadpool?!

Digg, standing to the side, stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, muttering, "Fuck Marvel is all fake—this is—this is—"

Just then, a hidden door on the side suddenly opened, and a group of Latino men wearing black leather jackets and covered in tattoos filed in with greedy and ferocious expressions.

At their waists were rows of pistols, and even the lining of their clothes vaguely resembled submachine guns, giving them a menacing air.

Upon entering, the people immediately lined up in two rows, seemingly waiting to welcome the arrival of some mysterious person.

Digg felt like he'd been granted a pardon, his face lighting up with wild joy as he laughed maniacally, "Bruce Wayne! No matter what kind of monster you are, that big shot from the underworld is here. You can hold off a pistol, but do you think you can hold off an automatic rifle?"

"You're dead! The more you struggle, the more exciting this party will be!"

He then turned to the hidden door specifically set up for the other party and said loudly, "Sir, we've been waiting for you for a long time. There were a few minor incidents at the party, but you'll enjoy them! Welcome!"