American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

Stephen Chow waited for those two seconds, but not a single ghost appeared.

"You're not coming out, huh? You really think this rotten land is your family's heirloom?"

He walked deeper into the area, holding the butcher knife upside down in one hand, the solid wood floorboards creaking under his feet.

Old Zhou bent down and rubbed the floor with the sole of his shoe. "Good heavens, could this be pure natural red oak?"

To hear a sound, he squatted down and tapped the floor with the back of his knife.

"If I hired a few migrant workers to pry it off, then packaged it, shipped it by sea, and resold it to those old men in Panjiayuan who deal in secondhand furniture, it would at least cover my travel and meal allowance for more than half a month!"

"Let's put it as... 'Return payment for building materials used in overseas disaster relief.' If that old bastard Wang doesn't approve it, I'll sit outside his office every day and eat green onions!"

Old Zhou was plotting where to steal a shipping container for cross-border smuggling when a chill ran down his spine.

His knees buckled, and he slid forward half a meter along the ground, then swung the knife handle upwards with his right hand.

"clang!"

Half of the wall was illuminated by a long string of sparks.

Using the recoil, Stephen Chow did a backflip to create distance and landed steadily.

He finally got a clear look at the attacker.

He was dressed in a red and black bodysuit and held two gleaming samurai swords in his hands.

"Your red and black outfit looks familiar."

Stephen Chow casually loosened his tie, pointed the butcher knife at the other man's nose, and said, "Just got off work at the comic convention? Or are you here in the middle of the night stealing manhole covers? Let me tell you, I've got the whole scrap metal business in this area! Don't you even know the rule of first come, first served?!"

The guy in the red and black bodysuit didn't continue attacking. Instead, he cupped his face in his hands and made an exaggerated yet coy and shy gesture.

The two white eyes on the mask magically magnified: "My God! My God! Am I that famous now? Even you, a butcher who wandered into an Eastern fantasy film, actually remember Deadpool's name?"

He quickly took a step forward, his tone very urgent.

"Tell me right now! Are Deadpool merchandise selling like hotcakes at the Yiwu Commodity Market in China? Did you even buy the rights? Did you even give me a share of the profits?"

As Zhou Xingxing listened to the other person's illogical nonsense, a string in his mind finally clicked.

Mutant mercenary, Deadpool.

It is said that he also possesses a very powerful self-healing ability. The intelligence reports mentioned that this guy is someone who does things for money.

He wasn't entirely sure about the accuracy of the information, but he was certain that this bastard was mentally unstable.

Old Zhou flicked his wrist, the butcher knife flashing as he slashed: "How dare you steal my business on my turf! Today I'm going to strip you bare and sell you as used goods on Xianyu as compensation for your emotional distress!"

"Oh dear! This is so scary, so scary!"

Deadpool patted his chest in a mock-serious manner, casually flicking his twin swords outwards. "But that all-black, outdated suit you're wearing looks pretty good. How about I borrow it to pick up girls?"

"I'll send you a used Spider-Man bodysuit in exchange! It'll be brand new!"

The red and black figure had barely finished speaking when he charged forward.

"Hey? Trying to ambush me? I'm a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right, I kill anyone who gets in my way! You red-skinned monster, you think you can strip me? I'm the one who's always the one stripping others!"

Zhou Xingxing didn't retreat an inch, and charged straight at the blade.

Deadpool's wrists, elbows, and kneecaps became the relentless targets of the butcher's knife.

"Dude, your knife skills are absolutely amazing! How many years did you study at which culinary school?"

"Is the tuition expensive there? Do they guarantee job placement after graduation? Is your principal really that guy who drives the excavator?"

"Shut up, you red-skinned monster! You're so noisy!"

Stephen Chow swiftly cleaved the oncoming left-handed knife in half, then kicked the opponent in the abdomen.

Deadpool let out a strange cry and his waist bent backward with extreme flexibility, his right hand slashing directly at Stephen Chow's neck.

"Click!"

Sparks flew directly into their faces, and their weapons became stuck together in mid-air.

Deadpool stared wide-eyed through his mask at the broken butcher knife: "Wait, wait! Pause right now!"

Deadpool jumped back a large step and quickly withdrew from the battle.

He held his samurai sword up to his eyes and examined it carefully in the dim moonlight, then pointed at the pig-slaughtering knife in Stephen Chow's hand and stared at it for a long time.

"This is completely illogical! It totally contradicts the basic laws of physics in the Marvel Universe!"

He was so anxious that he jumped up and down on the spot, pointing around and shouting while frantically waving his hands at the air.

"Where's the author?! Where the hell are you?! This episode's script wasn't written like this at all! Holy crap! I'm holding adamantium dual swords! That's the hardest material in the entire universe!"

"Why could that cheap, two-dollar butcher knife he bought at the store block it?! Why didn't that broken knife even chip a little?!"

"If you guys are cheating for him, I'm reporting you and getting his account banned right now!"

Stephen Chow sneered disdainfully, "What an ignorant bumpkin! This knife is made of pure Tian Shan cold iron, a prized possession that has slain eight hundred wild boars!"

"What kind of bullshit is this Heavenly Mountain Cold Iron?! What kind of ridiculous setting is that?! Did we accidentally switch channels from a cultivation novel?! I'm not playing with you guys anymore, cold weapons are so outdated, I'm going to pull out my big gun now!"

As he spoke, he squeezed his legs together tightly and reached his hand directly into his crotch.

Zhou Xingxing's eyelids twitched. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, why is fighting involving grabbing crotches?"

This is supposed to be a proper fight, but you're using such vulgar tactics?

"What, you want to compete with me in concealed weapons? Do you think you're afraid of me?!"

Without hesitation, Lao Zhou reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his left hand, and his fingertips quickly gripped the handles of two throwing knives.

Two large-caliber Desert Eagles were pulled out of Deadpool's crotch.

Just as the fire was about to escalate, a panting sound came from the darkness deep in the corridor.

Even Deadpool, who's always been a chatterbox, stopped what he was doing.

One side of the dilapidated solid wood door was smashed to pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.

A huge figure suddenly rushed out from inside.

Stephen Chow got a clear look at what that thing looked like.

The monster had an exaggeratedly thick blue hair and an unusually robust physique, but it was wearing a pair of human pants.

"Enough, Wade! Stop it!"