Harem With Venom In Marvel/Dc

The izakaya was quite spacious, filled with about a hundred people, and bustling with noise and chatter. The dim lights flickered, causing people's figures to stretch and shrink unpredictably.

The sound of wine glasses clinking and the gulping of drinks mixed together in the air. Some were drinking, while others were engrossed in a game, their excited shouts echoing throughout the room. Insults and laughter intertwined without pause, while some engaged in a round of cards. Smoke and the pungent scent of strong liquor filled the tavern, as if nothing else mattered.

When Chino looked around, skilled individuals ignored him completely, while those less adept lacked even basic courtesy.

"Boy, hurry home. This isn't a place for playing house."

"Hey, little master, how about choosing me? I'll give you a wonderful night."

Despite these voices, Chino ignored them and calmly wove through the crowd, searching for his target.

He couldn't see strength or aura, relying instead on vague judgments based on the weapons and equipment people carried.

His eyes landed on a man with two swords strapped to his back. Moving closer, he observed the man's handsome yet somewhat rough face.

The man was playing cards, surrounded by a circle of people, the constant noise never ceasing.

He ignored Chino's presence, focusing entirely on his hand of cards.

"Deadpool."

Or rather, the mercenary Wade Wilson, who had yet to become Deadpool.

Chino smiled. He never expected to meet the legendary Miss Li's favorite. In his past life, he had envied the man's carefree outlook on life.

Without interrupting, Chino quietly stood by and watched him play.

"Damn, lost again!" Wade cursed, throwing his cards onto the table.

"Wade, stop whining and pay up already," his opponent demanded, extending a hand.

Wade grumbled, reluctantly pulling out a few coins. It was all the money he had left.

"Hello, Wade. Mind if I have a word?" Chino asked gently.

"Oh, boy, you haven't been a bother so far. But if you wanna play house with me, I'll shave your head for you," Wade rattled off without hesitation. Even though he wasn't Deadpool yet, his sharp tongue was just the same.

"Take me to the lab," Chino said bluntly.

"Oh sure, kid, why don't you sneak in, steal some mysterious serum, and turn yourself into a hero? Read fewer comic books, will ya?" Wade sneered.

"Hahaha!"

The entire izakaya erupted in laughter.

"One million swords."

Chino raised a finger. His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with clarity.

Gulp—

As if time had frozen, for a moment, the entire tavern fell silent.

Chino calmly observed their reactions.

"I can pay half of the advance up front."

"Pfft!"

The izakaya's owner, Jason, spat out the wine in his mouth, which misted under the dim light.

"Does this brat even understand how much a million dollars is? Killing someone barely costs a few thousand."

Cassel sighed. "I haven't had time to teach the young master about these things."

Chino remained expressionless as he looked at Wade. "Not interested? Then I'll—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wade dashed forward, grabbing his raised finger.

"No problem, boss. Forget sneaking into a lab—I'll kill someone if you need me to."

"Good," Chino smiled slightly.

"Alright, boss. So, when do I get that advance payment?"

"Cassel."

Wade beamed as he looked at the text message on his phone—one million dollars. That was enough for two years of fun with Vanessa, plus some upgraded gear.

The people around him watched in envy. Getting a million dollars just for playing along with a kid? This was the first time Wade had ever encountered such a thing.

"By the way, boss, what were you about to say earlier?"

"Oh, nothing much. If you had refused, I would've added another half a million."

"..."

The grin on Wade's face froze. For the first time in his life, he regretted acting too quickly. If he had hesitated just a little longer, he could have gotten another five hundred grand.

As Wade regained his composure, he noticed Chino still scanning the room, searching for someone.

The mercenaries present began flaunting their weapons and strength, eager for a lucrative opportunity.

"Boss, you're still looking for more people to play—uh, I mean, to sneak into the lab with?"

"Well, you're the main attacker. But I still need a few others to ensure my safety."

Wade realized the young boss was serious. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Boss, I know a guy who once beat me in a fight. He'd be great for protecting you."

"Oh? Where is he? Take me to him," Chino's eyes sparkled with curiosity. He was eager to meet someone Wade considered strong.

"But he's a mutant, boss. You sure that's okay?"

During their fight, the opponent's jaw had been as solid as steel. Without his hand guards, Wade's fist would've broken on impact.

"As long as he's strong enough, I don't mind," Chino said without hesitation.

With Wade leading the way, Chino arrived at a table where a burly man was downing whiskey like it was water.

"Logan, stop drinking. I've got a job for you. Stick with me, will ya?"

Cough—

Wade slapped the man's back, causing him to choke on his drink.

The burly man turned his head, revealing a pair of wild eyes.

"Touch my ass again, and I'll slice you to ribbons."

"Not my fault! Your ass is just too... firm. Look, I found a big job, and I'm specially recommending you to the boss."

Wolverine. Logan. What was he doing here? Wade should have been killed by him in this timeline.

"This is your boss? Playing house with a kid?" Logan scoffed at Chino but had clearly overheard the conversation in the tavern.

"Don't say that. This boss is serious," Wade hurriedly said.

"Get lost before I punch you," Logan threatened, raising a fist.

"Oh? Wanna show off those little claws of yours? I'll fix you up real good," Wade taunted, slowly drawing two knives.

Logan smirked and unsheathed his adamantium claws, revealing just their razor-sharp tips.

Chino suddenly spoke.

"Wade, stop. Wolverine—Logan—can we talk?"

"Wolverine. What a fancy title. But unfortunately, I don't deserve it," Logan muttered as he retracted his claws.

"Do you know me?" Logan narrowed his eyes at Chino.

"One million dollars. Plus, I have information you might find useful. Consider my request."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Logan studied Chino suspiciously.

"Well..." Chino paused before answering. "Your skeleton is coated in adamantium, making it unbreakable. You wear a dog tag on your chest."

"When do we leave?" Logan asked without hesitation.

"Right now. Cassel, prepare a car."

"Understood, young master. Shall I accompany you?" Cassel asked, sounding worried.

"No need to worry. This will be easy. Just make sure my chocolate milk is ready when I return."

"Yes, sir."

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