In Deadpool With a System [12]

From the way he looked at Dane, it was obvious he didn’t consider him a threat at all. Compared to his own massive frame, Dane’s leaner build didn’t even register as competition.

“My eyesight is perfect,” Dane said, shaking his head. “And from what I can see, you three are the weirdest ones here. Look at you—green hair, green beard—your whole face is covered in green fuzz. You look like a damn kiwi.”

The pink-haired woman’s face twitched.

“As for you, Miss Pink Hair—your cheeks are so swollen they look like a second pair of buttocks growing out of your face.”

The long-faced woman opened her mouth to speak, but Dane cut her off.

“And you—your face is so long, I bet monkeys love you.”

[Critical Hit!]

[Instantly silenced the three of them. Their minds went completely blank, unable to think of a single comeback.]

[Mental Control +15 (Current Mental Control: 15)]

[Mental Immunity +10 (Current Mental Immunity: 10)]

“You—”

The three of them stood frozen, struggling to form words.

For a few seconds, nothing came out. Then, the only sound was a weak, defeated puff of air—like someone had just let out an empty fart.

Dane crossed his arms. “What? Three walking disasters mocking a normal person? You must be jealous.”

“You little bastard!” The green-haired man finally snapped, his fury boiling over. If words couldn’t win, then fists would.

His muscles tensed as he prepared to strike, but before he could take a step, Angel moved.

She positioned herself in front of Dane, her posture rigid and ready.

“You want to try something?” she asked coolly.

The tension in the air thickened. The once-lighthearted exchange had turned into a full-blown standoff.

Nearby staff members, who had initially been passing through, quickly stopped in their tracks. Some hesitated, unsure if they should intervene, while others backed away to watch from a safe distance.

As more people noticed the situation, the hallway grew silent.

All eyes were now on the five of them.

“Oh? So you are protecting your little boyfriend.” The pink-haired woman smirked. “At first, you denied it, but you’re just embarrassed, aren’t you? Afraid we’ll mock you for choosing such a weak man?”

Realizing they couldn’t win against Dane in an argument, the three turned their insults toward Angel instead.

Angel clenched her fists, her sharp gaze locking onto them. “If you don’t shut up right now, I won’t hold back anymore.”

But the three showed no fear.

“Tch. If Ajax wasn’t protecting you, we’d have dealt with you a long time ago. You think we’d be standing here talking?”

“Kristin, don’t forget who you used to be in front of us.”

“Don’t call her Kristin! She goes by Angel now,” the long-faced woman sneered, emphasizing the name mockingly.

“Yeah, Ajax always calls you Angel. I wonder what’s going on there.”

“Forget it. She’s not worth the trouble.” The green-haired man turned away. “Let’s go. Let Angel enjoy her time with her weak little boyfriend.”

Just as they were about to leave, Dane’s voice rang out.

“Hold on, Green Hair.”

[Green Hair is the name he hates the most.]

[You have successfully provoked Green Hair.]

[Strength +10 (Current Strength: 60)]

The moment those two words left Dane’s mouth, the green-haired man’s expression twisted into something monstrous. His entire body tensed, his muscles flaring in rage as he whipped around.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

His voice was low, seething with barely restrained fury.

The two women beside him immediately grabbed his arms, holding him back.

“Come on, we agreed we were just here to mock them. You’re not seriously gonna fight Kristin, are you?”

“I don’t care about Kristin.” His eyes burned with pure hatred as he locked onto Dane. “That little Asian bastard is the one I’m going to break.”

Angel immediately stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Dane.

“My people aren’t yours to hurt.” Her voice was firm, her posture unwavering.

The green-haired man smirked. “You’re not strong enough to stop me, Kristin. Just hand him over.”

Angel’s jaw tightened. “If you want to get to him, you’ll have to go through me first.”

“Fine by me.” He gave a sharp nod to his companions. “Hold her down. That guy’s mine.”

The pink-haired woman and the long-faced woman exchanged glances. Then, without hesitation, they lunged at Angel.

Angel threw a powerful punch at the incoming attackers. Her strength was immense, but the two women were quick. They ducked, avoiding her strike with practiced ease.

Before Angel could recover, pink-haired woman’s hair suddenly extended, twisting around her body like living ropes. In seconds, Angel was completely bound.

The long-faced woman grabbed Angel’s arm, and a wave of invisible energy surged from her palm.

Angel’s arm went completely numb.

With her strength sealed and her body restrained, she was left standing there, helpless.

Dane’s eyes widened. He took a step forward to help—but before he could do anything, a massive hand clamped around his throat.

In an instant, he was lifted off the ground.

The green-haired man had moved so fast, Dane hadn’t even seen him coming.

“Little bastard, you’re going to pay for what you said.”

The green-haired man’s lips curled into a vicious grin as he tightened his grip. Dane’s face turned red as the air was squeezed from his lungs.

Watching Dane struggle, the green-haired man’s laughter grew louder, more triumphant.

“I could kill you right now…” he mused, pretending to consider it. “But I’m feeling generous today. Beg for your life, and maybe I’ll think about sparing you.”

To savor the moment of hearing Dane beg for mercy, the green-haired man loosened his grip slightly, allowing him to catch his breath.

“I’m guessing you’re the kind of guy who lets people walk all over him,” Dane wheezed, his voice laced with mockery. “Otherwise, your girlfriend wouldn’t have cheated on you, and you wouldn’t be walking around with a head full of green hair as proof.”

[Fearless even in the face of death.]

[Angel and the others have witnessed your unshakable spirit.]

[You have once again ignited Green Hair’s fury.]

[Strength +20 (Current Strength: 80)]

“You little—die!”

The green-haired man snapped. His grip tightened viciously, his fingers pressing down to crush Dane’s throat completely.

But before he could finish the job—