"Quick! Use fire! Use salt!"
The Man in Sunglasses commanded loudly, "Legend has it that Moriah's zombies fear salt! Go to the warehouse and get some salt!"
Several quick-witted lackeys immediately rushed to the nearby warehouse, hauled out a few bags of coarse salt, and without caring if it would work, grabbed handfuls and stuffed them into the mouths of the charging zombies.
"Eat salt, you monster!"
One lackey stuffed a large handful of salt into a zombie's mouth.
The zombie paused for a moment.
The lackey felt a surge of joy: "Is it working?"
The next second.
Crunch!
The zombie bit off the lackey's palm in one go, swallowing it along with the salt.
It even let out a salty burp.
"Aaaah! It's useless! Salt doesn't work!"
The lackey clutched his severed wrist and rolled on the ground, soon to be submerged by the horde of corpses.
The Man in Sunglasses was completely dumbfounded.
Not afraid of salt? How is that possible? Could the intelligence have been wrong?
Just then, a mocking voice rang out beside his ear.
"Moriah? That dead fat guy who looks like a green onion?"
Deadpool suddenly appeared on a shipping container next to the Man in Sunglasses, swinging his legs while toying with a grenade in his hand.
"Don't lump me in with that low-brow guy; that's the greatest insult to an artist."
He pulled the pin on the grenade, but instead of throwing it, he tossed it in his hand like a coin.
"That fat guy plays with shadows; that's a game of house."
"But me..."
Deadpool pointed to Buck, who was currently wreaking havoc.
At this moment, Buck was grabbing two pirates and smashing their heads together as if crushing tomatoes.
Red and white matter splattered everywhere.
"I play with viruses, with evolution, with the sublimation of life."
Deadpool suddenly shoved the grenade into his mouth and said indistinctly, "Although this sublimation is a bit... people-consuming."
Boom! The grenade exploded in his mouth.
Smoke poured out of his orifices, and his entire face was blown into a bloody mess.
The Man in Sunglasses was so scared he sat down on the ground with a thud.
What kind of lunatic is this! Blowing himself up?
However, that mangled face began to squirm again, flesh weaving together, and in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original state.
Deadpool spat out a puff of black smoke, reached up to adjust his crooked jaw, and grinned at the Man in Sunglasses: "What? Stunned by my handsomeness?"
"Since you guys like riddles so much, I'll give you a hint."
He stood up and spread his arms, as if embracing this battlefield filled with blood and gunpowder smoke.
"Remember this name; it will be a topic of conversation for you when you're ghosts in your next life."
"I am Deadpool, or you can call me Lord Deadpool."
"And these little cuties..." He pointed to the zombies covering the ground. "You can call them—my fan club."
"Now, the fan meeting officially begins; those who don't want an autograph can leave their brains behind."
As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool's figure vanished again.
Meanwhile, the giant Buck, who had been guarding the ship, moved. He took heavy steps, each one making the pier tremble.
That direction was the town gate leading to the center of the island.
"Stop him! Close the gate! Don't let this monster enter the city!" The Man in Sunglasses roared, scrambling backward.
If these things were allowed to rush into the city, the consequences... were unimaginable. The entire Iron Fang Island would become a dead city!
Deadpool watched the panicked crowd fleeing and sighed boredly. "What are you running for? I haven't even performed how to cut an onion with two swords at the same time yet."
He glanced at the mountain of gunpowder barrels not far away. Those were the munitions Galen was preparing to transport and sell.
"Hehehe..." A bone-chilling laugh came from beneath the mask.
Deadpool pulled two Desert Eagles from his chest and struck a cool pose. "Art is—"
Bang! Bang! The bullets accurately struck the fuses of the gunpowder barrels. "Patrick Star!"
Rumble—!!! The sky-high flames instantly swallowed half the pier.
The blast wave sent countless pirates flying into the sea, also igniting the most magnificent fireworks for this zombie feast.
Illuminated by the firelight, the figures crawling out of the flames appeared even more hideous and terrifying. The gates of hell had been completely opened.
The raging fire reddened half the sky, and thick smoke coiled like a Black Dragon over Iron Fang Island. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, roasting meat, and a certain indescribable, fishy sweetness.
The Man in Sunglasses stumbled backward; his expensive suit had long since been worn to rags, and the pair of sunglasses that symbolized his status had only one leg left, yet it stubbornly hung on his ear.
He looked at the red freak walking out of the firelight, his heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped by someone.
"Do... do you know what you are doing?" The Man in Sunglasses swallowed, trying to squeeze a bit of authority from his dry throat. "This is the territory of the Heavenly Yaksha! It is one of the most important strongholds of the Donquixote Family!"
He suddenly raised his voice, as if as long as it was loud enough, he could dispel the fear before him. "Do you want to declare war on that lord! Do you want to be an enemy of the entire Underworld!"
Deadpool stopped. He tilted his head, reached out to pick earwax that didn't exist, and then wiped his hand on his spandex suit.
"Heavenly Yaksha?" Deadpool asked back in an exaggerated tone, cupping his face with both hands.
"Is that the pervert in sunglasses who wears a pink feather coat, walks like he's doing a tap dance, and laughs like 'Fufufu'?"
The Man in Sunglasses was stunned. How dare this guy describe the Young Master like that?!
"Oh right, I heard he's also an older child craving love? Or a bad-tempered baby who wants to destroy the World?"
Deadpool spread his hands and shrugged helplessly. "To be honest, I'm not interested in that guy who only knows how to manipulate thin strings to play bondage games. Although I also quite like red, that color is too pink and tender; it doesn't fit my manly image."
"Bastard!" The Man in Sunglasses trembled with rage, raised the flintlock pistol in his hand, and pulled the trigger again. Click. Empty chamber.
"Oops, this is awkward."
Deadpool instantly flashed in front of the Man in Sunglasses, and before the barrel could be lowered, it was blocked by a red glove.
"Looks like your little toothpick can't shoot anything out; do you need me to recommend a blue pill?"
The Man in Sunglasses tried to retreat in terror, only to find his legs as heavy as lead. It wasn't because of fear.
He looked down, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpricks. A severed palm was gripping his ankle tightly.
There was no blood at the severed end of that palm; instead, countless black filaments extended from it, drilling into his skin like parasites.
"Th-this... what is this..." The Man in Sunglasses tried desperately to shake off the severed hand, drawing the short blade at his waist and hacking wildly. Clang!
The blade struck the severed hand, actually emitting the sound of metal colliding. That wasn't a dead man's hand. That was a petri dish for the virus.
"This is a welcome gift left for you by that little fat guy." Deadpool pointed to the remains of Captain Galen in the distance, who was still being gnawed on by zombies. "No need to thank me; we are one big loving family, after all."
"Aaaah!" The Man in Sunglasses let out a scream. The black filaments had already burrowed into his blood vessels, and that burning sensation surged up his thigh, straight to his heart.
He could clearly feel his body betraying his brain.
"No! I am an executive! I am a subordinate of Lord Doflamingo! I must hold on... there must be an antidote..."
The Man in Sunglasses rolled wildly on the ground, clawing at his own skin. His fingernails tore through his flesh, but what flowed out wasn't red blood, but thick, black liquid.
"Antidote?" Deadpool squatted beside him and thoughtfully handed him a knife. "If you cut off your head, it won't hurt anymore. This is currently the only known cure; I've personally tested it and it's effective, although the side effects are a bit big."