As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 535: Loki’s Compromise
Previously on As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group...
Soul Society’s Villain: Don’t get me wrong, I just think it would be even more interesting if this Loki shaved his eyebrows too.
Doujin Artist: *Snort!*
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: You’re a devil, Sister Hua! What a devilish thought you have! Loki would cry if he heard you say that, he absolutely would cry! Asgard’s little prince would cry terribly!
Soul Society’s Villain: Then let him go back to his mom.
Machete Girl: Hahaha, this is Sister Hua’s sense of humor! Go back to his mom, that’s hilarious!
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Oh, I have to say... I like that idea. I want to go with him to find his mom, that peach-like Queen of Asgard...
Curly-haired Guy: How do you plan on looking for her, naked?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Buddy, why are you such a pervert? Can’t we wear clothes? At least we could wear socks. That’s right, socks are a must.
Doujin Artist: And they have to be black stockings, right?
Machete Girl: Are you guys not afraid Odin himself will descend and beat you up if you fantasize about his wife like this?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Hahahahaha, sorry! I didn’t want to laugh, but I really can’t help it! You guys probably haven’t heard my other nickname, it’s "Nursing Home Terminator." As the name suggests, any elderly person over sixty in this world will tremble when they see me.
This is an Actor: That’s a pretty good nickname.
Gerard’s face twitched slightly; even he almost lost his composure.
Doujin Artist: Nursing Home Terminator, really? You scoundrel, you’re so shameless!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: So, Mr. Deadpool, you think you’re best suited to bullying the weak and infirm, is that it?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: What’s shameless about it? Isn’t this a special skill? I even think it’s something to be proud of, something worth celebrating. Yes, I am very proud right now!
As soon as the message was sent, Deadpool, dragging a thoroughly dejected Loki, arrived at the deepest part of Hell’s Kitchen. Kicking open the door of a dilapidated shack, the two walked in.
"What do you think, buddy?" Deadpool asked Loki, tilting his head as he sat on a low stool in the shack. "Like your new hairstyle? Of course, you don’t need to thank me... it’s my duty."
Hearing this, Loki finally snapped out of his daze, his face full of rage. "You damn bastard, how dare you insult me like this?!"
"Next, I need your cooperation," Deadpool said calmly, completely ignoring Loki’s anger. "Do you understand what I mean? I’ll take you to a farm, and you’ll have to work there for five years... no, ten years to atone for your sins."
Farm work?
Loki’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "You expect me, the great prince of Asgard... to be a farmer? How dare you? I curse you, I curse you..."
Bang.
Before he could finish, Deadpool punched him in the stomach. Loki doubled over like a shrimp, his face contorted. "You brought this on yourself, buddy. I should remind you, you’re not some cuckolded prince anymore. You’re just a prisoner who needs to atone."
"No, you damn..."
"If you argue with me again, you’ll lose your eyebrows. You should know I’m not joking; I’m very serious."
Gulp.
Loki swallowed, his mouth twitching. He couldn’t even imagine this scoundrel wanting to shave his eyebrows. This was absolutely a devil from hell!
Lin Fengjiao: You’re hopeless, Deadpool, truly hopeless. You can say such shameless things without a shred of shame.
Pretty Boy from Skull Island: But speaking of which, Odin is indeed old and infirm. Not only is he very old, but he’s also blind.
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: See? Uncle’s specialty is dealing with people like that. And here’s another funny thing, the little bald guy has agreed to cooperate. He’ll be sent to work on the farm tomorrow.
Doujin Artist: Did he agree to cooperate, or was he coerced into cooperating?
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Either way, Deadpool has actually done a good deed this time. Forcing criminals to undergo corrective labor seems more effective than killing them in some cases.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Sister Mochou, are you...
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: I’m wondering if that transmigrator, Dongfang Bubai, Ren Woxing, or even Ren Yingying, would have their heads shaved and be sent for reeducation too.
Doujin Artist: Good heavens, I can only exclaim "good heavens"!
Wig Guy: Others might have to ponder, but if it were Ren Yingying... shaving her head might be worse than killing her.
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Right?
Li Mochou, hiding her presence, watched Ren Yingying, who was flirting with the transmigrator, not far away. She almost burst out laughing picturing the other woman with a shaved head.
For a young girl who cared about her appearance, that would indeed be a terrifying punishment.
"So, after all this talk, you still want to fight!" Just as she was lost in thought, Xiang Wentian’s angry roar suddenly rang out from the arena. "You so-called righteous sects of the martial world are so slow and disgusting!"
Huh? Did the negotiations break down?
Li Mochou’s attention had been on the group chat, so she hadn’t paid much attention to what the two groups were discussing. Hearing Xiang Wentian’s angry roar, she instinctively felt that the negotiations had fallen apart.
"Donor Xiang, you misunderstand my meaning," Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin said with his hands clasped, his tone calm. "I merely wish to invite a few of you to be guests at the Shaolin Temple after the events conclude, to listen to Buddhist teachings."
"Isn’t that just house arrest?" Xiang Wentian’s eyes widened, and he immediately cursed. "Speaking so high and mighty, who are you trying to make laugh, old monk!"
"Amitabha." Fangzheng recited. He didn’t speak further.
In reality, Xiang Wentian was right; he did intend to place them under house arrest. He would not let these demonic cult members go now that they had come to Mount Song.
"Since Master Fangzheng wishes to keep us, we don’t need to wait until the events are over," Ren Woxing stepped forward with a smile. "Shall we begin now?"
"Sect Leader Ren, do you truly intend to act like this?" Zuo Lengchan narrowed his eyes, instinctively feeling something was wrong.
He had seen Ren Woxing before; he knew that although the man was incredibly powerful, he was certainly not foolish. If he dared to say such a thing, he must have some backup.
What could it be, that made him dare to utter such threats in front of so many righteous martial artists?
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