BRING THAT BRAT HERE
"Respected sirs," he utters with a blend of deference and a slight bow, "May I ask why you guys are here? Does the Mafia boss know of your appearances? And why are acting on Mr. Capone's directives?

Elder Cornelius narrows his gaze, emitting an intense stare. "By what right do you pose such queries to us?" he retorts sharply. "Anyway, we are here to help Mr. Capone achieve his aim! Anyone who tries to stop us would be considered an enemy!"

Deathpool's heart skips a beat. "But, Sirs...," He tries to say but Elder Nelson interjects abruptly, cutting him off,

"We don't want to hear any nonsense!" He snarls, "Are you getting out of our way or should we make you?"

Anxiety prickles beneath Deathpool's skin, his composure starting to falter. Regardless of how powerful a man is, there are invariably those more powerful. One of these elders is enough to kill him. The realization of this leaves his legs unsteady.

What will he do?

His gaze flickers to Jordan to see if he has any suggestions, bu
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