"Damn it, Jino Luthor!"
On the streets of New York City, Fury practically roared Jino's name.
It was only when he saw Jino that he truly understood he had been played.
The Destroyer Armor had not returned to Asgard at all—it had been taken by Jino.
Looking at the young man standing atop the Destroyer Armor's head, Fury wanted nothing more than to pull out a handkerchief and bite down on it.
That thing should have belonged to him, yet it had ended up in Jino's hands.
Fury was seething inside, but he could not vent his anger at all.
There was no helping it. The other man was stronger than him, and he did not dare say anything defiant.
"So Thor left?"
Jino looked around curiously but did not see Thor, who had regained his divine power.
"He left. He said he was going back to Asgard to demand the truth from Loki."
Fury took a deep breath, glanced at Jino, and could not help probing, "That armor of yours...?"
"Ah, forget about it. There's no way I'm giving it to you." Jino flatly rejected Fury's attempt.
What a joke. The Destroyer Armor contained plenty of technology too. If he brought it back to Lex, perhaps he could figure out some kind of black technology from it.
With that thought in mind, Jino waved goodbye to the near-tearful Fury. "See you next time."
Metropolis.
Justice League.
The DC Universe was still the same DC Universe.
Chaos, slaughter, and darkness were its main themes.
Inside the circular hall containing seven chairs, Bart, who was assigned to guard the hall, gazed enviously at the chair placed in the very center.
That golden throne was so dazzling and noble. Bart imagined himself in Jino's place, then let out a snickering laugh.
"What