"It seemed I'd underestimated the King of Abilities. Although he didn't know we were already in Detroit, for the greater good, he wouldn't stay behind so easily."
Chthon was somewhat speechless. It secretly thought, "For the King of Abilities, the most important things right now are leveling up and reaching Detroit at the scheduled time.
If he encountered trouble along the way, he would only lend a small hand and wouldn't waste time. In that case, delaying him would require a more ingenious method."
What kind of more ingenious method?
Simply put, a method that left the King of Abilities with no choice. For example, putting thousands of survivors in a small town in danger. If the King of Abilities didn't intervene, they would certainly die.
Under such circumstances, the King of Abilities couldn't possibly turn a blind eye. After all, he was a true superhero.
Chthon's plan was simple. Since the woman tactic didn't work, it would use the King of Abilities' sense of justice and responsibility.
"The problem now is that making several thousand survivors get poisoned at once isn't easy. This needs careful planning, and the King of Negativity needs to cooperate as well."
Chthon's eyes flashed. "I want the Compound V Big Tree too."
At the Detroit Settlement, the concert gradually began to end. Well, it wasn't that Harley Quinn couldn't sing anymore. In fact, she could keep singing for three days and nights.
The problem was that the audience couldn't keep listening. Whether ordinary people or Ability Users, they were tired from shouting and standing. More importantly, they were hungry.
When Harley Quinn saw everyone starting to leave, she was greatly dissatisfied. With her personality, who cared about good and evil? All she cared about was whether she was happy.
Thus, a large number of