The Moon.
Mary looked at Andrew and asked in surprise, "You can actually survive on the Moon? Uh, I forgot, there's no air on the Moon, so you can't hear me."
Andrew put a communicator by Mary's ear and quipped, "Isn't it a little late to be considering that now? If I were an ordinary person, you'd already be burning paper offerings for me."
"I only just thought of it."
Mary smiled awkwardly and flew toward Hancock with Andrew.
Hancock was currently fighting Faora. Well, all right, he was being beaten up by Faora one-sidedly.
Hancock was not actually weak, but a washed-up drunk who had been decadent for years was naturally not much of a fighter.
"Woman, you've angered me."
Hancock shouted soundlessly, leaped forward, and hurled his fist fiercely at Faora. Faora raised her right hand to catch Hancock's fist, then kicked him down below, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Hancock angrily climbed to his feet. Just as he was preparing to attack again, he saw Andrew and Mary flying over. His gaze instantly locked onto Mary. God, I think I'm in love.
"So it's like this again."
Mary sighed and flew in front of Hancock with Andrew. Faora automatically stood behind Andrew.
Andrew handed the communicator to Hancock, who looked remarkably like Deadshot, and said, "Hello, I'm Andrew Wang. I was the one who had Faora invite you to the Moon."
"You call that an invitation? Forget it, that's not important. Who is this?"
Hancock was furious at first, but then he waved it off. Looking at Mary, he asked Andrew.
Hancock's current behavior could be summed up in one sentence: the moment I saw my sister-in-law, I decided we were brothers.
Andrew said, "Her name is Mary. She's your ex-wife."
"Mary, nice name. Wait, ex-wife?"