"Is he dead?" Watching Martian Manhunter lying there without the slightest movement, blood pooling beneath him and his green body utterly still, the salesmen stared hesitantly at his corpse for a moment. They remained deeply wary of this all-green alien.
Even though these salesmen had received professional training and could be called agents specially cultivated by Lex Luthor, they still felt excited and terrified when facing an alien, even if Martian Manhunter now seemed to be dead.
"You extraordinary people are far too confident in your own abilities!" Just as the salesmen stared at Martian Manhunter and did not attack again, Lex Luthor's voice rang out once more, filled with mockery.
"No, confident isn't even enough to describe you. You always think your abilities place you completely above humanity, but you've never known just how great humanity's potential truly is!"
"Martian Manhunter, you probably never imagined that a species whose minds you could read at will would actually learn your weakness and kill you, did you? But it doesn't matter. Death won't be your end. You'll have an entirely new life! Dismember him!"
"Huh?" Hearing Lex Luthor's words, the surrounding salesmen could not help freezing. They were fairly professional when it came to killing people, but dismemberment was not their specialty, especially when it meant cutting up an alien's corpse.
"Hmm?!" Seeing the salesmen frozen in place and not acting immediately, Lex Luthor's voice carried thick displeasure, making their bodies tremble hard.
"Yes! We'll dismember him right away!" The salesmen no longer dared hesitate in the slightest. As if afraid they might encounter something terrifying, they quickly answered and stepped forward, cutting Martian Manhunter's corpse into piece after piece.
It seemed Martian Manhunter really was dead. Even faced with dismemberment, he showed not the slightest reaction. Or perhaps the surrounding