"Wait."
Shane suddenly raised a hand to stop Mongul, who was itching to show off his might.
Mongul was slightly displeased, but when dealing with someone he considered weak, the tyrant was willing to put on a show of patience.
"What else do you want?"
"Nothing major."
Shane turned and gestured to the silent Jason.
"Take Shazam farther away and check his injuries."
Jason froze for a moment, then jogged over to the two of them and hauled the unconscious Shazam out of the crater, slinging his arm over his shoulder.
Mongul watched in silence, then seemed to think of something interesting and spoke again.
"It seems you share an admirable bond. I have a small proposal as well."
Shane turned back, looking up at the towering Mongul with mild confusion.
"What?" "I don't have the patience to subjugate you one by one. If you lose to me in this fight, all three of you will stay here from now on and become my fighters."
Even though Shane had prepared himself to put on an act, Mongul's enormous appetite still left him momentarily speechless.
This old bastard really was dreaming big, trying to bag all three of us at once.
From the sound of it, that demand also seemed to demonstrate Mongul's absolute faith in that so-called combat power display.
He had blind confidence in the gap between his strength and Shane's.
But Shane couldn't agree too quickly.
Who knew whether this cunning old bastard merely looked crude? What if Shane agreed too readily and immediately aroused his suspicions?
He could only feign a troubled frown and wait a moment before squeezing out a reply.
"We're friends, not master and servants. I can't promise away their freedom on a whim."
After Shane refused him, Mongul's expression darkened, a hint of