Shane raised an eyebrow at that and decided there was no need to hurry.
The equipment was not ready anyway, so the mission could not begin. There was no point rushing over to interrupt Battle Beast's fun.
The guy was unruly by nature. Forcibly spoiling his mood would most likely lead to a pointless brawl.
Shane had already witnessed Lobo's regenerative abilities aboard Warworld.
They were even more outrageous than those of Marvel's Wolverine in the films and TV shows from his previous life.
Unless it was necessary, Shane had no desire to fight such a sticky wad of gum. Even if he won, he would still end up with filthy hands.
Besides, if the two of them fought on Earth now, even Superman might not be able to break it up.
I'll take my time getting there.
Shane simply took out his phone and started scrolling as he drifted leisurely through the clouds.
News notifications from all kinds of social media apps popped up one after another.
Especially after he reached Miami, trending topics about high-society parties, late-night bars, and luxury cars on the streets appeared in an endless stream.
Shane did not even need to ask Cyborg again. Plenty of news reports and livestreamers had already exposed Rob's exact location. He casually opened a recent livestream and saw Lobo, Rob, sitting sprawled on a sofa in a bar.
Over two meters tall, he had two beautiful women perched on each of his broad thighs. There were four in total-black, white, yellow, and brown, without a single repeat.
As a veteran of countless alien bars, Rob had even drawn up a detailed budget based on the money Shane had given him.
Instead of buying a car or a house, he had spent the entire million dollars on drinking at