"Shane, my master would like to invite you to the Jade Pavilion for a chat."
Once everyone had worked together to seal the breach into Hell again, Zhou Zhanxie walked over to Shane at a signal from the girl leaning on a dragon-headed cane and spoke from a short distance away.
Zhou Zhanxie had assumed there would be little difficulty. The more she interacted with Shane these past few days, the more certain she became that his identity was far more complicated than merely being an alien.
In so much of what he said and did, Shane habitually displayed a natural familiarity, no different from someone born and raised in this country.
Subconsciously, Zhou Zhanxie believed Shane had feelings for this land for some unknown reason, and would probably not refuse an invitation to build closer ties with one of the country's native organizations.
The United States' Superman was a saint, certainly, but Superman's very existence made him a "deterrent" that no other country could afford to ignore.
Especially since Zhou Zhanxie herself also held an official position.
Of course she hoped to win Shane over.
Whether in terms of his appearance or his cultural affinity, Zhou sincerely believed Shane was better suited to becoming China's Superman.
But when Shane looked up from where he sat beside a mound of earth, an unfamiliar, complicated light flickered in his eyes.
Before Zhou Zhanxie could register the change in his gaze, his quiet refusal came.
"No, I think I'll pass." "What?"
"Uh, sorry, but I think it's time this vacation ended. Besides, my continued presence here might be a headache for some officials."
Shane stood and raised a hand, drawing Constantine, who was still lying on the ground like a maggot, into his grasp.
"I came here to unwind in the first