Seeing Superman recover, Miao Mu was not surprised. He merely sighed in relief inwardly.
If he had really been forced to take on Simon Hurt himself, this equipment would not have been suitable. He had not even brought his Nth Metal cape.
This was truly a miscalculation. It was all Joker's fucking fault.
Miao Mu immediately found someone to blame. If that guy had not committed so many atrocities, he should have made more preparations.
Who would dare trust a madman's memories? Miao Mu considered it, and even now, he did not dare believe everything Joker said.
Joker was not merely insane—his mind was exceptionally sharp. When he was serious, he could even run Batman around in circles.
Miao Mu had never fantasized about taking desperate risks with his intelligence. He only knew the cautionary tales of people who played with fire and got burned.
When Superman went all out, even his ordinary left and right swings nearly shattered Simon Hurt's body.
Perhaps many people did not know this, but Superman had been a good kid from childhood to adulthood. When others were four or five, they played with toy cars.
When Superman was four or five, he played with the tracked tractor at home, the kind he could push around across the ground. Compared to the king of land warfare, a tank, his family's tractor was only a tiny bit lighter.
When other children roughhoused, the worst that could happen was a trip to the hospital. When young Superman roughhoused... like the female teacher who played toss-the-child with him and got thrown onto the roof, they cried even harder than the children below.
"Phew..."
Superman blew out another blast of freezing breath, encasing Simon Hurt's body in ice to prevent him from teleporting.
After confirming that Simon Hurt possessed