"Something's coming!" Superman sharply sensed something moving toward them at extreme speed.
It was so fast that even Superman did not know how to describe it—three times faster than light.
Almost instantly, it rushed over.
Red Heat Vision flared in Superman's eyes. He was not afraid of the damage caused by that speed, but Miao Mu beside him would be smashed into a pile of flesh in an instant.
Here it came!
Superman's Heat Vision converged.
The other party stopped. Looking at Superman, he called out in surprise, "Clark?"
He spoke so quickly that the words were nearly impossible to hear, but Superman heard him. There was no hostility from him, and he had slowed down.
The Heat Vision in Superman's eyes vanished as well.
The Flash, Barry, looked at Superman—the pillar of the Justice League, always appearing front and center—with exceptional excitement on his face. Meeting an old friend in a foreign place, he did not quite know how to express it.
Even within the Justice League, they addressed one another by their codenames rather than their real names. Although everyone knew the truth, they still observed that unspoken rule of secrecy.
Miao Mu looked at Barry, who had suddenly appeared before them, and at Constantine in his grasp. Constantine was being dragged by the collar, reeking of alcohol, and he had thrown up all over himself.
Constantine felt wronged too. Just moments ago, he had been in a New York bar, drinking and bragging with two beautiful women, preparing to spend a wonderful holiday night.
Then this guy in red, who called himself The Flash, came to invite him to save the world. God!
He had merely refused, and The Flash had stolen everything on him, then threatened to return all of it to its rightful owners.
Naturally,