"It had nothing to do with us."
Miao Mu sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, pondering how to toss this bone away—preferably to find a suitable sucker to take it off his hands.
That would distract those Congress bigwigs.
Otherwise, Miao Mu even felt a sense of guilt. God knew what tricks those Congress bigwigs might come up with.
And what was the "important thing" Charles had mentioned?
Miao Mu thought it over and over, tallying everything Batman and Deathstroke had brought back, yet still found no clue.
He decided not to think about it anymore and considered how to shift the blame instead.
Meanwhile.
Amnesty Bay, lighthouse.
"Delicious! Nanaue likes it!"
Sitting on the floor, Nanaue held a half-roasted suckling pig and took a huge bite out of it as though he were biting into an apple.
Half the roast pig went into his stomach, followed by the other half.
Arthur Curry, Aquaman, watched from the side with a twitching mouth. That pig was supposed to be a week's worth of food for him.
Fortunately, his real provisions—beer—had not yet...
"The essence of food is the best. I can taste the wheat." Oswald hugged a beer barrel, so moved that tears filled his eyes.
"All right, friends, why were you in the ocean?"
Arthur sat on the couch and helplessly turned on the television, only to find that the remote was missing. Looking again, he saw that the still-hungry Nanaue was chewing on the antique cabinet his father had left in the house.
"By the sea gods, close your mouth!"
Arthur grabbed his trident, hurriedly pushed Nanaue aside, opened the refrigerator, and took out several chunks of frozen meat meant for pets.
"Don't touch my cabinet, don't touch my shoes. God, if you weren't a shark, I'd