Star City, seaside spa resort.
Since he was in Star City, he had to take a break. Although the place habitually turned off its lights at night, the daytime scenery was genuinely pleasant.
The waves rolled one after another beneath the blazing sun. Especially on the beach, there were countless bikini-clad beauties, a feast for the eyes.
Miao Mu sat in a beach chair wearing a shirt and swim trunks, a pair of pentagonal sunglasses on his face, one leg casually crossed over the other.
He leisurely enjoyed a peaceful day.
A figure walked over from nearby and, without any ceremony, dropped into the beach chair beside Miao Mu.
He grabbed the cigar box from the table and opened it.
"Hey, who the hell are you?!"
Miao Mu turned and shouted, only to see a middle-aged, one-eyed man with an eyepatch. His graying hair stood upright like a brush, and his remaining eye carried a chill that made people unwilling to meet his gaze.
Beneath his bronze-tanned skin were powerful muscles and crisscrossing scars.
"Looks like you have plenty of free time. Nice cigars."
Deathstroke bit down on a cigar and casually reclined in the beach chair. He lit it with a lighter, then bit off the tip and spat it out.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why are you in Star City too?"
Miao Mu sat in his chair. He was somewhat curious about why Deathstroke was here, but there was not much to wonder about.
Crime in Star City mainly involved drugs and all kinds of illegal businesses. It was a famous city for laundering stolen goods, as well as a vacation spot for many mercenaries and assassins, who could pick up a few jobs while they were at it.
After all, the corporate warfare here was