In a warehouse, two ropes hung from the rafters, suspending Wonder Woman and Green Lantern. Given Russell's twisted sense of humor, they were definitely hanging upside down.
Interrogation was out of the question. Though he had no principles, often took advantage of others' misfortune, bullied people with power, and found joy in other people's suffering, he knew he was a good person. The bottom lines that needed to be upheld had to be upheld...
Until they couldn't be.
Being hung upside down for too long could damage the nerves and blood vessels. That applied to ordinary people—those without training.
For Wonder Woman and Green Lantern, hanging there for three or five hours was nothing. At most, the blood would rush to their heads and make their faces red.
That was indeed the case. Even stripped of his powers, Green Lantern was still a well-trained pilot with a strong physique. Wonder Woman needed no explanation; one look at her pectorals was enough to tell that even without divine power, she was a tough brute who could take hits and dish them out. Three or five Flashes wouldn't be able to get close to her.
"Devil, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Wonder Woman frowned deeply. A faint unease told her that things were not so simple. This was only the beginning.
"Don't panic. No one's going to die. I'm a very kind-hearted person. I won't do anything to you."
Russell held Wonder Woman's sword, gently stroking the blade as he circled the two of them. Every now and then, he raised the sword and made a few testing swings.
Bruce rolled his eyes from the side. Cunning as he was, he had already guessed Russell's next move. If he hadn't, the Justice League would have been wiped out in one