Burning the Biggest Budget for the Lowest Output

Deadshot heeded Russell's kind advice, shut his eyes, admitted defeat, and collapsed to the ground, pretending to have made a heroic sacrifice.

At this point, all five flexible male villains had gone down.

It was rare to encounter people who knew what was good for them, and Russell had not come here for them anyway. He turned a blind eye and let them be, his gaze settling on the Egyptian Cat in Selina's arms.

After two days of hardship following Selina around, the Egyptian Cat had long grown dissatisfied. Seeing its wealthy poop-scooper was like seeing family.

It meowed twice, then shot out of Selina's arms and scampered over to Russell's feet. Rubbing its head against his ankle, it complained about the miserable, subhuman life it had endured these past few days.

Russell scooped up the Egyptian Cat and gave it a couple of pets before glaring at Selina. "I told you to show up on the balcony before dawn. Why did you stand me up?"

"Huh? Did that happen?"

Selina looked utterly confused as she swiftly stuffed the jewelry Harley and the others held into a travel bag. The jewels were spoils of war with untraceable origins. In any case, they belonged to her now.

Just as she was about to head home with Russell, Poison Ivy grabbed the traitor by the shoulder and snapped, "Selina, that guy is a scumbag. He isn't worth wasting your youth on."

"No wonder. So you were the one meddling in this."

Russell looked at Poison Ivy and said irritably, "What, do you want another beating? Did I not hit you hard enough last time, or do you think numbers give you an advantage?"

Though there were four people on the other side, Russell was not intimidated in the slightest. Even in a