"What did I tell you! Didn't I tell you all this over the phone?"
The moment Li Jie heard Clark had been captured, he stopped worrying about being polite to his benefactor. If Superman couldn't get back on his feet, they were all fucking finished.
Fuck it. Once this is over, I'm squeezing you for a fortune. Otherwise, I'll tell the whole world you can't even figure out how to play a real-time strategy game.
"Gang up on them, throw lime powder, club them from behind! Didn't I tell you all that?"
He pounded the table, and to everyone's utter astonishment, Batman listened without saying a word. Only after a long silence did he ask quietly, "Your advice?"
"My advice?"
Li Jie looked around. "Kara, can you keep going?"
The Kryptonian boozehound immediately nodded, gritted her teeth, and stood up, her face resolute. "I'm fine. I'll definitely..."
"Forget 'definitely.' Get outside." Li Jie waved a hand. "You're no use sitting here. Fly up there and heal your injuries your way first."
"But..."
"But nothing. Your micromanagement is nonexistent. Even if we hold a post-match review, you won't understand it." Li Jie jerked his head toward the exit. "Hurry up. If anyone finds this place, we'll be counting on you to protect us. And fly carefully. Get to a high altitude before accelerating."
"Got it." Kara nodded and followed Alfred out.
"Bruce, you've got a weapon of mass destruction like this..." He patted Barry Allen beside him. "And you don't even know how to use him?
Give him a kryptonite knife and have him stab them!"
"Ah, no, no, no..."
At that, Barry stood up in alarm, waving his hands frantically. "I don't... don't want to kill anyone."
Hmm...
Li Jie watched him for a few seconds. Fair enough. Barry was