Diana followed Yang Bo back into the room where they had started, questioning everything she knew.
She muttered, "This is impossible... this isn't remotely theological..."
He had just tested the ropes on her, and she had discovered that both ropes Yang Bo held were Lassos of Truth. With all three together, even she couldn't tell them apart.
Seeing how distraught Diana looked, Yang Bo couldn't bear it and offered some reassurance. "Don't worry, I didn't make that many. I only copied a hundred and thirty-five in that little while."
Diana: "..."
All she wanted now was to go back ten minutes and beat to death the version of herself who had followed Yang Bo into the next room.
She walked straight over to Clark, pulled up a chair, and sat down, then held the Lasso of Truth in her hand and rested it on Clark's shoulder.
"Clark, why are you still reading comics? Why aren't you looking for Steppenwolf? This isn't like you."
Clark turned a page in his comic. "If I went, what chance would those hangers-on get?"
"Even cheerleaders need to be there in person. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste to show off with nobody watching?"
Then Clark abruptly looked up and spotted the Lasso of Truth in Yang Bo's hand. His face reddened. "Okay, okay... so that's how you're playing this."
As he spoke, Clark darted away from Yang Bo's hand.
By now, Yang Bo was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. He hadn't expected Clark to be such a secret show-off. No wonder he was still sitting here leisurely drinking tea and reading comics even after watching the movie and learning where the enemy was.
Clark headed straight toward Diana, who still hadn't recovered from the shock of those 135 Lassos of Truth.
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