"Hey, wake up. We need to go."
A few minutes later, after they had asked nearly everything they needed to ask, Monark walked over and gave Deathstroke a shove in the massage chair.
His face held both helplessness and longing. Was that chair really so comfortable? Comfortable enough to make someone fall asleep on a battlefield? He wanted to try it too.
Su Ming had not been asleep at all. He had merely been considering the next step of the plan and how to maximize the benefits of this trip.
So he deliberately sat up looking reluctant, then patted Old Demon Spirit on the shoulder. "I want to discuss another deal with you."
For some reason, the moment he heard those words, Old Demon Spirit felt every hair on his body stand on end. Even his wings froze mid-flap, as though some terrifying existence had fixed its gaze upon him.
He swallowed. "Go ahead."
"Omnipotence City has already fallen. Even I have no way to clear out these countless Symbiotes. The day this city is reclaimed is still far off. Symbiotes reproduce at a geometric rate, and they are absolutely harder to clean up than a Brood infestation."
Su Ming first analyzed the situation for him, laying out facts and reasoning. When Old Demon Spirit nodded, he continued.
"I can send you somewhere safe. All you need to do is trade me that massage chair."
Monark nearly slipped. He had thought Deathstroke was going to discuss something earth-shattering with such a serious expression. Instead, he wanted someone else's chair? Even as he felt let down, his curiosity grew. Was this chair really worth such importance?
"I thought you were going to say something serious." The Magic Prince stroked The Mustache beneath his nose, though his eyes kept studying the chair.