Satana picked up the contract from the table and tossed it to the Succubus behind her to sign, looking as though it truly had nothing to do with her. She calmly watched Deathstroke, twirling a lock of her wavy hair around her finger.
"You want to drive something out of the sewers? Is that why you came looking for an underground race?"
Su Ming nodded, then shook his head. "I could have gone to the Atlanteans, but a tsunami would cause too much of a commotion. These guys living even deeper beneath the sewers are more useful."
Satana leaned back on the sofa and crossed her legs, the toe of her red boot bobbing lightly. Her eyes shifted as she probed, "What could possibly be worth such a huge operation?"
"Some creatures from the Cosmos Dimension slipped over. They've been enlarged, they're beasts that can't be communicated with, and they've wandered somewhere through the sewers. They're dangerous to ordinary people."
Deathstroke had nothing to hide. That was simply the situation. But Satana looked unconvinced. She lowered her leg and leaned forward.
"The Cosmos Dimension? Isn't that the slug dimension? Did Kamar-Taj discover some new use for those things? Can they be eaten? Used to generate power? Or are they valuable in themselves?"
"There's no benefit at all. As the Sorcerer Supreme, dealing with invasions by creatures from Alternate Dimensions is simply my duty."
With a righteous expression, Su Ming tossed the apple peel onto the table. He did not eat the apple either, merely leaving it there.
Satana narrowed her eyes and shook her head faintly. "I don't believe you. If there were no benefits, sending a few apprentices would have been enough. You must still be trying to profit from this, right?"
"If you don't believe me, you can