This was no joke. Su Ming was happy to see Barry, but he was not relaxed enough to make that kind of joke.
He really had come to consult an expert.
To put it in more fantastical terms, Colonel Sanders had commanded the slaughter of tens of billions of chickens and cows. When it came to dealing with chicken and beef, he was practically one with the Dao. If those chickens and cows had souls, their ghosts were probably still circling around him and howling, making every member of their kind flee on sight.
"My pet wants to eat that Chtylok, and it's very important to me."
That was all Su Ming could tell Barry before pulling him toward Sanders' little villa. Barry was puzzled, but he could only accept it. He had long since grown used to giving up on thinking.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon. If not for the chaotic noises drifting over from the distant streets, Barry might have considered this a fine opportunity to meet his idol. Still, he smiled at Su Ming.
"Sorry, I'll be gone for three seconds. I need to handle the chaos in town."
"Go ahead." Su Ming nodded and had Strangle transform into a suit. "I'm not Batman. I don't need to time things that precisely."
Barry raised one finger to tell him to wait, then vanished in a flash of lightning. Sure enough, within three seconds, the streets outside had fallen quiet.
He had disarmed all the troublemaking lunatics, delivered them to the police station, sent their weapons back to the Hall of Justice for safekeeping, then even gone home for a shower and brought back a gift.
It was a very ordinary bottle of red wine. Barry was a little short on money, so this was already a