"Damn, so this was Nabu's plan. If I hadn't interfered back then, he might really have struck a deal with The Upside-Down Man."
Su Ming looked at the still-shaken Khalid and tossed him a cigarette to calm his nerves. That was all in the past. If Su Ming could defeat Nabu once or twice, he could defeat him a third time.
Besides, Nabu probably still did not know that a powerful ancient god collective called the Vishanti had already set its sights on the concept of "order" through their agent.
He more or less understood Nabu's motives now. Where there were desires and needs, there were weaknesses.
Now that Constantine said Nabu might return, it seemed that bastard still had not given up.
"Yes, that plan was far too dangerous." Khalid did not smoke, so he politely pushed the cigarette back. "So even if you killed my teacher back then, it was probably the only option you had."
Su Ming nodded with a look of regret. "Thank you for understanding. Kent was a true hero. When I get the chance, I'll build a statue in his memory on the ruins of the Tower of Fate."
In truth, there had been plenty of other options at the time. It was just that Nabu had wanted to bargain with The Upside-Down Man and snatch the benefits from Su Ming's bowl.
So he could only be removed from the stage.
A host and its parasite were one whole. Eliminating the host was merely basic tactics.
It was like killing zombies infected with the T-Virus. Everyone knew bullets could not kill the virus itself, but no one held back when shooting zombies.
Who told him to be Nabu's host? If anyone wanted to deal with Strangle, they would effectively be dealing with Su Ming.