"Don't be in such a hurry, Mobius. I can call you that, right?" Su Ming shook the Anti-Monitor's hand amicably. He was already calling him that regardless of whether he agreed. "You know, for villains like us, a verbal agreement alone isn't enough."
"What do you want?" The Anti-Monitor had no objection to Deathstroke knowing his name and casually using it. His existence could not be represented by a mere name. "We share common interests. Naturally, the alliance will be honored."
Fine, it seemed Deathstroke ranked a notch above Green Arrow and the others in the Anti-Monitor's eyes. Not slaves, but partners.
Su Ming gave Harley a look, telling her to take the muttering Hal aside and explain things to him. He continued speaking while holding the Anti-Monitor's hand. "I'm a Mage, after all. Naturally, we must do this according to a Mage's rules."
"..." The Anti-Monitor sized Su Ming up once more, then shook his head. "Is this one of your humans' so-called jokes? I cannot sense even the slightest trace of magical energy from you. I do sense an advanced energy unfamiliar to me. Is it some kind of cosmic energy?"
"That's because I'm a Master of the 'kinetic energy school.' Ahem, don't dwell on the details. In short, we need a contract between us, witnessed by a powerful third party."
Su Ming was not embarrassed in the least. A Mercenary had to sign contracts when doing business. Besides, if the Anti-Monitor did not sign, how could he play the demon's paperwork tricks?
The Anti-Monitor withdrew his hand and folded his arms, his blue armor grinding with metallic noise as he spoke disdainfully. "Powerful? Who dares call themselves powerful before me?! They are nothing but slightly larger insects!"
Su Ming was suddenly at a loss for words.
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