"So this is our target?"
In the sky not far away, Wanda and Deathstroke hovered there, facing the house.
Wanda's mood had been riding a roller coaster, rising and falling wildly. At first, she had been nervous and excited—after all, they were going after the World Will's representative—but now she was numb and speechless.
That was it?
She and the Sorcerer Supreme had arrived long ago. They had been there when Eight-Ball emerged from the bushes, flew onto the rooftop like a thief, slid down, then climbed back up.
She had thought he would be some vicious criminal and had even wanted to save the victim, only to discover that the person being hunted by the Sorcerer Supreme was, bluntly put, an underwear thief and a dimwit who liked flipping up women's skirts.
She really could not stand watching anymore. Starbrand possessed such powerful abilities, and this was what he used them for with some older woman?
"Don't let your guard down." Su Ming spoke faintly, moonlight coating his black-and-yellow armor in a cool blue sheen. "The World Will may already have tipped him off. He knows we're nearby, yet he's still spent ten straight minutes flipping up that fat woman's skirt. There's something wrong with this Eight-Ball. For a pervert, he's acting too 'normal.'"
Based on Su Ming's reading experience from his previous life, the masterminds behind the schemes encountered by many protagonists who transmigrated into Marvel were always noteworthy "acquaintances."
But in reality, strangers were far more likely to cause trouble. There were five or six billion people on Earth—how many could a transmigrator possibly know?
Eight-Ball was not a complete stranger, but there was nothing worth remembering about such a minor character in the past.
Su Ming could no longer remember how many villains in Marvel's Earth-616