It was the middle of the night in the United States, so all the good restaurants were naturally closed. But that was no problem. Su Ming took Thor across the Pacific Ocean and headed straight for the Imperial Capital.
China was doing very well these days, without nearly as much nonsense as the United States.
If it had been anyone else, flying into the country so openly from high altitude would have caused trouble. But who else was flying in but Deathstroke?
As a long-standing friendly force of the S.P.E.A.R. Agency, Kamar-Taj could at least count on that much courtesy for the Sorcerer Supreme.
Midnight in New York was noon in the Imperial Capital. Su Ming took Daisy to the private restaurant where he had once eaten roast duck with Zheng Xian.
Mutant Roast Duck, the one tucked away in a little alley.
Fire-based Mutants had extremely powerful control over flames, and the ducks they made tasted excellent. Su Ming often used to send Mordo or Little Wong here to buy some.
Ordinary upscale restaurants held limited appeal for a curious girl like Daisy. Even playing little tricks required basic principles. Since she was so curious about the superpowered world, he naturally had to take her to an "upscale" restaurant that ordinary people would never have the chance to visit.
The old shopkeeper, dressed in a traditional jacket, stood in the kitchen with an iron hook holding a roast duck in one hand. Special flames sprayed from his other hand, heating it down to the cellular level. The duck's white skin visibly turned red and glossy, releasing an enticing aroma that filled the small courtyard house.
Daisy secretly swallowed, her chest rising and falling.
"Are they Mutants?" Sitting beside the Eight Immortals table, she quietly asked Deathstroke across from her.