Speaking of gathering intelligence, Su Ming had already made arrangements across the universe decades ago. Its internal codename was "Wilson's Ice and Snow Valley of Joy"—Contraxia.
By following the beam of light emitted by the enormous heater, one could spot the white planet from several star systems away. In the star system where the sun gave off only a faint glow, advertisements lined the space lanes everywhere, while ships constantly came and went.
This place had become one of the universe's major entertainment destinations, with vast numbers of Marauders and spies from every faction roaming about.
Yet there was still only one city on the entire planet: New London. Although it had expanded outward by several more rings over the years, the area beyond the city, far from the heater, remained a terrifying environment of nearly a hundred degrees below zero. A small number of aliens could endure it with their physiques, but how could that compare to the city's dazzling lights and indulgent pleasures?
And once one entered the city, whether it was the surveillance equipment spread everywhere or the black-and-yellow W flags fluttering atop government buildings, everything displayed an unconventional method of governing a Land of Chaos.
In this city, there were no rules other than Deathstroke's rules.
There were supposedly laws protecting the weak and clauses forbidding murder, but all of them had loopholes to exploit.
Once the mercenaries of the universe believed they had found a loophole, they became smug, always feeling that they had gained some advantage on this planet that others did not know about. That only made them more willing to come here to spend money and have fun.
But those loopholes had actually been deliberately left behind by Deathstroke so he could manipulate them indirectly.
Human nature was like that. If people