Early the next morning, Su Ming left Sakaar with Daisy and Peter. There was food, drink, and entertainment here, but they still had unfinished business.
Thor had successfully made it through the preliminaries the night before. After the match, Deathstroke had gone to see him. The long-haired, burly man had no intention of leaving; instead, seeing that the Champion could have his likeness carved onto a totem pole had stirred his competitive spirit.
Though he had no idea why an older sister named Hela had suddenly appeared, Odin and Asgard remained as stable as Mount Tai, so there was no need for him to go back. Besides, having Daisy was enough.
And Thor was still traveling with Deathstroke. In a word—reassuring.
So Thor planned to win the arena championship before making any further plans. Loki also wanted to stay with him for various reasons. Thus, when they set off again, it was still the Captain, First Mate, and Dancer.
"Do you know where the thing we're looking for is?" Daisy asked as she ate the fruit Grandmaster had given her as a farewell gift, spitting the pit into the tray held by Dancer.
Deathstroke, who was piloting the ship, flicked ash into the ashtray Peter held in his other hand. "It's not complete information. I only know the general direction, and it's a little outdated, but it's still better than searching for a needle in a haystack."
Thor licked the juice from her fingers. "What did you talk about during the match last night? I vaguely heard something about a deal."
"Grandmaster wanted to play a cross-universe gambling game. I recommended a good opponent to him, and he gave me intelligence in exchange." Deathstroke explained lightly, saying no more.
In fact, Su Ming had more or less guessed Grandmaster's objective