Su Ming had only come to Earth-313 to find Spider-Man and, while he was at it, look for clues about the Morlun Family. He had no intention of getting anything out of this place.
There was nothing to gain from an apocalypse anyway, so there was naturally no need for pointless battles.
If the four Knights were cooperative enough, there would be no need to fight. These people were dirt poor, possessing nothing but the Pendragon Spirit in their hearts. Even killing them would yield nothing.
Perhaps the robot in their group had some value, since it had been formed when the soul of Knight Gawain attached itself to a robot. It had some research value in terms of combining souls with technological creations.
But after Deathstroke obtained Necron technology from the Warhammer World, he no longer cared about such scraps.
"Honestly, why can't you people just cooperate with my investigation?"
Under the flickering firelight, the Sorcerer Supreme, floating ten centimeters above the ground, let out this sigh.
He shook his head speechlessly, tossed the unconscious man he was holding onto the floor, and let Strangle see what was inside the man's mind.
Meanwhile, wearing an expression of sorrowful compassion, he raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the ceiling of some restaurant and quietly smoked.
The outcome was much as expected. Su Ming had brought Little Wong and secretly followed the four back to their castle. He had even kindly waited for them to store the dragon's corpse and finish their meal before showing himself to discuss terms.
At first, things went well enough. They had been willing to talk, but the moment Deathstroke explained that he was looking for someone with spider abilities, the four immediately turned hostile.
They said they had once sworn upon