"Master."
Seeing Deathstroke arrive, Little Wong nodded in greeting and stepped aside so Su Ming could see who he had been talking to.
It was a duck, a Duck Person about eighty centimeters tall, wearing a suit and tie.
The voice Su Ming had heard earlier was high-pitched, and he had thought Little Wong had found a female captive and was playing the hero rescuing a beauty.
Unfortunately, it was a different situation. Cartoon comedy characters also had high-pitched voices.
The duck was locked in a cell, his white feathers grimy and dull, leaving him looking thoroughly dispirited.
He wanted Little Wong to let him out, but a talking duck only made the Mage more wary.
"Isn't this Howard the Duck? How did you end up in the Inheritors' hands?" Su Ming recognized him, though it made sense. Duck People probably counted as an animal totem too.
He waved a hand, signaling Little Wong to untie the duck and bring him out.
Duck World was another dimension inhabited by a race known as Duck People. In every respect, their world was the same as Earth's, except people were ducks and ducks were people.
Strictly speaking, Howard the Duck was even a higher-dimensional being, just a rather weak one.
He was supposed to be a permanent resident of Earth-616. Back then, the demon lord Thog had tried to use magic to bring his Hell Dimension into the Main Dimension. Duck World had been accidentally caught up in it, causing Howard to fall into the Nexus of All Realities, then tumble out the other end—through a huge swirling vortex in a Florida swamp on Earth-616.
After that, he had never considered going home. Instead, he settled on Earth-616, driving a taxi at night and working as a detective during the day. He