After returning to Marvel to pick up a shipment and chatting with Gin for a few moments, Su Ming returned to Bobo and the others through the Spider Totem. Only a few seconds had passed.
"That was fast. You finished already?" Bobo was still fixed in a pose with his arms folded across his chest, and he was curious.
Su Ming nodded as if it were only natural. "It was like looking for something in my own garage. How long could that take? In any case, I brought a large number of relics that the people here will love."
As he spoke, he took something from his pocket and displayed it before everyone.
It was a broken hand-crank pencil sharpener, with a propaganda image of Captain America beating up The Mustache from Germany printed on its side.
"It isn't badly broken. The screw threads are just stripped. But since we're dealing in antiques, broken things have more character." Deathstroke saw Raven fiddle with the sharpener's crank, only for it to wobble uselessly back and forth, so he explained.
"Antiques from Another World? Those aren't things that can be used as spellcasting mediums. Are you planning to flood the market with counterfeit goods?" Bobo had already grasped Deathstroke's tactic.
They would dump this mountain of fake antiques onto the market, wait for the mysterious people from the regulatory department to come looking, then wipe them all out in one go.
The Symbiotes should be able to read more useful intelligence from their minds, right?
"What do you mean, counterfeit goods, you monkey-faced brat?" Deathstroke laughed and rapped Bobo on the head, turning the pencil sharpener over for display. "This is perfectly legitimate merchandise. See this black-and-yellow split product label? That's like telling Colonel Sanders that his fried chicken isn't authentic KFC."