"All right, you probably understand the situation in this town by now. Including the whole town and the surrounding farms, there were roughly two to three hundred thousand people, and about one-eighth of them had some connection to the Mystic Side."
Su Ming stood up and turned off the television, then looked at the blazing sun outside as he planned their route.
"That many?" Leonid rubbed his head in bewilderment. Though he had lived here for decades and knew there were plenty of strange things around, that proportion was a little frightening.
"More than you realize. Werewolves, vampires, treants, goblins—there's nothing you can imagine that Orange Town doesn't have." Deathstroke sighed and looked at Leonid with disappointment. "It seemed letting you handle surveillance here had made life too comfortable for you. Strange should trade places with you."
"No, Master, I don't want to guard Asgard's ruins in the Arctic Circle." Leonid shook his head repeatedly. He liked this warm, humid South and had no desire to live in an ice hut amid snow and frost. Just looking at the photos Doctor Strange posted in the Kamar-Taj chat group made him feel cold. "I'll definitely work harder from now on. I'll patrol The Great Marsh every day."
"Who told you to patrol the marsh every day?" Su Ming knocked him on the head again and shook his head in exasperation. "I'm blaming you for failing to make use of the people you should have used. For example, if you had a good enough relationship with Man-Thing, he spent every day soaking in The Great Marsh. If anything happened, he would definitely tell you."
"Huh? You could do that?" The apprentice seemed to understand something.
Deathstroke shrugged and poured himself another glass of orange juice. "I knew you were simple-minded and unsuited