Having given up on the idea of adopting a cockroach as a pet, Su Ming felt slightly regretful.
He had already planned it out. Harley had gotten herself a Beetle Queen as a pet over in Star Wars, and Su Ming had wanted to introduce Ezekiel to her.
After all, they were both cockroach-like. Making more friends couldn't hurt.
But Barry did have a point. Keeping a cockroach as a pet was a little too crazy.
Although Doomsday Prophet's abilities were useful, they overlapped too much with his own abilities as a transmigrator. There was no real use in keeping it in a jar. It couldn't carry anything or fight, and it would make a huge fuss whenever something happened.
Thus, the cockroach jar passed back and forth between Barry and Kendra several times. They even wanted Polly to play with it, but the girl holding the parasol smiled and declined. Any living creature she touched would die.
She had merely taken some time to go for a walk and experience a world of human life. Even if it was a spiritual world, she had not come out to kill anyone.
The group chatted as they walked. Since none of them were ordinary people, they quickly returned to where the abandoned wheelchair was.
The little anti-gravity bumper car could no longer be started, perhaps because its circuitry had been damaged. But that did not matter. It could still be pushed like an ordinary wheelchair. There was a retractable handle at the rear and wheels underneath, so with a little effort, it became a tool for transporting bodies.
They placed the unconscious Chief in the little vehicle, lifted it out through the manhole cover, and left the sewers. The pink Duck Boat Harlequin had given them was still parked safely by