"Friend, counting money?"
A small fishing boat was anchored beside the 'cliff' formed by the seawater. At its bow, a man was laughing wildly as he counted gold coins.
Gold coins were essentially a kind of metal. They had no special properties, could not serve as magical conductors, and could not be made into killing weapons. Yet many people believed they possessed an indescribable magic.
The man before them, wearing a sailor shirt and reeking of fish, had clearly fallen under that magic. He counted the small bag of coins over and over, so absorbed that he failed to notice an entire group appearing behind him.
It was only when Su Ming leaned around from behind him and spoke face-to-face that the man snapped out of his daze.
The fisherman's first reaction was to hide the money pouch behind his back, as though it were his life itself.
Judging by his actions, he was probably just an ordinary Italian fisherman, the sort who had lived in a seaside village all his life and had barely entered the city a few times. He clearly did not recognize the black-and-yellow armor.
Otherwise, he should have immediately dropped to his knees, offered up the pouch, and begged Deathstroke to spare his life.
"Who are you? This is my boat! When did you sneak aboard?!"
He crouched in a corner at the bow, shouting fiercely despite his fear amid the raging wind and waves, like a mouse baring its teeth at a cat to protect a few peanuts.
"Little Dai, he doesn't recognize me. You talk to him." Su Ming stepped back and made room for the female warrior behind him. Diana's cloak billowed high in the wind, while sea spray clung to her face, making her look faintly glittering.
The Justice League had