If Gotham's lunatics had any virtues besides their rustic simplicity, they were probably keeping their word and being punctual.
If they said they would wipe out someone's whole family at midnight, they would definitely do everything in their power to make their actions match their words.
Harley had invited quite a few people over for dinner today. Those who originally did not want to come probably did not want Deathstroke to pay them a visit, so within half an hour, one notorious big shot after another had more or less arrived.
Besides underworld bosses like Black Mask, Two-Face, and Penguin, there were also Harley's fellow patients, such as Mister Freeze, Scarecrow, and the Acolytes.
When these people gathered together, their demeanor was nothing like a Justice League meeting. Other than the courtesy of lighting cigars and pouring drinks, they spent most of their time making sarcastic jabs at their old friends nearby.
It looked more like a reunion of sworn enemies. If Deathstroke had not been standing on the fountain steps with a greatsword planted before him, staring them down, the place might already have turned into a shootout.
The bosses never went out alone. They brought enforcers and all sorts of underlings, and with so many people around, some were bound to have more courage than sense. They needed the fear Deathstroke brought to cool them down.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Su Ming looked toward the little lunatic sitting in the booth, wanting her to confirm the guest list.
But the woman was happily eating with Poison Ivy, holding a giant lobster claw in each hand. She had not noticed what Deathstroke was looking at at all.
Su Ming shook his head speechlessly and gestured for Bobo to go eat too. He was going to discuss the