"So weak! You can knock someone out from the front too? And why did you ask this guy for those kinds of photos?"
Bobo was somewhat speechless. Especially after knocking out Saturn Hunter, Deathstroke had not rushed to kill him. Instead, he immediately had the Adjutant connect to the internet and inspect those photos, as though he could not wait.
The ape had already figured it out. The Seven here were parodying the Justice League. It might have been Darkseid's twisted sense of humor, and there was a strong chance it had something to do with the Timeline.
For example, perhaps the Dark Tyrant had traveled into this world's past and spread the seeds of darkness among apemen with the Anti-Life Equation during the dawn of humanity.
But that still was not a reason for Deathstroke to want photos of Queen Maeve. He could look at the genuine Little Dai whenever he wanted, so why bother with a knockoff?
As though he had seen through Bobo's thoughts, Su Ming rubbed the ape's head.
"Wouldn't a brain hemorrhage put someone into a coma? And it's not what you think. I need to reassess whether Queen Maeve deserves to die. Saturn Hunter treated these photos as leverage against her, but after checking them, I didn't find anything especially excessive. She just likes muscular men, and she pays them."
Queen Maeve's problem was that she liked sleeping around, but she paid burly men for their services. There was nothing wrong with that.
From a certain perspective, she was beautiful, famous, one of this Earth's biggest stars. Those fitness trainers and massage therapists were the ones getting a good deal.
It was not that Su Ming would not kill women, but like Deadpool, he generally did not kill "flesh-and-blood bodhisattvas." After all, assassins and