Su Ming extended a sincere invitation to his opponent. After all, coming out promptly would at least preserve some of a warrior's honor.
Apokolips valued that sort of thing too. Although they saw burning, killing, and plundering as displays of honor, they also admired fighting an enemy to the death.
Whether Desaad bought into that brainwashing rhetoric was uncertain, but trying cost nothing.
Yet Deathstroke's well-intentioned invitation was clearly refused. The other party had no intention of speaking, and even the little beetle being used as a living bug detonated itself at that moment.
"Why is he still struggling?" Su Ming looked somewhat speechlessly at the green deerstalker cap on the ape's head and sighed. "Whether he dies now or a few minutes later, what difference does it make? Does he really have to be so particular about it?"
"Phew..." The ape blew out a smoke ring and took off his hat to fan himself. "But if someone can live, who would want to die? You'd better wrap things up here quickly and get out. I'm worried that once Darkseid realizes Desaad has stalled you here, he'll make some moves on his end."
Deathstroke sighed, picked up the ape, and flew toward the cave entrance.
"Old Desaad doesn't have many places to hide. Running a cloning factory inevitably requires energy, and energy activity can be detected. That artificial Fire Pit Sun was the most conspicuous energy source before, but now that it has been ruled out as a distraction, Cloak only needs to search for other places with energy readings."
Earth was only so big. At Cloak's speed, it would not take long to find Desaad's hiding place. As long as he could not escape this box, Deathstroke cornering him in a dead end was inevitable.
"Is Adjutant online now?"