The Zombie in a plaid shirt and jeans, his entire body encased in a layer of blue-white ice crystals, slowly stopped breaking down the door.
Though even his ears were plugged with ice, he seemed to have heard the three of them talking. He slowly turned his head and revealed a "stiff" smile.
Chunks of ice clattered onto the floor as he raised his axe and spoke in a hoarse but cheerful voice:
"Johnny's here!"
The classic line had appeared! The Zombie's face was just a little too blue, and his smile was not nearly heartfelt enough. It looked more like the serene expression a mortician had glued onto a corpse's face.
But seeing this familiar scene meant the trip to this world had not been in vain.
Su Ming stepped aside, revealing Constantine behind him, and said:
"Your turn. Dead Jack is calling for you."
"How is he calling... Oh, I get it."
Zha Kang had originally wanted to argue. After all, the living corpse was already walking toward them with an axe in hand. This was not the time for chatting.
But then realization dawned on him. He understood Deathstroke's game, rolled his eyes, and muttered:
"I thought only people from the United Kingdom liked name puns. So the reason you insisted on keeping me around and bringing me into the room was to wait for this moment. You knew what we'd find in here from the start, didn't you? Heh, you're so funny."
Constantine's name was John, which was also a shortened form of Jack and Johnny.
Deathstroke was too dark. With a simple line like "Johnny's here," he had included both dead Jack and Constantine. Maybe even one of the Three Little Pigs.
Zha Kang could only respond to the joke with a fake smile. Even