"Hehe, Mr. Li, eating noodles? Are they good?"
Deathstroke sat down beside the old man with a friendly smile. He even pulled out a jar of Wilson chili oil, set it on the table, and pushed it over, indicating that the old man could try adding some.
The old man warily shifted to one side, pulled the bowl closer to himself, and shielded its edge with his arm, as though afraid Deathstroke would play some prank on him. "They're fine. No, what exactly do you want? Can't you let this old man have a little peace?"
"It's nothing major. You really don't need to eat plain broth; it's not like it costs you anything." Su Ming tactically leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other. "I just want to ask about something. Do you know where the Watchers relocated their gathering place in the 40K Universe after the multiversal collision?"
"Don't know. Don't ask me. No idea."
The old man lowered his head and ate his noodles. It had to be said that the food here at Deathstroke's place was exceptionally good. These beef noodles were wonderfully chewy and springy, making him quickly deliver the threefold brush-off.
"Come on, Li. I know you and the Watchers used to be close on Earth-199999, so give me something. You don't have to say it outright. A hint will do." Deathstroke waggled his eyebrows at the old man, looking like he would cause trouble if he did not get his candy.
The old man pushed away his bowl and let out a long breath. He looked at Deathstroke, wiped his mouth, thought for a long while, and said, "You should try your luck in the coldest place in the multiverse."
"Thanks!" That was not even a hint anymore. Su