Su Ming shook his head. Sometimes, when dealing with people, he still had to do it himself.
Captain Rabbit might be cute, but his cleft lip often "leaked air," and he was always liable to make comically incorrect remarks. That was simply part of the character setting imposed by his cartoon role.
Besides, British fish and mashed potatoes could taste pretty good when made well. It was just that eating potatoes every meal tended to give people acid reflux.
"Manchester in 1819? Are you a workers' representative from the city?" Deathstroke took a few steps forward, a cigarette hanging from his lips, and struck up a conversation with the middle-aged gentleman.
"How did you figure that out?"
The man was clearly a little surprised. As far as he was concerned, his outfit should have looked much like those gentlemen who rode in carriages—quite respectable.
"A guess. People who get swept into Wild World are usually at the center of a massacre when it happened. They're the most crucial figures."
Deathstroke handed him a glass of beer. To prove it was not poisoned, he poured himself a glass from the same bottle and took a few sips before continuing:
"You mentioned the year and the place. The only thing I could think of was the Peterloo Massacre. You were supposed to be one of the victims, but a time traveler saved you. After that traveler left, the Timeline you were in collapsed because it contradicted the Main Timeline. So, from a certain perspective, you people who 'came back from the dead' became 'extras,' and the Speed Force washed you here."
After hearing the one-eyed man's explanation, the middle-aged man finally showed some emotion. Surprise gave way to reminiscence, then regret and remorse.
"That's right, sir. What you said is exactly the