Why did Su Ming build rapport with the residents of the settlement?
It was not to curry favor with them, nor did he hope to gain anything from them. This tiny stronghold was so poor that no one even had a spare set of clothes to change into. How could they possibly possess anything he wanted?
Getting along with these people was simply so that, when Jay returned and saw this scene, he would conclude that Deathstroke truly was a good person.
After all, someone exceptionally friendly and approachable to everyone, someone who actively repaired relationships after discovering a misunderstanding—wasn't that just like a Superhero?
Jay had indeed reached the conclusion Su Ming expected. After hearing Jesse's explanation, he had not wholly believed the girl's account. He had only planned to return and talk because he was truly too exhausted to keep running. He wanted to get a closer look and see what kind of people Deathstroke and his strange band of gorillas were.
Seeing the scene in the meeting hall put him at ease.
Deathstroke himself was even better than Jesse had described. He could speak with cave dwellers as equals, without the slightest impatience or prejudice.
It was clear that everyone present liked him very much. Even the girl who had previously been fed knockout smoke was no exception; she was even blushing as she looked shyly at the charming one-eyed man.
Everyone trusted this guest, and the earlier misunderstanding had clearly been put behind them. Jay therefore relaxed and, without hesitation, revealed the intelligence he knew.
The moment he finished speaking, an enormous stack of creamy seafood pizzas and a whole roasted camel were placed before him. Deathstroke's smiling face appeared behind the food as well.
"There's no rush. It's my treat today. You and everyone else