To be honest, Su Ming was not especially good at giving people pep talks. His way of manipulating hearts and minds leaned more toward cybernetics—using the greater situation and the balance of pros and cons to "persuade" targets into serving him.
Passion, friendship, justice, hope—those things Superheroes yearned for and fought toward—he did not play that game at all.
But occasionally, such as when he was fooling Cyborg, he could still say a few lines. Generic trash like "believe in yourself" was probably something only Cyborg would believe, right?
Uh, no. Superman believed it too.
In any case, after being encouraged by Deathstroke and watched by everyone with expectant eyes, Cyborg seemed to rediscover the feeling of being the center of attention on the football field.
Though it had only been college football, he had been a big star back then. His teammates trusted him, his coach valued him, so he could definitely do this!
"Here I go!"
With a shout, he disengaged from his telescope form. As he leaped off the little boat, he transformed again midair, flames blasting from behind him as he charged toward the enemy.
Watching his black silhouette fly away, his utterly unstable flight posture, Luthor asked a question from the depths of his soul.
"Why a lawnmower?"
That was right. Cyborg had transformed into a lawnmower with arms and legs. Even its blades looked like teeth. Watching it fly away while spewing flames, it seemed absurd no matter how one looked at it.
What Luthor could not stand most was when events became unpredictable. It was the obsessive-compulsive tendency of a scientist.
"Aha, not an ordinary lawnmower, Lex. It's the Wilson-brand 'Little Butler' super-intelligent lawnmower, PLUS edition." Su Ming wagged a finger, rejecting Luthor's imprecise description, then asked the bald man, "How long has