The red Old Man's Delight came to a stop. Cyborg even turned on the hazard lights, and under the cover of the pouring rain, the taillights seemed like blinking eyes.
Su Ming got out of the car, and Damian, who had been sitting on his lap, naturally followed. They first surveyed their surroundings, then crossed the road and stopped more than ten meters away from the hot dog stand they had spotted earlier.
Watching the mummy-like vendor skillfully prepare food for customers, Su Ming held back the boy, who was eager to go over and ask questions, signaling for him to observe a while longer.
Whether he was frying sausages, slicing cabbage and onions, or squeezing out mayonnaise, every movement was perfectly normal. Stalls like this could be found everywhere on the streets of New York, and even the prices were about the same.
The customer politely accepted the food and said goodbye, while the vendor smiled and invited them to come again. Their exchange was polite and proper, but considering that both of them looked like living corpses, the scene was a little eerie.
The more real it seemed, the more Su Ming felt that something was wrong.
"We don't know what this city is called, but they use dollars here." Damian opened his hand, revealing several green bills. "I picked these up off the street. Maybe we can buy a hot dog and send it to Adjutant for analysis."
"Kid, you've started making mistakes too. This is Darkseid's lair. You can't instinctively start following its rules just because this society looks like a human one."
Su Ming sighed. It was not just Little Dai and Cyborg anymore; now even Robin had developed a problem.
True, Tenth Metal patches had been affixed to the backs of their heads, protecting