Back in the still-chaotic workshop, Su Ming caught up with Spider-Man beneath the ghastly white lights and directly ordered the Adjutant to teleport them.
"Take us to Wakanda."
With a flash of blue light, the two vanished on the spot, leaving the other three behind in the Safehouse with nothing but that earlier emotionless farewell.
Su Ming had never intended to bring them along. Even bringing Little Bug now was only so he could use him as bait when fishing on Symbiote Planet in the future. The boy was the lure.
Peter might look like an ordinary teenager, but having been chosen by the Spider Totem gave him a very special significance. He seemed especially attractive to Symbiotes; even a scumbag Symbiote like Venom still couldn't forget Peter.
After all, if they went to Klyntar to make trouble for Knull, they would inevitably face other Symbiotes. Su Ming already had Strangle, so naturally he couldn't use himself as bait.
As the blue light faded, Deathstroke and Spider-Man were standing in the royal palace hall, surrounded by a group of Black onlookers. Black Panther himself was fairly composed, but his mother and sister had both widened their eyes, seemingly unable to understand how people had appeared out of nowhere.
"Good evening, T'Challa. Still awake?" Deathstroke raised a hand in greeting, then smiled familiarly at the women and elders. "Getting ready for a feast?"
It was currently noon in New York on the United States' East Coast, roughly seven hours behind Wakanda in East Africa. It was nighttime here, though not yet an hour when young people would be asleep.
Black Panther rose from his throne and walked down the golden steps to embrace Deathstroke.
"You're as humorous as ever. The Sorcerer Supreme Deathstroke has honored my humble home with his presence.