"Ah, the plan went smoothly. Now we just wait for news."
Slumped on the sofa in a Ge You Slouch, Su Ming's armor squirmed into casual clothes. The Nuwali house was truly comfortable. Even in terms of smart-home technology, it was the sort of environment humans could only dream of.
There was a food synthesizer, fully eco-friendly independent energy, and a building structure sturdy enough to withstand any natural disaster. With spatial technology, the interior of the house was absurdly vast.
From the outside, it looked like a little one-story house, but once inside, it turned out to be the size of a football field. If too few people lived there, it might even feel unsettling.
He had learned something. Wilson Properties would develop homes to this standard in the future.
"Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch."
Squirrel Girl was devouring nuts. She had no idea what Deathstroke was planning, and she did not care.
To her, following Deathstroke into action was fun enough. She got to broaden her horizons, protect Earth along the way, and enjoy food and drinks. Only an idiot would refuse.
If not for Deathstroke, how could she possibly have come out into space for fun? She had even received an alien property.
Although she probably could not live there most of the time, Deathstroke had told her that she could rent it out. The rent alone would be enough for her to live extravagantly on Earth.
Well, even if she became rich, Doreen would still rush to supermarkets to buy discounted goods and hoard them at home. That was her personal hobby, and it was not going to change.
But were the Nuwali any different? They had mastered technology that transformed energy into matter, like food synthesizers, yet they still loved doing business. It was a