"Are no fish biting because the bait reeks too much?" Deathstroke landed in the Arctic region of Xient Star with the remaining teammates. This place had originally been a frozen wasteland; now, the only change was that the ice layer had grown even thicker. Stroking his chin, he said to those beside him, "But in my experience, Big Fish like strong-smelling bait."
Big Fish generally lived in the sea. For fish like salmon, you had to use rotten dead sardines as bait. The more pungent and foul the bait, the more they liked it.
If you went sea fishing with earthworms instead, no Big Fish would give you the time of day.
At the moment, Wade was that stinking bait. Whether it was his body odor, his obnoxiously smug way of talking, or even Popularity Theory on a higher level, he should have been a suitable choice.
Yet the Celestials apparently really had not arrived, rather than hiding somewhere in ambush.
That was not good. It only made Su Ming feel more strongly that he was being observed.
"What do we do next? Set up a trap?"
Doom folded his arms as he felt the icy wind rushing at him, countless tiny ice chips striking his iron mask.
He had not felt the cold in the white desert, but after landing on this planet, it was as though he had entered another world.
His armor was cold, but his gaze remained burning. As an arrogant man, he was always willing to fight stronger opponents.
"Hopefully, we won't have to." Su Ming shook his head and had Strangle inspect beneath the planet first, to see whether the Dark Celestials' corpses were still there. "This time, I don't want to fight. I'd rather make a deal."
He had captured Knull and kept