"Comrade!"
The Celestials' enemies had not arrived, but their allies had. Su Ming rose from the plastic pony meant for children and waved toward the figure in the sky.
"Comrade!"
Flames blasted from the soles of the short pug-man's suit as he descended in tremendous excitement. Tears streamed down his face as he embraced Deathstroke. Just when everyone assumed the arriving Nuwali had come to thank Deathstroke for avenging them, the dog let out a sigh.
"Why did you kill all our debtors?! How foolish! They owed you money too!"
That was right. The Nuwali had believed Su Ming's fabricated story about Ten Thousand Years of Solitude and thought humanity was another creditor.
It was true that they wanted revenge on the Beyonders, but all they had wanted was for their enemies to apologize and pay the commission they had owed since back then.
They had never considered taking the Beyonders' lives. Otherwise, the Adrenaline Gun would not have been a nonlethal weapon.
This was also the real point of disagreement between them and Deathstroke. As hateful Aliens who had invaded Earth, Su Ming wanted every Beyonder dead. But as creditors, the Nuwali did not want those who owed them money to die, because that would turn the debt into a bad one.
But to Su Ming, this difference was nothing. He simply patted the dog-headed humanoid's back, crouched down, and said, "It's a small matter, comrade. Whatever the Beyonders owe you, we humans will take on. We'll pay you immediately."
"Really?" The pug's eyes widened, and even his gold-and-red armor seemed to brighten. Tears poured down his face again. "Are you certain you can represent humanity and take responsibility for this declaration? Comrade, this is a very serious matter. Our people deeply respect humanity's indomitable spirit, but this debt