After spending nearly an hour having fun at Kamar-Taj, Ancient One taught Death how to fish. Then everyone had some pastries together in the pavilion beside the lotus pond before Su Ming set off with Death once more.
This time, their destination was Sky Ring Base. Since the plan was about to be launched, he needed to give Old Zheng a heads-up and, while he was at it, see what the man had been plotting in his office.
Everything went smoothly after they entered the gates of the aerial fortress. The staff here all knew Deathstroke. They greeted him whenever they saw him, looking at him as though he were an idol. Who knew what kind of propaganda Old Zheng had fed them.
Weather Witch led the two of them to the director's office door, then took her leave. Su Ming knocked and went in by himself.
The moment he opened the door, a stream of white smoke billowed out from behind it like a soaring Dragon. It made Death cover her little nose and blink repeatedly.
"Whoa, Brother Zheng, are you firing up the furnace in your office again? Or are you trying to ascend in broad daylight?" Deathstroke switched to chinese as he walked into the office with a teasing remark, continuously waving a hand before his face. "Did your procurement staff take kickbacks or something? Why isn't that ventilation fan working?"
"Heh heh, you're here, brother." Zheng Xian's voice came from behind the smoke. With a shake of his body, he dispersed the smoke around him and revealed himself, remote control in hand as he turned on the exhaust fan. "Don't wrong my subordinates. We're not S.H.I.E.L.D., where everyone only cares about money. Our fine young men came to work for S.P.E.A.R. out of conviction."
Su Ming