Loki's desire to show off seemed like an instinct woven into his soul. Perhaps because he had been competing with Thor since childhood, he had developed the sort of personality that loved displaying his greatness before others.
Whenever he got something good or earned even a minor achievement, he would definitely make a grand spectacle of it, showing his mother that he was more capable than Thor while enjoying the envious look in his foolish brother's eyes.
It sounded a little unhealthy, but Loki was not insane. His yandere-like behavior was directed solely at his brother.
Of course, Thor had his own problems. When he was young, he often took his little brother's things and unconsciously joined forces with Warriors Three to bully him.
Loki's elusive illusions had been honed bit by bit back then, all to keep himself from being ganged up on.
So when that clever little rascal knocked Thor out yesterday and stole his things, Su Ming had merely smiled when he saw it. This was a form of communication unique to the brothers, much like how he often disemboweled Wade.
It could only make anyone who witnessed it feel touched.
"What exactly is the mysterious grand prize?"
Diana had learned of Deathstroke's earlier arrangements from Gin, but even Gin had no idea what the so-called mysterious grand prize was.
Adjutant knew, but she refused to say. Without the sheriff's permission, even though she was human now, she still followed the procedures and rules she had adhered to as a Cybertronian.
So Little Dai was not the only one curious. The other two women beside him also turned to look at Deathstroke.
Lighting a cigarette in the Mirror Dimension, Su Ming took a deep drag and rolled his neck as he smiled.
"It's actually pretty easy to