Su Ming had originally wanted to maintain the dark atmosphere of the conversation, but after hearing Zha Kang's words, he could not help making the expression of an old man staring at a phone on the subway.
"Are you sure Zeus wants her to inherit the position of 'Hera'? Not just marry her?"
"Heh, absolutely sure."
Constantine rubbed his face, and fine flakes of grime and armor dust drifted down, sticking to his golden beard as well.
"Hiss." Deathstroke lit a cigarette and inhaled it down to the filter in one drag.
This was far too wrong. There was nothing normal about it.
What kind of god was Zeus? Even ordinary people could learn from mythology that he was the Fallen King who would screw anything from pigs and horses to cattle and sheep.
As Mother Earth, Hera had once been able to restrain Zeus somewhat and keep him from going too overboard. But Hera had died alongside the Essence Society on Omega Earth, and Deathstroke had found their bodies with the Justice League not long ago.
With that jealous old shrew dead, Zeus ought to have been setting off firecrackers in celebration.
He should not—and could not—find another woman to inherit Hera's divine office and authority.
There was definitely some scheme behind this, one none of them had seen yet. But Constantine probably knew only this much.
"This was a secret I worked hard to eavesdrop on. Fewer than five people on Earth know about it." Constantine scratched his chin and sat like a monkey with no regard for posture. "You bought this information from me for so little money. You made a killing, you know? Hic! You owe me a favor."
"Zatanna told you, didn't she?"
Su Ming did not take the bait at all. He had already