Fishing was a technical craft. Whether it was the bait, line, hook, or rod, every part of it mattered.
Su Ming had seen some fishing enthusiasts in his previous life who would bathe and burn incense at home before heading out, praying to Heaven not to come back empty-handed. They would also analyze the factors of timing, location, and luck. For example, they definitely could not cast their hooks by a river where aunties were dancing in the square.
But fishing online was much easier. There were not so many factors to consider; he only needed to think about whether the bait was enticing enough.
If My Lord Organization had not specifically named Ulysses as the person they wanted, Su Ming would definitely have arranged for a sexy dealer to deal cards online, with a full set of Justice League files as the prize for winning. Maybe that old man in the green robe would really have clicked in?
The bootleg Batcave still echoed with pounding DJ music. Deathstroke held the gorilla and watched the demons dancing in chaos on the screen, quietly waiting.
Bobo had left behind some traceable clues. Before three seconds had even passed, the Adjutant issued a warning: the signal had been tracked, and the other side was locking onto this location.
Deathstroke put away his soda bottle and half-eaten hamburger. With a flick of his wrist, he hid the Owl Dagger in his palm, then nodded to indicate that he was ready.
A few seconds later, a pillar of brilliant white light abruptly appeared behind him. An Alien dressed like Majin Buu emerged from it, and he really did have a monocle resembling a combat-power scanner over his face.
It looked similar, but it probably was not for measuring an enemy's combat power. When he