"Why does it feel like you're joking?"
The gorilla had no particular reaction to the row of Aliens beyond the door. There was nothing he could do anyway, so he just chatted with Deathstroke to pass the time.
"You don't understand, Bobo. Our world is actually very complicated."
Su Ming casually lit a cigarette and slowly shook his head. As he watched the massive gate gradually open, he cast a pitying look at the Aliens through the smoke and explained quietly in a distant tone:
"Let me give you an example. Say you're a businessman with a lot of money, and you sponsor a comic company. Decades later, this little company becomes popular. You ask them to add one of your characters to their publications to promote your business. Do you think that character would be weak?"
That was not even an example anymore. It was practically the truth. Whether Bobo believed it was another matter.
KFC and DC Comics had maintained a long-term partnership, one so close they were practically family. Comics were another promotional front for the fried chicken chain, and comic books often even came with fast-food discount coupons.
Mercedes-Benz was in a similar situation. On DC's Earth-One, Mercedes cars could not be destroyed. Even if Aliens invaded, when Wonder Woman from that world picked up a car and smashed an alien warship with it, the car would still remain completely intact in the end.
The Colonel Sanders everyone was seeing now was a "character" in a story. He might not even know how much power he possessed.
But in reality, he had an even higher level of Money Ability backing him. Forget losing a battle—the Colonel could not even be injured.
The gorilla was a very intelligent animal. After hearing Deathstroke's explanation, he merely covered his