"I don't know what you're talking about."
The waiter exhaled a plume of smoke, pressing the ballpoint pen in his hand with his thumb as he looked away.
"I think you do. Lobo doesn't have much luck with women, except where money is involved, because he always likes chopping off women's heads and pissing into dead people's mouths. None of that exactly counts as charming."
At that, Su Ming could not help but chuckle. How should he put it? Lobo's Anti-Hero rating was rather high—just a bit higher than Wade's.
But Mercenaries did business regardless of allegiance. Lobo had fought the Justice League, but he had also helped them repel invasions by Brainiac and Darkseid. He had even joined the fight against The Batman Who Laughs, though getting thrown into the sun had been rather embarrassing.
Linda did not react. She seemed to have spaced out.
So Su Ming took another drag himself, leaning back against the booth's cushioned seat, and continued.
"The woman closest to Lobo is you. He's unusually willing to listen to you. A while ago, I met a little girl on Earth. Her name was Crush, or Krosh—either works. She's a mixed-blood Tamaranean with impure lineage, and she's Lobo's daughter. I've always been curious about who her mother is. Do you know her mother, Linda?"
Deathstroke's voice was like a devil's steel fork, piercing the fragile places deep within one's heart. A dark, sinister sensation bore down on her.
"What exactly did you come here for? To get to the bottom of everything you see? You don't need to take it out on a child. Whatever you want, come at me."
Although Linda was only a waitress at a space restaurant and had seen countless Mercenaries, no one was darker or more oppressive than Deathstroke.
He