"I thought it would take a little longer."
The gorilla freed himself from beneath the black cloth. Apparently, three people crammed under a bedsheet did not get much air. He took off his hat and fanned himself while feeling the wind blowing in from the battlefield.
"He was an All-Father. Everyone used to think he was powerful. He even had this world beneath his feet—would that count as Multiversal Level?"
The air reeked of blood. Whatever a slaughterhouse smelled like, this place smelled much the same.
Bobo, puffing on his pipe, felt rather sentimental. He had seen Zeus before, years ago. Back then, Zeus had cut a dashing figure, arriving amid thunder and lightning like some final boss.
But now? Deathstroke had outmaneuvered him and stabbed him to death in one blow. He had died too quickly, too easily.
It was just like a certain pair of wealthy tycoons in Gotham. They had been unimaginably rich and powerful in the city, yet ended up shot dead by a thug in an alley.
Life really was unpredictable.
"You're right, but not entirely." Su Ming pulled aside the black cloth and let Damian and Billy out. "Zeus's actual combat strength was only at the peak of Single Universe level. He was nowhere close to me. I even prepared a plan specifically for him. How long did you expect him to struggle?"
Wasting time with enemies and fighting drawn-out battles were what people did when they had no other choice.
If there was a choice, who would want to spend an entire day tangling with someone they hated?
Ever since he had gotten tangled up with Little Dai due to a few accidents, Su Ming had begun preparing all kinds of contingency plans for dealing with Zeus. Today, he had merely taken one