The group had apparently had enough fun with the giant black maggot. Once Maze took over the task of keeping the monster entangled, none of them wanted to stay a moment longer and immediately asked Adjutant to teleport them away.
Not just them—Su Ming also had Bobo use his Greatsword to open a Teleportation Portal back to the bar and bring over the Cockroach from the sink.
"Ah, I'm dying! You guys ran off in the middle of the night without even leaving me anything to eat." Ezekiel lay on his back in the ape's palm, all six legs pointed skyward, looking extremely weak as his cockroach legs trembled nonstop. "I don't care. You have to compensate me. I want food right now, and it can't be olives or lemons from a cocktail glass."
After saying that, he secretly glanced at Deathstroke. Only after confirming that the latter was not angry did he lie back down.
What could he do? If Deathstroke got angry, wouldn't he be kicked the bucket?
"Fine, next time I'll give you strawberries from a cocktail glass. Happy now?" The ape placed the Cockroach in a small jar and had Tracy hold it. Then he raised a hand to greet Deathstroke's newly arrived friends with an enthusiastic smile.
However, the newcomers were somewhat too preoccupied to respond to his friendliness.
"This is so damn annoying. That maggot was disgusting." Hela held out both arms. Her fair skin was speckled with black blood, and she grabbed a bottle of purified water to rinse them off. "It was dirty, smelly, and corrosive. Deathstroke, don't make me deal with things like that in the future. I may be an excellent warrior, but that doesn't mean female warriors should be made to do this kind of filthy work."
True, Asgardian