Doctor The Mustache still refused Deathstroke's invitation to drink and watch the show with him. He was a doctor, and everyone who needed saving was at the hospital. There was no way he could ignore them.
So when Harley came out of the monitoring room, she ran back to Deathstroke with an adorably vacant expression, turning her head as she looked for the doctor.
"Babe, where's Avenging Angel? Isn't he having cake with us?"
"He has his own business. He's not my subordinate, just a friend helping me out." Su Ming pulled a slice of strawberry cake from his belt pouch and placed it in Harley's hand. "Eat. There's nothing wrong with your body. Your stomachache was probably just a psychological reaction after eating Stargazy Pie."
"Hehe! Nom!"
Harley did not reply. Instead, she grinned and opened her bloodthirsty maw. A blue flash streaked past, and as she stuffed the strawberry into her mouth, she had already arrived in the Throne Room.
Su Ming rarely came here. Within the Gothic cathedral-like structure spanning tens of thousands of square meters, there was only an Iron Throne atop the steps. The place was unbearably lonely, and whenever anyone made a sound, countless Skull Servitors and Cherubs would fly out to play music and scatter flower petals. Su Ming found it far too ostentatious.
However, the Adjutant stood beside the throne with her hands folded over her abdomen, smiling as she waited for the Sheriff to take his seat.
"We could have met in the command center. Why come all the way to the Throne Room? What's so fun about this place?"
Su Ming sat on the throne speechlessly, but the moment Harley's footsteps sounded, the previously pitch-black Throne Room blazed with golden light. An organ began playing hymns, while ribbon-decorated skulls flew