"I'm done washing up. Who's next?"
The freshly scrubbed White Gorilla had already changed clothes. Blow-drying his black fur, he walked over to the group.
He was in quite a good mood, clearly feeling as though he had found his own kind after meeting them.
But since he was also a Bobo, his fashion sense had not changed. He wore the same green plaid suit and a green deerstalker cap.
"There's no need to bathe." Bobo from Earth-0 looked at him as if he were looking at himself in a mirror. It was the first time he had ever felt this way. "Come on, let's talk by the floor-to-ceiling windows. We can tell you a little about what we've been through."
"Oh? Looks like you've decided to trust me."
White Gorilla raised an eyebrow, clapped his hands, and looked at Deathstroke and the other girls with a smile.
"Then please allow us two beasts to whisper among ourselves for a while, hehe. If there's anything you want during that time, contact my secretary, Tracy. Put all the expenses on my tab."
It would have been better if he had said nothing. The moment he did, Su Ming's expression became rather strange.
It was not that White Gorilla lacked a sense of humor. It was mainly that greasy feeling—it was far too much like Tony. Did that mean Tracy in this world was basically Pepper?
Hiss, that felt a little immoral. She was the daughter of Bobo's old friend.
Still, the important matter before them was not this world, but the Cubes.
As the two gorillas walked over to the balcony and began whispering to each other, Hermione sat beside Deathstroke and leaned over the bar.
"Professor, what are you planning to do next?"
"Simple. Keep tracking Pralaya, then take her