"Have you two beasts finished chatting?"
After ending his call with back home, Su Ming called out to the two apes by the window, smiling as he waved the cigarette in his hand.
"Also, whenever you stand by a floor-to-ceiling window talking, I can't help imagining that there's an anti-materiel sniper rifle somewhere aiming at you."
"We finished a while ago. We were just catching up." The darker Bobo walked over, expertly climbed onto Deathstroke's shoulder, and settled onto his throne. "Besides, I'm not afraid of sniper rifles when you're here, am I?"
With Deathstroke around, let alone a single gun, he would not panic even if some crazed fan came flying in aboard a Star Destroyer.
"I only just heard that you ran into some of my fans on your way here." White Gorilla adjusted his collar and cuffs, meticulously straightening his bow tie. "I'm terribly sorry. People love me too much, and sometimes the way they express that love does get a little excessive."
"It's nothing. Actually, seeing a drive-by shooting like that was rather nostalgic." Su Ming smiled as he stood up, having Strangle pack the leftovers on the table into plastic bags for the female agent and Little De. "I thought I'd never see such a classic scene again in the twenty-first century."
"Heh heh. People are always chasing the new and discarding the old, yet sometimes they get nostalgic too. It really is rather contradictory."
The local gorilla nodded with a smile. He walked behind the bar and stepped onto a scooter.
"Then, Mr. Deathstroke, let's get back to business. I already understand the general situation. What are your plans next? I'd be delighted to help. Whether you need people or supplies, I can provide them."
He truly meant it. After all, the Superheroes of