"Mm, I understand what you mean now, but action will take a little time."
While everyone else was still confused, Batman had already nodded. Looking at Deathstroke's carefree demeanor, he said this.
"It's fine. Things aren't too problematic on my end. Look, Bobo and I are still on vacation. I don't know what Pralaya's plan for me is, but she's been hiding, so even if I wanted progress, I couldn't get any."
As he spoke, Su Ming raised the glass in his hand as though to toast Batman.
"I don't care how you do it, but the plan had better be thorough, and don't sacrifice anyone. Take it slowly. Even one death would be an unnecessary loss for us."
"I will." Batman nodded, then prepared to cut off the communication. Deathstroke had said everything he needed to say, which meant there was no further use for him.
He needed to cut the communication quickly, before this person made another Martha joke.
"Don't rush, Batman. Do you know Chinese? Reading and writing, I mean." Deathstroke suddenly asked, wearing a serious expression to show that he was not joking.
"Why do you ask?"
The dark Batman immediately switched to Chinese to speak with him. His accent was perfectly standard, without the faintest trace of a regional dialect.
"The character for 'god' in Chinese is actually a compound character. It consists of two parts: the display radical and the lightning character." Su Ming began explaining ancient writing to Batman. He even pulled a small notebook from his waist pouch and scribbled on it with a pen.
"Mm. I understand that the display radical means to display." Batman wanted to know what the lightning character represented, but he did not phrase it as a question. He merely stated what he understood, then stared at