Su Ming and Superman's relationship was just so-so. Though he had visited Clark's home as a guest, if he really needed a Kryptonian meat shield, his first choice would still be Superboy-Prime, with Bizarro as his second.
Little Superman's mental illness gave him a broader way of thinking, along with flexible moral boundaries. Never mind Magic Resistance or his ability to break through walls—just the fact that Little Superman could kill made him superior to Superman.
As for why Bizarro made the list, it was mainly because the guy's brain did not work very well. His IQ was even lower than Hulk's, making him the easiest Superman to control and use.
After rescuing Superman from Blank last time, Clark's attitude toward Su Ming had become noticeably warmer. He had clearly acknowledged the Mercenary as a comrade-in-arms.
Unfortunately, just as Constantine had said, Superman's moral standards were too high. If he were around, even if you found a coin on the road, you could not put it in your own pocket. You would have to find its owner and return it, or hand it over to the police. That was really no fun.
So, in the dim basement, a Master of Dark Arts and a dark Mercenary exchanged smiles. Neither of them was the sort of person who could get along with Superman.
"Enough, John. Let's not talk about Superman. We don't need to worry about The Trinity either." Seeing that Constantine could still spare the attention to chat while presiding over the magic circle, Su Ming casually tossed him a cigarette. "I saw Veronica upstairs just now. Be careful."
A glowing magic circle had been drawn on the floor, filled with unfamiliar patterns and symbols. That curled black hair floated within it. Zha Kang would occasionally touch the circle, seemingly