"The communication cut out again. I wonder how things are going on Deadpool's end."
Sitting on the cat boat, Su Ming took a sip of wine, then pulled out a plastic bag of braised pig ears from his waist pouch to share with Death.
The way ahead was pitch-black. The only two sources of light were the flame on the cat's tail and Death's necklace pendant. If he could not sense the energy flowing outside the boat, he might have thought the cat was not moving at all.
"Deadpool only needs to keep Amo occupied. Isn't that what you said before?" The cat turned to glance at him, swishing its tail helplessly. "The important thing is, don't eat on my back! If pork grease gets on my fur, it'll be hard to lick clean, meow!"
"Have some too."
Deathstroke stood and walked to the bow, picking out a large pig ear and stuffing it into the cat's mouth.
"It smells so good."
The cat that had just complained about the grease now crunched away at the cartilage. Its mouth was ringed with oil, yet it no longer cared, merely narrowing its eyes as it sighed.
Even as a Concept Manifestation of Dream, it could not escape The Law of 'It Smells So Good.'
Meanwhile, Death sat at the stern with a smile, watching it all. She liked this atmosphere very much, because this was how family ought to be.
"Have you ever considered becoming Destiny?"
She suddenly asked the question, looking at Deathstroke with a trace of expectation in her eyes.
"No. I have too many eyes. I don't meet the requirements." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, firmly rejecting the suggestion. "I know you might have a way around the restrictions of Destiny's selection, but I don't want