The two of them were also quite close to Barry. It was obvious from their words that they were worried The Flash had been set up by Batman.
Although they still did not know how he had been set up, anyone who had spent time in the business knew how dark Batman could be.
They did not know that Deathstroke was actually the one secretly planning all of this, but at least they were half right. Their sense for darkness was correct.
Of course, Su Ming did not care what they thought. He merely gave them a general explanation, and then the three of them chatted about these matters while they waited in silence.
What was said here had to remain confidential. The two of them could not tell anyone about this, nor could they say anything in front of Barry. It was best if they acted as though they knew nothing.
By the time Barry returned to Central City, two hours had passed. The early-morning park no longer carried the scent of dew, while the city streets had filled with more cars and pedestrians.
It was time for work. Ordinary people still had to make a living. The pressure of life here was not as great as in Gotham or Metropolis, but it was still one of the United States' major cities, so prices were not low either.
No work meant no money, and no money meant no survival. Surely no one was really counting on the United States Government's meager unemployment benefits so they could eat hamburgers every day, right?
People still had to rely on themselves. Although working paid less than stealing electric scooters, ordinary people in Central City would not easily embark on a life of crime. The environment here was not that dark.
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