Watching him work slowly with a worried look on his face and his butt sticking up in the air, Su Ming sighed.
Wasn't this even less efficient than Bobo with his short arms and legs?
One was a speedster specializing in physical evidence, while the other was the smartest animal detective. Their crime-scene investigation skills were about equally poor; Barry was simply faster.
But he still seemed to be thinking about the wedding. Marrying four women at once had clearly exceeded the limits of his moral understanding, and he needed time to process it.
Su Ming understood him, really. He had been raised with the traditional concept of monogamy, and his family had always been very upright. Before Barry became a Superhero, he had never even known about things like rich people keeping mistresses. He was genuinely innocent.
Su Ming's arrangement had indeed hit him a little too hard, but that was life. Things could not always go exactly as one wished. He would get used to it after a while.
From one perspective, Barry simply had too strong a sense of responsibility and took himself too seriously. It was as though marrying a few extra wives constituted some monstrous crime that would corrupt humanity's social values.
There was no need to think that way. Plenty of rich people kept dozens of mistresses and still had children and lived their lives as usual. The only difference was that they lacked that certificate.
When someone possessed abilities beyond ordinary people and enjoyed a life beyond ordinary people, regular folks might grumble a few words and express some envy, jealousy, and resentment, but they would forget about it afterward. Ordinary people had their own lives, after all.
Who had the time to stare at Superheroes' private lives every day? Especially in the