"Maybe Constantine could sell Lucifer his ass and come back even stronger than before." Su Ming took a sip of his drink too, talking trash about Zha Kang behind his back. That bastard would not care anyway.
Deadman was actually in a bit of danger. He was the spokesperson for the Goddess Rama Kushna, a deity commonly known as the "Indian Death," practically Death's little sister.
And now that Earth-0 had shifted, it was equivalent to cutting off his connection to his Goddess.
He had already been dead, after all. The Goddess had revived him, but now that he had lost that power, perhaps he had already died somewhere no one knew about.
"Heh, Constantine. He is not a good person, but he is good at what he does." Green Arrow sat down beside Deathstroke, leaning back in his chair with the hand holding the bottle resting naturally on his knee. "Still, I would rather not see him, especially not in my Star City."
Oliver's mind was clear on this. Constantine was trouble itself with two legs. He had too many enemies, and wherever he went, his enemies followed.
The Millennium Blood War between Heaven and Hell could not break out in Star City.
"It will not. Star City is not haunted, and no demons or Angels drop by for visits. He has no clients here." Su Ming smoked and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. Then the two fell silent.
The basement was enormous. Even with all the machinery and equipment inside, as well as several cars and motorcycles parked there, it did not feel cramped at all.
There were temporary dormitories for every member of the Arrow-Family, along with a training room, an infirmary, an armory for weapons and equipment, and a warehouse for food and water.
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