So, in such an inconspicuous place, while everyone else aboard the ship remained unaware, Su Ming roughly told Old Man about all the strange things he had encountered this time.
He only stated the facts and left out his own analysis. After all, his current level was not high enough; he might well be like a frog at the bottom of a well.
After hearing him out, Old Li's grip on his wineglass tightened. He pondered briefly, then agreed that the situation was urgent.
He had no idea what the so-called "Enigma" was. Most likely, it was some new setting the Marvel Editorial Department had come up with after his death. That left him somewhat powerless, because Enigma was, strictly speaking, a genuine alien species.
"Keep this whole bottle. Drink it slowly. That's the situation, and I need to deal with it quickly."
Deathstroke stood up and dusted off his backside, stuffed the bottle into the old man's hand, and said solemnly:
"There's a whole pile of trouble lately. DC's Origin Court is causing me problems too, and I still don't know whether the Celestials here are planning to stab me in the back. Even Kang the Conqueror, my favorite, hasn't come to play games with me in ages. Sigh, my life is so hard. Looks like I can only use the backup plan."
The lights flickered as the ship made another short-range jump.
Since Squirrel Girl and Jessica were both especially carefree people, they did not even have a destination. It was entirely possible for them to steer the ship around in random jumps.
But the water purification system, which had been scheduled for repairs, began leaking because of it. Old Man no longer had time to drink. He grabbed a wrench to get to work, but did not