Su Ming himself had no particular reaction to this. Some things simply posed no problem when they happened to demons; even the darkest acts were merely part of their daily lives.
"I've caught an Origin Judge. Its mouth is a little too stubborn, so I need you to help interrogate it. You've never tortured a slave of this caliber before, have you?"
That was the pitch. Maze enjoyed being tortured and torturing others alike. She could hardly refuse a version she had never played before, especially an Origin Judge that had once stood so high above everyone else.
That was not the kind of fine catch one could get every day. She had never even seen one in all her years in Hell.
"Oh, an Origin Judge? So it's an animal-shaped energy being?" Maze was clearly somewhat wary, but she still could not resist a brand-new game. "You don't seem to be in Multiverse 1, are you?"
"I'm not. You should be at Laiguan Nightclub right now. Drinking alone in broad daylight? Lucifer is busy, so you won't be seeing him." Su Ming added more fuel to the fire, urging her to come enjoy the mutually beneficial fun.
"I like this kind of wait with no outcome. It's a game in itself." Maze smiled. She was a little surprised that Deathstroke knew what she was doing, but she still set down her glass. "I'll come right over. After all, the Hells of the old and new multiverses are connected."
Less than a second after she spoke, a lava pool appeared beside Deathstroke's feet. A woman whose body was half-rotted, as though she had been skinned alive, swayed her sexy waist as she stepped out of it.
She turned off her phone and slipped it into the cleavage of her clothes.