Agamotto, who had been holding his head high with smug satisfaction, froze at once.
He looked at Deathstroke, blinked, and tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
No, why was this different from what he had expected?
Deathstroke loved negotiating terms so much. Why was he not negotiating with him? He could have just offered more benefits. After all, Agamotto was his Sorcerer Supreme; whatever price he demanded would not have been too outrageous.
But why had this guy gone straight to Mother to tattle on him? Did he have no pride as a powerhouse? No moral bottom line at all?
Yet there was no use thinking about it. Seeing Adjutant nod and prepare to send the message, he quickly struck a pose like some Qing dynasty prince and stopped her:
"Don't!"
"Don't what? You refuse to help me, and now you won't even let me tell the Eastern Star Goddess?"
Deathstroke had Adjutant shift the camera slightly so Elaine beside him was included in the shot as well.
"The one beside me is Elaine, the supreme god of the DC Universe. Just consider her the equivalent of The One Above All. Actually, it is not me who needs your help today; this is her request. You are pretty bold now, refusing even a request from someone like this. I have to tell the Eastern Star Goddess, say that you are sabotaging the harmonious bilateral relationship between our futures."
Elaine was right here, so he could use her presence as a bluff. But based on Su Ming's understanding of the orange-skinned bald man, he should already have been scared. Mentioning Oshtur alone was enough to frighten him.
Still, adding a little weight to the scales could improve his work efficiency, could it not? Otherwise, if he reluctantly agreed