Seeing God suffer so much after devouring Deadpool and reading that bastard's mind, Su Ming almost felt sorry for him. Maybe it was because he looked like such an ordinary old man. Back in China, the virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young had still left a deep impression on him.
But reason quickly dispelled that sympathy, because the old man God was no human. He was a god who fundamentally looked down on humanity.
When he said that God loved all people, he probably wasn't lying. He just hadn't mentioned the prerequisite—those people had to be his sheep.
Shepherds were all like that. They truly cherished their own sheep, but why? Because sheep produced wool, milk, and meat. Raising sheep was profitable.
Anyway, Su Ming had never seen anyone raise a huge flock of sheep purely for fun. Maybe that was just the short-sightedness of a human perspective, but he didn't believe any ruler could be that kind.
"You underestimated me, and you underestimated humanity too, you old God bastard."
Su Ming did not rush forward to fight him hand-to-hand. His opponent was already "poisoned," so all he had to do was wait for Deadpool and the Gods of Darkness in his brain to get to work. There was no need to hurry and chop off the old man's head. Chatting and stalling for time benefited him.
"You still haven't answered my earlier question. Was my cousin Deadpool tasty?"
"Pfft!" Big Cat covered its mouth and laughed. It knew it. If this old man had openly led an army to crush them, Deathstroke might really have had a hard time dealing with him. But when it came to schemes and tricks, trying to take shortcuts to victory, he was absolutely no match for Deathstroke.
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