There wasn't much scenery to look at in the Employee Passage—nothing but dust and junk. So the two men and one mouse moved along quite quickly. They chatted as they walked, and before they knew it, the stretch of road was behind them.
The light ahead gradually took on a distinct shape, while the path they had come from became a distant speck of brightness behind them.
"We're here. TOBA is behind this door." Mouse once again pulled the key from his pocket, extended his front paw in its White Glove, and patted the green door before him. Just as he was about to open it, he turned and asked Deathstroke, "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Haha, we're already here. Whether that guy's a mule or a horse, we have to take a look before we know if we can beat him, right?" Su Ming replied cheerfully, without the slightest hint of nervousness. Black Mouse was right beside him, after all, so he might as well make good use of him.
Mouse gave it no further thought. He did not know Deathstroke had come from DC, so he never imagined he could be this devious.
In his eyes, a Deathstroke who owned artwork signed by Stan Lee had to be a straightforward Superhero from the Marvel Universe.
So he inserted the key into the lock, gave it a gentle turn, and the door opened without a sound.
Beyond the door lay a scorched black land shrouded in green light. At first glance, it somewhat resembled Hela's Underworld, Heim, but the air here was filled with a loathsome odor—the sort of presence that would make any human recoil in disgust the moment they smelled it.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, yet intense green light seeped through the cracks between them. Looking