The love story of the Charcoal Princess and the Asphalt Prince was actually rather touching when he thought about it. Watching the Prince crawl across the ground like an earthworm beneath the suppression of so many of his concepts, Su Ming tried to recall when he had last encountered someone such a hopeless simp.
Then the image of a Purple Sweet Potato appeared in his mind, making him sigh.
"Yeah, simps never get a good ending." Muttering to himself, Deathstroke jabbed the Prince's thigh with the Lightsaber again. As black smoke rose and the enemy screamed, he shook his head. "Wonder what Thanos is doing now. After killing his own son, did he go back home to farm?"
At the end of their last operation together, Deathstroke had left Thanos behind to duel his unfilial son, Thane. He had not watched the outcome, but given Purple Sweet Potato's personality and his obsession with death, that unlucky kid probably had not survived.
If Thanos had truly been softhearted and cared about family ties, he would not have been called the Mad Titan.
"Yes, Sheriff. Would you like to take a look at him?" The Adjutant's projection appeared and eagerly asked for his opinion.
Her dispatching work was more or less complete, leaving her with much more free time. Aside from continuing to climb the tech tree, her computing power could now be used for casual conversation.
After gaining a physical body and humanity, the Adjutant seemed to have developed a fondness for secretly observing others. An old acquaintance as famous as Thanos was naturally one of the best possible targets.
The Sheriff had previously instructed her to notify him immediately if Thanos went looking for the Heart of the Universe.
"Have all the stragglers been cleaned up?" Su Ming was in