The information Little Dai could learn was, in fact, all information the Adjutant was allowed to let her know within the sheriff's permitted range.
But one thing was true: Deathstroke was not in a hurry to make a move against CAAT. He was merely watching it, waiting for the right moment.
As he revealed CAAT's true nature to all known intelligent life, its body, which had originally resembled an enormous mass of black fog, became increasingly distinct.
It was somewhat difficult to describe this state in words, but an analogy could be made. If it had once been like rain, like mist, and like wind, then it now seemed to possess a tangible body—like an ink stain on paper, like a pile of sludge in a gutter, or some other black, soft object.
It had originally been illusory and abstract, but now it was becoming concrete.
This was the change brought about by being "defined." The more people understood it, the more concrete it became.
What Su Ming was waiting for was for everyone to form a fixed impression of it. After all, to fight "correctness," one had to use "human nature." Even if fear was only the most basic point of entry, in theory, a single fulcrum could move the Earth.
Of course, it would probably work if Black Mouse took action as well. But the cloaked figure was currently playing with the red Lightsaber in his hand, looking as though none of this concerned him.
What Deathstroke was waiting for was either for Black Mouse to act, or for CAAT's true body to fully enter the current plane. Before that happened, none of the plans could be used on it, or at least would be difficult to make effective.
"Ahem, how about we grab something to eat first,