Going Separate Ways

The food arrived quickly. Su Ming might not have much else here, but he had more than enough instant noodles and Instant Hot Pots.

Hela did not need food, so she noticed that Deathstroke seemed distracted while eating.

Although he kept talking and interacting with the others, he was probably thinking about something else.

"What are you thinking about?" She leaned against the sofa with her arms folded. Not far away, Gin stared at her as though she were a criminal, but she did not care in the slightest.

Su Ming slurped the noodles into his mouth, feeling the wound on his chest as if countless ants were biting and crawling across it. He chewed his food.

"Nothing much. Next, I'm going to Attilan. Who wants to leave, and who's coming with me?"

The office lights had already been turned on. Their orange glow made everything seem warm, and the furniture gleamed faintly.

Parham was the first to speak. As long as it was before dawn, he could transform, but if it was already daytime in Attilan, there was nothing he could do.

Hela barely needed to think about it. She had already made plans. "I'll go with you. It's only a city. Destroying it would be just as easy."

The others all turned their eyes toward Satana. She was taking small bites of the mushrooms in the hot pot. "First, fulfill what you promised me. Then we can talk."

"Hamill, contact Magik." Su Ming did not waste time and immediately gave the order.

Soon, glowing purple tentacles emerged from a corner of the office. Magik, with her blonde hair draped over her shoulders and clad in full heavy armor, strode out of them like a traveler emerging from a dense forest.

Seeing the others, she raised an eyebrow. "Is