Unfinished Business

The ocean sped past beneath them, its emerald waves glittering like fish scales in the sunlight. The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell. Su Ming steadied the cryogenic pod with one hand and pulled Hela along with the other as they rapidly headed toward the United States.

Being dragged through the air was a little uncomfortable for her. Her face was full of boredom. "What use do you have for their lousy rocks? Those things do us no good at all."

Su Ming glanced at her. He had not intended to explain, but he had nothing better to do at the moment.

"Humans have a saying: one man's trash is another man's treasure. This stuff is useless to us, but there's still an Inhuman faction on Earth—recluses who split off tens of thousands of years ago. They don't have crystals, and their lives are pretty miserable."

Hearing Deathstroke talk about someone else's misery, coupled with his gloating tone, Hela understood what he was planning.

Whether it was balance or exploitation, Deathstroke definitely had a plan, one she could not see through in the short term.

Su Ming hitched the cryogenic pod higher onto his shoulder and continued explaining. "As the key to Attilan, Terrigen Crystals are like the most important means of production. And unequal distribution of the means of production only gives rise to another kind of person."

"Dictators." Hela understood the second layer of his intent. "Without crystals, the caste system based on ability rankings cannot exist."

"So I'm quite satisfied that that orange-red fat man won the competition. I like his stance toward humans, and it saves me quite a bit of trouble."

"And you're not afraid he won't be the final victor?" Hela asked with a faint smile.

"History is always written by the victors,