The Mystery of His Parentage

Bang!

A manhole cover not far behind Emiko and the other two shot into the air. Su Ming flew straight up from underground, hovering above the muddy ground in a standard mage's pose.

Behind him were Damian and Wally, wrapped up by Strangle, as well as Millie, bundled into a spring roll by the Cloak of Levitation.

His black-and-yellow armor glinted coldly beneath the moonlight, while the tentacled creature behind him added an extra touch of terror. Beyond that faint red glow, his calm gaze settled on the three people still standing.

"I was wrong! I'll change! I—"

Emiko and Crush turned around and assumed fighting stances, but the fat man was still kicking his legs on the ground and throwing a tantrum. He had no intention of fighting and continued wailing.

Yet from behind his fingers, his tiny eyes occasionally peeked at Su Ming's reaction, as though assessing how well his scheme was working.

"Stop, stop. That's enough." Su Ming set Damian and the other two down, signaling that they were free, then spoke to the fat man in Chinese with irritation. "What are you, mourning the dead? Stop it. Cry one more time and I'll kill your whole family."

"Oh."

Blue Fatty scrambled to his feet, patted the mud off his backside, and revealed a simpleminded, guileless grin.

Because his face looked dull and his body seemed clumsy, he deliberately used his appearance to mislead others. It was also a form of self-protection.

He knew this disguise was useless against smart people like Deathstroke and Batwoman, but he still had to smile.

Deathstroke must already know my whole family is dead. That joke really is cold. That was what he thought, but when Deathstroke made a cold joke, it was better to laugh anyway.

Even if smiling made