Ben stood up, the inhibitor cuffs still on his wrists.
"I don't like that bunch behind you."
Chen Mo said, "Neither do I. They don't like me either, but they definitely like Franklin."
Susan looked at Chen Mo.
"What do you need us to do?"
Chen Mo put away his smile.
"First, come out."
He pointed behind him.
"Second, help me keep an eye on them. I'm not going to fuel up my colleagues or implant control chips in them. I'll prove what I intend to do, but before that, I need these people not to turn this into a charity smash-and-grab. Maybe you'd be willing to help me."
Reed asked, "Who are you planning to prove it to?"
Chen Mo didn't answer.
He simply opened the last lock.
Ben looked down at the open door, then at Chen Mo.
"I hate this."
Chen Mo nodded.
"So do I."
"You look pretty happy."
"How can you tell through my mask? Slander."
Johnny was the first to step out.
He walked over to Chen Mo and glanced at the line of villains behind him.
"All right, Mr. Spider-Man, what are we now? Volunteer escorts for escaped prisoners?"
Chen Mo thought for a moment.
"Temporary social conflict movers."
"That name sucks."
"I haven't even charged you the naming fee yet."
When the Fantastic Four walked out of the cells, the supervillains behind them grew considerably quieter.
Sometimes, a reputation was a nuisance.
Sometimes, it came in handy.
Spider-Man stood in front, with the Fantastic Four beside him.
Even with a bunch of villains following behind them, that sight could still make plenty of people hesitate for two seconds.
Two seconds was enough for Chen Mo to do a lot.
By the time the alarms finally sounded throughout the detention center, they were