Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 388: Ch.387 Trouble at the Bar

Chapter 388: Ch.387 Trouble at the Bar

"Deathstroke, we need to talk."

Donna hung her lasso on her belt, looking at him with a serious face like a lead character from an American TV show.

Su Ming tossed the unconscious Dawn to Arabella, who had already been prepared. Whether it was removing the curse or throwing her into Hell to hide her, it was up to her.

Smoke from the battlefield crept across the ground, and ashes drifted like snowflakes.

"Talk about what?"

"That move earlier was too dangerous; you could've broken Dawn's neck." Donna pointed at Dawn, who was being dragged away by Arabella, lowering her voice, "Although, I admit, it was pretty satisfying and effective."

"It worked, and it saved time—those two things are enough."

Su Ming took off his helmet, lit a cigarette, and looked around the plaza.

Many monks were trying to put out the fires, and a small group had gathered around Bobo, talking non-stop.

It was all because of the Nightblade. This sword was like the "Sword in the Stone" of the magic world. Whoever wielded it was recognized as the master of the Night and held a high position of authority.

"Since you've pulled out this sword, all of Britain is yours now!" That kind of feeling. The sword was a symbol of royal authority in the wizarding dimension of Maia.

However, Bobo didn't know a single spell, and this magic sword in his hands was about as useful as a tree branch.

Donna's eyes shifted, seemingly contemplating how to fight freely. She quickly shook her head, trying to cast out those thoughts.

"It's still too dangerous. Dawn is a good person, a friend of the Justice League."

"I calculated the force. With sorcery protecting her, it only slightly exceeded her endurance threshold." Su Ming patted her shoulder, reassuring her. "Of course, if you can't accept my methods, you're free to leave. I'll have Batman send Cassie over."

Cassie, full name Cassandra Sandsmark, was Zeus's granddaughter, making her Diana and Donna's niece.

Though Cassie had beautiful long blonde hair, dyeing it and getting a set of Diana's gear from Hephaestus could easily work.

Moreover, she was a minor, which made her easier for both Batman and Su Ming to control.

"No! She's just a kid. This kind of battlefield is too dangerous for her." Donna immediately objected. Cassie was still in her teens, without a stable outlook on life or value system.

At this stage, it was best to keep her from having too much contact with someone as ruthless as Deathstroke.

"A kid, yes, but she's a demigod. She's stronger than you think." Su Ming took a long drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and put his helmet back on. "If you don't want her here, then you'd better adapt to my style and follow orders."

With that, Su Ming turned and walked over to the sorceress, leaving Donna staring at the big crater in the plaza, stunned.

Cassie had always been Diana's little tagalong, codenamed Wonder Girl. However, her favorite aunt was actually Donna.

Donna was trendier, knew all the stores that sold beautiful clothes, knew where the best food in the city was, and generally had more time to take Cassie out.

Donna also knew all the Amazonian combat skills but wasn't overly serious when teaching Cassie.

Diana had trained Cassie, too, but in the true Paradise Island style—brutal, blood-soaked training. After each session, Cassie would be bruised, with blood everywhere.

In comparison, Donna's training felt more like a yoga class. It still hurt sometimes, but at least it was bearable.

Would Su Ming actually bring Cassie here? Of course not, because her combat skills were still lacking, unless she fully activated her battle armor.

Her armor was a bit like Batman's Hellbat suit. Once unleashed, it constantly drained her life force and stamina. If a battle dragged on, it would leave her drained and exhausted.

Besides, Cassie was still a young girl who preferred to hop and skip as she walked. She would never convincingly pull off being Diana. Hecate would see through it immediately.

But this idea was something only he knew. Batman could probably figure it out, too, but Donna was easily tricked by this explanation.

Su Ming used her love for her niece to indirectly control her, ensuring her obedience. A very successful maneuver.

Maybe Batman could give her a reminder through comms, but Su Ming was sure he wouldn't do that. The primary objective was solving the Hecate problem. For the team to operate efficiently, they had to follow a single command, and Batman knew the importance of priorities.

As long as the outcome was good, the process didn't matter to him.

"I've sent her to Hell. The next steps will need her to regain consciousness before continuing," Arabella said, removing her hands from the magic circle. With Dawn unconscious, there wasn't much she could do but hide her for now.

"No problem. We now have two marked individuals hidden. Where are the other three?"

"Then we just have to wait for news. At least, I haven't received any magic communication." Arabella shrugged. For now, they could only wait passively for the third marked individual to emerge.

But with only two magical pillars left, here and Olympus, waiting around wasn't unreasonable.

However, Bobo, who was surrounded by a bunch of bald monks, received the first piece of news—trouble at the Oblivion Bar.

He fought his way out of the crowd, coming to join the others.

"Not good! My bar exploded! Come with me to check it out. Someone messaged me, saying a purple woman blew up my bar."

It was hard to understand. The Oblivion Bar was just a pocket dimension. Aside from its commemorative meaning to the Nightmaster, it held no other value.

What was the point of blowing it up?

But seeing the gorilla hopping in anxiety, they decided to make the trip.

However, Su Ming assumed it would be too late. After all, the Oblivion Bar wasn't like Shangri-La, a giant city that would take a lot of time to destroy.

The bar was just a place with around twenty tables. Given the power of the marked individual, it would only take seconds to devastate it.

"Wonder Woman! Assemble."

Su Ming called over the fake Wonder Woman, then had the sorceress open a portal. As for the aftermath here, the monks could clean it up themselves.

Of course, if another marked individual came to cause trouble, Su Ming and the others could return easily.

The group once again returned to the Oblivion Bar, but upon pushing open the door, they were met with a scene of devastation.

The entire bar was almost completely burned down. Black charred marks radiated across the floor, likely caused by sorcery power erupting from the center of the bar.

Scattered around were various charred corpses, resembling human forms burnt by incendiary bombs. The eerie smell of cooked flesh lingered in the air.

Blood and internal organs, solidified by the intense heat, stuck to the ground, resembling a sticky jam-like substance.

"Traci!"

Bobo climbed over the broken bar counter, not even caring about the scalding embers.

He urgently looked for his bartender. Fortunately, inside the bar counter, there were no suspicious charred bodies.

Traci should have survived. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, taking off his green plaid detective hat to wipe the sweat off his black fur.

Donna looked uneasy. She disliked such brutal scenes, and from the final postures of these bodies, it was evident just how much agony they had endured before death.

Su Ming, on the other hand, squatted beside a corpse, lightly touching the remains. The clothes and skin had completely carbonized—touching it caused it to crumble like a crisp cookie. However, the skeleton remained relatively intact.

By examining the shape of the pelvis, he confirmed that the bodies were mostly adolescents—the members of the Hex Sisters that they had seen earlier.

Afterward, he clapped his hands, brushing off the residue, and walked towards the corner of the bar, where a man was still calmly drinking.