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.

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.