DC: I, Kamen Rider, am not a sorcerer

Chapter 152 Death Knell: This Money Is So Easy to Make (Please Subscribe and Vote)
When Deathstroke launched his sneak attack on Dick, Cassandra, who was standing next to Dick, had already predicted his movements by reading his body language.

That's why Cassandra was able to spawn in time to intercept Deathstroke's attack on Dick and launch a counterattack at the same time.

"Oh, not bad. Compared to Nightwing, you are much more decisive and efficient. You know to stay vigilant until the battle is over and look for opportunities to counterattack at any time. You're competent. As for Nightwing, you barely pass."

Looking down at the hidden blade protruding from Cassandra's wrist, Deathstroke raised an eyebrow slightly, exhaled softly, and his previously tense muscles relaxed instantly. As he withdrew his hand, he began to comment on Cassandra and Dick.

Compared to Dick, who had been with Batman for a long time, Deathstroke was more satisfied with Cassandra's performance. He originally wanted to make some sharp comments about Dick, but seeing the Teen Titans and their group already surrounding them, he ultimately didn't say anything.

He reached into his waistband, took out a remote control, and gently pressed it. The red light that had been shrouding the hall quietly dissipated, and the metal ring around Wally's neck clicked and fell to the ground.

"I am Slade Joseph Wilson, hired by Batman to serve as your mentor and instructor for the Teen Titans for the next year. I look forward to your guidance, everyone."

After doing all this, Deathstroke took out a folded piece of paper from his tactical belt, unfolded it, and faced the Teen Titans and the others. He then spoke in a relaxed yet somewhat formal manner.

"It seems you're getting along well with your new teacher. From now on, you can focus on learning from Deathstroke."

After Deathstroke finished his self-introduction, a deep voice rang out, causing many of the young Titans to stiffen and turn their heads instinctively in the direction from which the voice came.

The first thing that caught their eye was Batman, who had somehow appeared beside the conference table, staring at them with his signature bat-like gaze, and Superman, who was standing next to Batman, scratching his head and looking rather simple-minded.

After speaking, Batman, without waiting for the Teen Titans to react, led Superman toward the Boom Passage and disappeared from the Teen Titans' base in the blink of an eye.

The Teen Titans were left staring at each other, unsure how to face their new teacher, whom Batman had recruited, who had beaten them all up the moment he appeared.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. How much did Batman pay to hire you as a teacher? I remember you only offered paid killing services, right?"

Despite taking a heavy blow to the abdomen from Deathstroke, Isaac quickly recovered thanks to his superhuman physical abilities. Staring at the contract in Deathstroke's hand, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Isaac had previously learned about Deathstroke from the database that Barbara had shared with him. One assessment of him in the database was quite apt: "A mercenary who is purely paid to do his job."

Although Deathstroke has clashed with the Justice League leaders many times, either someone paid him to do something, or his target just happened to be the Justice League.

Most of the time, Deathstroke was on his own, not hanging out with the villains. Thinking about it that way, it makes sense that he accepted Batman's offer of employment. "You don't need to know how Batman hired me. Just remember one thing: I am now your mentor and instructor."

Upon hearing Isaac's question, Deathstroke couldn't help but recall his previous experiences again, and his face under the mask darkened even more, prompting him to let out a cold snort.

However, Deathstroke's expression softened slightly after recalling the reward Batman offered. He had been quite surprised when he first saw the price Batman had quoted.

But this kind of business, which doesn't require taking other people's lives but only teaching and passing on one's experience to these young people, is a first for him. Well, he's a little unaccustomed to it, but he also finds it quite interesting.

"So, Mr. Deathstroke, how do you plan to arrange our training from now on?"

From Deathstroke's tone, Isaac could probably guess that the process of Deathstroke being hired was definitely not pleasant; it was very likely that some old bat led his Kryptonian thugs to his doorstep.

So, to avoid asking too many questions and really pushing Deathstroke too far, Isaac decisively chose to change the subject and asked about Deathstroke's plans for their training.

"You guys have obvious weaknesses, and you don't know how to cooperate with each other. You're also not very good at using your abilities, especially you two, Lightning Boy and Super Boy. You're completely wasting your talents!"

"As for you, Gochard, you're too unbalanced. I don't have much to teach you in close combat; just accumulate experience through more real battles. But in terms of weapon handling, you need rigorous training!"

"The rest of you will stay behind. I'll spar with you individually and then develop a training plan based on your performance. Starting tomorrow, you'll all have to come in every night for training! If you don't come, I'll contact Batman directly."

Upon hearing Isaac's question, Deathstroke's gaze swept over the men he had fought, first settling on Wally and Connor, and bluntly pointing out their flaws, almost rendering them utterly worthless.

After silencing Connor and Wally, Deathstroke's gaze fell on Isaac. After a moment of contemplation, he gave a more moderate and fair assessment, but also pointed out Isaac's most serious problem: his unbalanced academic performance.

After giving Dick another dressing down and saying everything he hadn't said before, Deathstroke's gaze lingered on Cassandra for a moment before quickly moving on. He really didn't have much to teach Cassandra.

However, he then focused his attention on the remaining young Titans, made a request that immediately made them feel uneasy, and without waiting for them to say anything, he turned his gaze back to the group of young people in front of him and said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)