Crisis in the Atlantic

Luthor Manor. In the lavish castle hall, which resembled a royal palace. Standing on the expensive carpet beneath his feet, Arthur, this child of the sea, looked around like a helpless boy. "So, Arthur, right?" Jino sat upright on the sofa, holding a glass of milk. "Yes." "Please, sit. You are my friend, Arthur Curry." Jino smiled at Arthur. "I have never been stingy with my friendship toward friends." "You know my name?" Arthur was somewhat bewildered, and inwardly startled as well. "Of course. Of course I know your name.