As expected, when Li Wei arrived at a Super Bar that catered specifically to Superheroes, A-Train did nothing but drink and complain.
He complained about Vought, Ashley, his heart, and the stupid lines the director had written for his retirement video.
But he alone dared not say a single bad thing about Homelander.
Just as Maeve had worried, even at this point, he still did not dare openly voice the slightest opinion against Homelander.
Who knew whether some Third-rate Superhero might overhear him and run off to report to Homelander? He could not take that risk.
Hearing his thoughts, Li Wei could not help laughing silently. He was starting to wonder: even if such a spineless A-Train truly joined their side and resolved to fight Homelander, how much could he actually contribute?
When their side fought Homelander, would he only dare stand nearby and keep watch?
Fortunately, Li Wei had already finished copying A-Train's powers. With a physique far stronger than A-Train's, his top speed even surpassed A-Train's current maximum.
Even if A-Train truly refused, it would only mean losing a high-level errand boy. It would not affect the overall situation.
After a few more drinks, A-Train grew increasingly indignant. "Fuck, Ashley told me I only have two choices now."
"Either leave The Seven with my dignity and severance pay, or get fired for illegally using Compound V."
"Fuck, how dare she? She used to be nothing but the bitch who brought me coffee!"
"The Seven's New Era, A-Train's final stop? What kind of fucking line is that?"
"So aside from using it to treat your injuries this time, you've used it more than once before?"
Only then did A-Train realize he had let something slip, but at this point, he no longer cared.
"That's right, but what else could