Meanwhile, Soldier Boy was lounging without a care in the luxurious suite at Vought Company headquarters, quietly waiting for Sebastian Shaw to arrive.
He sprawled gracelessly across a sofa meticulously crafted from the finest Italian leather, his body sunk deep into it like a discarded statue.
The coffee table before the sofa, which should have displayed tasteful ornaments, was now occupied by a chaotic mess of liquor bottles and pill bottles.
"Bad news, Soldier Boy! Dark God's superhuman terrorist is here!"
Ashley rushed into Soldier Boy's luxurious suite without even bothering to knock, her face pale with panic as she shouted between gasps.
"Is that so? Then tell him where I am."
Soldier Boy remained sprawled on the sofa without even raising his head, replying indifferently.
Alcohol and drugs coursed through his body, giving him an arrogant air that looked down on everything.
To him, it seemed that nothing in this world could truly make him nervous.
Elsewhere in Vought Company, Homelander also noticed the unusual commotion.
The thought that Vought Company had brought Soldier Boy back to replace him filled Homelander with resentment and unwillingness.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened. But when he thought of Sebastian Shaw's unfathomable strength, the faint urge to resist that had just risen within him instantly vanished, leaving only fear.
In the end, he could only scurry back to his room like a frightened rat.
Even so, intense curiosity and concern for his own situation drove him to use X-ray vision and Super Hearing to closely spy on every movement outside.
Deep down, he secretly hoped to see Sebastian Shaw brutally defeat Soldier Boy.
In his eyes, if that happened, no one would be able to blame him for his failure anymore.
After all, if even the