"If you keep talking nonsense like that, don't blame me for getting rough."
Starlight Annie clearly didn't believe Andrew. Her eyes lit up as she threatened him.
Starlight Annie could absorb nearby electrical currents and launch attacks. At the same time, she possessed a powerful physique; even a submachine gun wouldn't kill her.
"We're at Vought. Remember to leave a good review, sweetheart."
Andrew stopped the car and remotely left a Demon King Mark on Annie's shoulder, invisible to everyone else, as he spoke.
Starlight Annie's eyes returned to normal. As she got out of the car, she said, "I'll definitely leave you a bad review."
Andrew shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. He wasn't using his own account anyway.
Andrew looked up at the towering Vought Tower, his eyes flickering slightly. Though The Deep became a comic-relief character later on, he really did deserve to die.
"No rush. Take it slow. The Seven... heh."
Andrew sneered, found a place to park, then sat in a nearby café, drinking coffee as he waited.
It wasn't that Andrew didn't want tea. There simply weren't any tea houses nearby, and the dubious tea available wasn't worth drinking.
Vought was holding a major press conference. After Madelyn, the vice president and a woman in her fifties, finished recounting Vought's glorious history, she introduced the newest member of The Seven: Starlight Annie.
Next, Starlight Annie became the center of attention. Reporters frantically photographed her, and the smile on Annie's face simply wouldn't stop. She felt as if she had reached the peak of her life.
As for what Andrew had told her earlier, Annie had completely tossed it aside. How could The Deep possibly be that kind of person? Every member of The Seven was a true superhero, the kind filled with justice and responsibility.
Then,