"Me?"
Emily hesitated, then shook her head. "I'm staying. I'm an employee of Vought International. As much as I'd love to be the strongest superhero's assistant, my contract is with Vought International."
Who was she kidding? Who wanted to serve Homelander, who wanted to kill people whenever he got angry? Emily's stance was simple: I never had a choice before. Now that I do, I want to be an ordinary assistant.
Hunter glanced at Emily and smiled. "Good choice. With your personality, you wouldn't live long at Homelander's side. He doesn't care whether you genuinely have his best interests at heart. All he cares about is whether he's happy or not. Don't worry, I won't bad-mouth you to him."
With that, Hunter slung Homelander over his shoulder and quietly left Vought Tower through the underground parking garage with Translucent, Kenji, and the others.
Andrew knew about this, but didn't stop them. For one thing, stopping them would accomplish nothing: Homelander wasn't seriously injured; his soul had merely suffered some damage. If necessary, Death and the others could forcibly wake him at any time.
For another, this was Manhattan. Although Andrew wasn't exactly a good person, he didn't want to cause massive casualties in Manhattan.
After Hunter and the others left, Annie and Emily both breathed a sigh of relief. Annie said, "Hunter's pretty funny and usually easy to talk to, but I always feel like he's more dangerous than Homelander."
"I feel the same way. How should I put it? Homelander barely qualifies as a normal person, while Hunter feels like he could suddenly burst out laughing and turn into a lunatic at any moment."
Emily nodded vigorously, and Annie wholeheartedly agreed. She said, "Emily, you don't need to worry. You can be my assistant from now on. I'll take