Please Be More Restrained

"Heh..."

Jupiter looked at the fleeing Deep and chuckled.

"As for the remaining three, do you have anything you'd like to ask me?!"

"Don't worry, I'm a very approachable person. I believe our future collaborations will be very pleasant."

Jupiter said with a smile, looking at Queen Maeve, A-Train, and Black Noir.

"Uh..."

Queen Maeve and the other two exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"Very well."

"Then we can dismiss ourselves."

Jupiter stood up from his seat, nodded at the three, and then left through the main hall's doors.

"WTF?!"

"Does he think he's our captain now?!"

After Jupiter left, A-Train looked at the door of the Seven's hall, frowning.

"From the looks of it, yes..."

Queen Maeve nodded slightly, agreeing with A-Train's sentiment.

"Can we tolerate this?!"

A-Train felt his position was threatened. He was already at the bottom of the Seven's hierarchy, and if another powerful Superhero joined, he felt he might actually be removed from the Seven by the company, just like Lamplighter...

"A-Train, listen. This isn't a matter of whether we want to see it happen or not. This is the company's decision. As long as those big shots want to see a brand new, powerful Superhero, we have to accept it."

Queen Maeve looked at A-Train calmly. She saw things very clearly. It didn't matter to them who the company let join the Seven. Whoever the company wanted to be a Superhero, would be a Superhero.

"Sh*t!"

A-Train cursed angrily after hearing Queen Maeve's words, but he knew she was right. They, these glamorous Superheroes, actually had no rights. They were just commodities packaged by the company.

Meanwhile, Vought's PR team was working frantically...

Both Starlight, who replaced Lamplighter as a new member of the Seven, and Jupiter, who showed his astonishing value by killing The Invisible Man, required Vought to spend a considerable amount of money on promotion and development...

Especially Jupiter...

This new star who directly replaced The Invisible Man without any warning.

For this, Vought had prepared a two-part promotional package for Jupiter.

The first part was to arrange a retirement interview for "The Invisible Man"...

Yes, to build hype for Jupiter, Vought specifically arranged for The Invisible Man to participate in a retirement interview.

This interview was conducted both online and offline. The main content of the interview was that The Invisible Man had contracted a strange illness and could no longer use his superpowers.

And now that The Invisible Man was dead, the company had specifically arranged for The Transfiguration Man to take over his work. After all, with The Transfiguration Man's abilities, no one could discover that the real Invisible Man had gone to hell to eat sh*t.

The second part was to shoot a promotional video for Jupiter. Nothing could gain him more support than directly showcasing his abilities to the public.

So...

After Jupiter left the Seven's hall, he went directly to the set. This was the exclusive set for Vought's Superheroes, where all the Superhero movies on screen were filmed.

"So what do you need me to do?"

Jupiter raised an eyebrow as he looked at the giant camera filming him. This was his first time on a set, especially after gaining god-like power. To be honest, it felt quite interesting.

"Free Man, the story takes place in a bank. Seven or eight robbers will rush out and try to rob it. You just need to descend from the sky cleanly and defeat the enemies, and that's it!"

The director described a cliché script, but it didn't matter. As long as the audience liked it and it had sufficient commercial value, it was a good script.

"Descend from the sky!?"

Jupiter nodded, understanding that the director meant he should descend from the sky through the roof of the building in front of him, right?!

"Scene one, action!"

The director held the camera and began filming Jupiter's dashing appearance.

"Hey, put your hands up!"

"Or we'll cut off your heads and use them as soccer balls."

Suddenly, the bank's doors were pushed open, and seven or eight armed robbers rushed out. They yelled loudly at the bank employees.

"..."

Jupiter looked at the robbers, who were holding their guns backward and exuded amateurism all over, and covered his face. Look at these amateurs. They weren't robbers; they were more like actors in a comedy skit.

"Wait a moment!"

Jupiter waved at the director, signaling to pause.

"Cut! Everyone pause. Free Man has something to say..."

Although the director didn't know what Jupiter was going to do, he still called for a pause.

"You few, come here for a moment."

After Jupiter saw the director call for a pause, he waved over the extras playing robbers in front of him.

"Uh..."

Although the robbers didn't know why Jupiter was looking for them, they obediently walked over.

"Take a good look in the mirror. Does this look like you're playing robbers?"

"Can you even rob someone like this?! Do you think the people being robbed would be scared of you like this?! We need to create a sense of fear. Get yourselves together and be serious."

Jupiter lectured the extras earnestly.

"Uh..."

The extras looked at each other, seeming confused.

"Is there a problem?"

Jupiter asked, looking at the extras standing still.

"Excuse me, Mr. Free Man, what should robbers look like?!"

Among the extras, a burly man with short brown hair asked Jupiter doubtfully.

"WTF?!"

"You were born in the Free Nation and haven't seen a robber? What a joke..."

Jupiter couldn't believe it. This was unbelievable. Born in the Free Nation, where banks get robbed on average every day, and he said he hadn't seen a robber?! This was more absurd than BBC's filters...

In the Free Nation, robbery is politely called zero-dollar shopping. This is a cultural tradition of their Free Nation citizens. How could such a fine virtue be lost?!

"Ah, I immigrated from the Kingdom of Hans Beer."

The man explained his situation.

"F*ck, no wonder..."

Jupiter nodded slightly upon hearing this. Now he understood why the man in front of him didn't understand the national culture.

"Since that's the case, watch closely. Real robbers are like this..."

As Jupiter spoke, he snatched the submachine gun from the man's hand.

"Click..."

Without a word, Jupiter skillfully disengaged the safety, loaded the submachine gun, and aimed it at the sky.

"Da da da da..."

The next second, a series of intense bursts of fire erupted.

After finishing shooting, Jupiter wasn't satisfied. Holding the submachine gun, he aimed it at the counter glass in front of him.

"F*ck!"

Those few cashiers were clearly local actors. Seeing Jupiter's actions, they immediately ducked down.

"Da da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The moment the cashiers fell, Jupiter pulled the trigger, shooting through the transparent glass.

"Holy crap..."

Seeing Jupiter firing, all the actors playing hardened criminals fell to the ground, clutching their heads in fear.

Silence. For a moment, the entire set was eerily quiet.

"Heh heh..."

Jupiter looked at the now quiet crowd with a satisfied smile.

"You little bi*ches, listen up! Open all the safes, and then voluntarily put the money into the black bags by my side. Listen, if anyone dares to call the police, I swear my bullets will arrive faster than theirs."

After a volley of gunfire, amidst the smoke from the barrel, Jupiter roared at the crew.

"Do you understand now?!"

After shouting, Jupiter looked at the crew members who had collapsed in fear and threw the gun to the hardened criminal actor below, who was crouching with his head in his hands.

"Un-understand... I-I-I'm useless..."

The hardened criminal actor stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Um..."

"Mr. Free Man, could you please tone it down a bit..."

"But I have to say, your acting just now was incredible!"

The director, who had fallen to the ground from the sudden gunfire, held his small microphone and said to Jupiter in an extremely gentle voice.

Honestly, he was startled. He saw Jupiter grinning menacingly as he fired, and he thought they had actually encountered robbers.