Cutting to Commercial Right at the Start, Is That Right? Cam!

At the same time, Long Island, New York.

Inside a sprawling, ultra-luxury detached mansion.

Stan Edgar frowned, holding his phone as far away from his tortured ear as possible.

From the old-fashioned receiver came the voice of Stormfront, detailing a series of murder plots, each more sinister and vicious than the last.

Edgar couldn't be bothered to engage, yet he had to endure it because he still needed her.

He adjusted the volume, trying to drown her out with the sound of the interview playing on the television, but he failed.

This only made his already gloomy mood even worse.

Edgar shook his head and sighed, "Ryan..."

"What?"

Stormfront hadn't caught Edgar's words and asked with surprise.

On the program, host Cameron Coleman was grandly introducing today's little protagonist to the audience.

The fact that things had developed this way was bizarre and abrupt.

Yes, as Edgar recalled it, those were the only two words that could summarize the situation.

Earlier that day, he had missed Ashley's work report due to a secret meeting with his daughter, Neuman, and because he was busy fulfilling Stormfront's request to screen a group of suitable people to "issue threats."

By the time he realized what had happened within the company, there was no longer time to stop it.

This led to the current state of affairs.

Homelander had brought his son to appear openly on a prime-time talk show.

The number of viewers currently watching the live interview had long since exceeded one hundred million, and they were still pouring into the channel in a steady stream.

"Edgar!!"

"I am listening, Ms. Stormfront."

Edgar sighed, "Calm yourself. An interview doesn't mean anything. I will issue an internal company registration form for supes tomorrow. We will handle it after confirming exactly what Ryan's superpowers are."

After a pause, Edgar's gaze shifted to Ryan on the television, who was just about to speak, and he said slowly, "He is just a child well-protected by his mother. He will soon cease to have any influence on Homelander."

Stormfront was silent for a moment.

Edgar could even clearly hear that the interview program was being broadcast simultaneously on the other end of the line.

It wasn't until a young, sincere child's voice rang out in both rooms, saying, "Sorry, I don't know that word," that Stormfront finally spoke:

"It had better be that way!"

"This is The Cameron Coleman Hour, and I am your favorite, favorite, favorite host, Cameron!!"

"Welcome to my Spotlight Zone!"

After a familiar, enthusiastic, and upbeat opening, the host Cameron Coleman—who possessed both a top-tier face and figure—stepped onto the stage.

The audience, already seated in the studio, smiled and applauded, shifting from a relaxed state into a posture of anticipation for the night's heavy-hitting guest.

At this moment, Cameron, often referred to by fans as Cam, began her guest introduction script.

"My good friends here in the studio, and all of you watching on television and via live stream, applause, cheers, screams... are you all ready for this?"

The audience responded with enthusiastic shouts: "Of course... needless to say... we've been ready for a long time..."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Today's episode is a global exclusive, highly anticipated, and the kind of heavy-hitting special that everyone has been dying to see!"

Cameron's rhetoric was extremely inflammatory: "For this episode, I dare say the whole world has been waiting..."

"Waiting for what?"

"Oh! Oh! Be patient, my friends, I will tell you."

At this very moment, everyone watching the interview on their televisions couldn't help but curse in unison:

"Bullshit! Be patient, Cameron is doing her 'Cam' thing again."

"We've talked about superheroes, we've talked about urban legends, but today!"

Cameron said with exaggerated flair: "We have once again invited the top-tier ceiling of Vought International, the world's most popular figure with a massive gap in the rankings, the one who is always the talk of the town, the forever-hot superhero—Homelander!"

"Let's give a warm round of applause and welcome Homelander to the stage!"

The moment Cameron finished speaking, the entire studio was swallowed by a surging wave of sound, and the atmosphere reached its peak.

The invited audience members stood up, screaming, their applause gathering like thunderclouds, reaching a terrifying decibel level in a very short time.

The spotlights above the studio converged on the guest entrance.

Dazzling beams of light cut through the shadows, and the figure everyone was waiting for stepped out slowly.

Azu's golden hair was perfectly groomed, and his face wore his signature professional smile.

With the Stars and Stripes cape trailing behind him, he walked onto the stage and waved to the audience and the cameras, but instead of taking control of the scene as he usually did, he made a downward gesture for silence.

Following this, Azu began to walk back.

At this moment, the host, Cameron, read his lines in coordination: "Early this morning, a rumor about Homelander began circulating online, garnering active comments and shares from netizens..."

Though the live audience couldn't see it, a blurry photo showing only a back profile was suddenly displayed on the television and online live streams.

On an empty rooftop somewhere in New York, the Countess of Crows, who was using two phones to watch and livestream simultaneously, exclaimed, "Oh my god, did you guys see that? That's my photo!"

"Just last night, right here on this rooftop, I really saw Homelander, and he even smiled at me."

"Yes, I promise, Homelander called that cute, handsome boy his son."

The Countess of Crows was multitasking, while the crows Russell and Cameron helped her keep an eye on the netizens' questions; whenever a new comment appeared, they would let out a caw.

As if to prove her words, on the program being broadcast online, Homelander, who had turned back, was now walking into the center of the stage again, holding the hand of a young boy.

The host walked up to meet him: "Hi, Homelander, good to see you again."

Azu: "Yes, I've missed the atmosphere here; it's as great as ever (gives a thumbs up)."

"Thank you, you're so thoughtful."

After exchanging a few words, Cameron couldn't wait to look at the boy beside him and asked in a leading tone: "Homelander, I see you've brought a new friend with you today."

"Oh, oh, be patient, don't be in such a rush to answer that question yet."

Cameron took control of the stage: "Let's have Homelander and his little friend take a seat, and then we'll go to a commercial break."

The screen cut away—

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Produced only by young, God-fearing cows native to America, white and pure.

Drink it and be as strong and powerful as Homelander.

The only choice for a true patriot.

The screen cut back—

In the studio, the group had already taken their seats on opposite sides.

Ryan leaned slightly closer to Azu, using his body language to convey the feeling of, "I'm a little scared, but everything will be fine with you by my side."

"Homelander, could you introduce the little friend beside you to us?"