Azu Overheats, Discussing Fatherly Virtues Online

Setting aside whether there will be a next round, what kind of bizarre art style is this?

Director Adam, who was excitedly talking to himself, flipped over the display board, revealing a life-sized poster of the IP to everyone present.

"The background of the poster is an abstract design of the Stars and Stripes."

Adam introduced it proudly: "As for the uniform on Ryan, I mainly wanted to pay tribute to the great Homelander, so I replicated it one-to-one."

"You deserve this tribute, sir!"

Azu could no longer hide the smile on his face; he even modestly waved his hands repeatedly.

But he was just putting on a show; in the depths of his heart, he truly believed that this Adam was absolutely right.

I am indeed such a respectable person.

"What do you think?"

Azu was smart this time and asked Stormfront directly.

Because he had noticed that in the previous round of responses, only Stormfront had been supporting him.

As for Maeve and Starlight, they weren't even worth mentioning.

Stormfront began to shift her strategy, no longer interacting with Homelander by antagonizing him, but instead sincerely saying that Nazi quote: "You are the best of us, you are what we should be."

Azu lifted his chin in satisfaction, accepting Stormfront's praise entirely.

Then, he leaned his body toward Ryan: "Son, what do you think? About this script and the uniform?"

"Hmm..."

Ryan stared at the uniform on the poster, which was identical to Homelander's, complete with the short cape.

He really couldn't imagine whether he would even be able to walk after putting it on.

Seeing Ryan's hesitant attitude, Azu immediately added with full confidence: "Look, son, Maeve and Stormfront both say this is the best."

"I also think it's the best. We are going to save this country together, right in this film!"

"Is that so?"

Ryan seemed to be on the verge of being persuaded, looking one by one at Maeve and Stormfront, whom Azu had just named again.

Maeve looked up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

Stormfront smiled hypocritically and nodded in agreement.

"Then..."

Azu already had victory in his grasp.

The special task force still played a negligible role; their strategy... no, my strategy is excellent.

Ryan is about to be persuaded by me to give up his childish fantasies.

He sat up straight unconsciously, waiting for his son to nod.

Then, the unexpected happened without any surprise.

Ryan suddenly pointed his finger at the Countess of Crows, who had almost been forgotten in the corner: "Mitchell, I want to know what everyone has been saying. Can you help me repeat it?"

Azu's upright posture stiffened abruptly, and his head turned mechanically.

Maeve, Starlight, and the others were the same; at this moment, the attention of the entire room was once again focused on the Countess of Crows, who wished she could teleport away.

"Th-they... said, said..."

Ryan was surprised and suspicious. Something is wrong. Why is the Countess of Crows afraid?

What is she afraid of? Has something happened that I don't know about?

Even if she could tell that Azu didn't want her to read the netizens' opinions, she didn't know Azu's true nature. She shouldn't be, and shouldn't have to be, so scared that she couldn't even speak clearly!

"Caw..."

A short, sharp crow cry sounded at Mitchell's feet.

She lowered her head and took a quick glance at Cameron, whose feathers were bristling with fright. Within the crow spirituality connected by her superpowers, wave after wave of surging, terrifying blood-red color was constantly transmitted.

Red represented terror and indicated malice!

White represented harmlessness and indicated normalcy!

Green represented warmth and indicated goodwill!

Then... since when had the spirituality of the crows turned red?

As soon as Mitchell's gaze touched Homelander, she shifted it away as quickly as if she had been electrocuted.

Since the moment I aimed the camera at Homelander!!

Her shifting gaze drifted to Stormfront, whose blood-red spirituality, while not quite as intense as Homelander's, was not far off.

He! She! Both of them harbor intense malice toward me.

I'm so scared!

Mitchell's hand trembled, and a row of question marks scrolled across the barrage.

Her terrified gaze landed on Ryan, as if searching for hope in a sea of blood.

Green!

So warm...

Ryan gave me a job!

He let me, a drifter with nowhere to go, move into Vought International—a place that even the teen groups would die of envy for.

I, I...

Mitchell steeled her heart and instantly cut off her superpower.

Ryan gave me hope, he helped me realize my dreams, and I cannot let him... down!

Yes, I am the Countess of the Crows!!

Gritting her teeth, Mitchell pulled the phone closer and rapidly read the netizens' comments.

"Strongly suggest changing the title to 'Me, Homelander's Son, I'm Just Here to Cash In'."

"This isn't a movie, it's a giant PowerPoint presentation plus an extra-long music video!"

"Most disappointing of the year, bar none. If you want to eat sh*t, go watch this!"

"No wonder Homelander's movies are all the same. Suggest the director spiral into the sky and die on the spot."

"I feel like my IQ is being pinned down by Director Adam..."

"Also, this person says..."

"Enough!!!"

Azu suffered another mental breakdown, his low roar bringing everything to a halt.

He instinctively moved to stand up and kill, red light flickering in his eyes, completely forgetting that Mitchell's livestream camera was still pointed right at him.

Ryan, sitting next to Azu, was quick-witted and grabbed his cape just as he was halfway up.

"Dad, are you angry again? But you promised me just yesterday that you wouldn't get angry anymore."

"Are you going back on your word?"

Ryan's manipulative, tea-sipping rhetoric was back.

There was no helping it; who knew this livestream suggestion of his would deal such massive magical damage to Azu?

He hadn't expected Mitchell to be so inexplicably off her game. He had even dropped hints before they arrived, telling her to only mention some harmless, minor suggestions.

Now look at this—she had gone straight for the throat, practically calling his Homie an idiot to his face!

"Ugh!!"

Being yanked back by Ryan, Azu finally snapped out of it and noticed the phone lens.

Oh no, the approval rating is going to tank!

Azu's heart panicked. Stupid brain, think!

He hadn't even turned off his Heat Vision, yet in the very next second, he thought of a solution.

Azu first flashed a strained smile at the camera, then turned his perfect profile to face Ryan directly.

"Son!"

Ryan blinked, wanting to say that his Heat Vision was still on.

But he swallowed the words, instead showing a hint of fear and shrinking back into his chair.

Azu maintained his strained smile, his voice laced with regret as he said, "Dad really shouldn't have lost his temper, but..."

Right, here comes the "but."

"But Ryan, that person actually slandered you, saying you're just here to cash in!"

"How could he say that about you!"

"Dad is very sad, because I know how much you wanted to film this movie, how much you wanted to tell everyone that you are Homelander's son."

I didn't! I wanted to film Spider-Man!

As Azu spoke, he secretly shut off the Heat Vision in his eyes.

Then, he turned back to face the camera with a sorrowful expression: "As a first-time father, I may have overlooked the unreasonable parts of the script."

"But please believe me, I only wanted to fulfill a child's simple wish."

"This is what I, as his father, should do for him!"