How am I supposed to make this up???

On the day they returned to the Midtown Apartment.

Starlight greeted them wearing a risqué combat outfit, and the moment the door opened, Cate's jaw hit the floor.

In her eyes, Starlight was America's sweetheart, pure and lovely; she never expected her to be so open in private.

Starlight hurriedly covered herself with her cape and glared at Lu Heng, wondering why he had brought this blonde girl back again.

"Annie, Cate is just here as a guest, you don't need to be so hospitable."

Lu Heng said, looking somewhat troubled.

Two at once wasn't impossible, but since they had the same hair color, it was hard to avoid a bit of aesthetic fatigue.

"Uh, Guardian, I'll get going now, you two have fun!"

Cate fled as if escaping.

Starlight was likely quite powerful herself; after all, a woman without some good fortune probably couldn't withstand a superhuman of the Guardian's caliber.

It was unimaginable, simply unimaginable!

That same day, the entire building lost power again.

This time it affected half the street, and the electrician repairing the meter felt his scalp tingle.

"You should get a Gypsy to come take a look; this place of yours is too cursed."

"A dozen fuses have blown this month alone; I think it might be evil spirits at work."

"Don't forget to invite a Father over!"

The electrician finished replacing the fuse and tripped on his way out.

He immediately made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Gu... Guardian, I feel like my abilities have grown quite a bit lately, I think I can even fly now."

Starlight said.

"Is that so? You have to practice this stuff; the more you practice, the stronger you get!"

Starlight's physical constitution was also constantly strengthening through each practice session.

Although she gained a brand-new experience every time, it didn't provide any more ability points.

Lu Heng wondered if he should come up with some ideas regarding Cate.

After all, ability points were just too tempting.

Who wouldn't want to evolve into a super-human tree?

The two didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, and before long, Ashley's call came through.

"Mr. Guardian, Vought has arranged an exclusive interview for two o'clock this afternoon. CNN's ace anchor is flying in personally, specifically to focus on you alone."

"Why focus on me? Give me her file, and I'll make her disappear from the surface of the earth."

Ashley checked the contact list repeatedly, confirming she had called the Guardian and not Homelander.

She had a strange feeling.

As the Guardian's displayed strength grew with each passing day, he was gradually becoming addicted to the "Homelander" persona.

He used to call himself a partner of justice.

Yesterday, he had directly changed it to "I am justice."

There was a massive difference between those two things.

People had already started targeting the Guardian's statement from yesterday, attacking him from the sidelines for representing iron-fisted tyranny.

The kind that was even more overbearing than Homelander.

Lu Heng was completely unaware of this; he only felt a direct sensation of itching in his throat, as if he were about to grow hair.

"Guardian, you misunderstood. It's not targeting you, but rather an exclusive interview focused solely on you," Ashley corrected her phrasing.

"Oh, is that so!"

Lu Heng scratched his head, unsure if he hadn't woken up yet or if his bloodline enhancement was making him too Viltrumite.

After all, the cultural level of Viltrumites was just like that.

"Not going."

"Uh, this was personally approved by Edgar."

"Fuck Edgar! Tell him that exactly."

Lu Heng hung up the phone.

His head had barely touched the pillow when he called Ashley back.

"Ashley, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Huh?"

Ashley touched her temple, wondering how the Guardian's topic had jumped so quickly!

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"Oh, forget it, pretend I didn't ask."

Lu Heng had just hung up the phone.

Annie's eyes, from the other side of the pillow, were sparkling as she stared straight at him, as if she had just retrieved a keyword.

"Sleep, let's go to sleep."

Lu Heng pressed himself directly against her.

"No, I'm completely drained..."

"Burn your little universe, transcend your limits, I believe you can do it!"

After this battle, Starlight had thoroughly learned her lesson.

On the other side.

Ashley hung up the phone and sat in her chair, rubbing her legs together.

She bit her lip and picked up her phone once more.

"Eddie, we're through. Don't contact me again."

"Why are you breaking up? Because you're acting like a damn woman!"

"Don't come to Vought to find me; I'm afraid the Guardian might misunderstand!"

Ashley put down the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

If it were the Guardian, she could completely accept it. He was one of the top superhumans in the world, and even more, a superhuman who didn't even give a damn about Edgar.

A man like that was countless times better than the deadbeat she had at home.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Heng returned to Vought for work.

Edgar was paying way too much.

He had increased Lu Heng's compensation tenfold, put him in charge of promoting the Superhuman Felony Task Force, and even cleared things with the White House so that Lu Heng could now carry out cross-border crime-fighting in areas where America had stationed troops.

At the same time, he provided large-scale publicity, ensuring that every action the Guardian took would be pushed to the entire American public.

And perhaps even the whole world.

The studio on the first floor of Vought Tower.

Lights, cameras, and teleprompters were all in position.

Jessica, the star anchor for CNN, was already seated in the host's chair.

She was one of the highest-rated news anchors in the United States, having interviewed three presidents, two Nobel Peace Prize winners, and countless celebrities and politicians.

But today, her palms were sweating.

Because the person she was interviewing today wasn't a celebrity or a politician, but a powerful superhuman whose heat vision alone could cause damage on par with a nuclear weapon.

She was practically scared out of her wits!

But as long as she completed this interview, she believed her career would reach a new peak.

When Lu Heng walked into the studio, the entire audience, including the host, stood up to welcome him.

It wasn't until he sat down calmly that the others dared to take their seats.

"Mr. Guardian, it is a great honor to be able to interview you."

"You're too kind."

Lu Heng sat in a relaxed posture, crossing his legs.

Jessica sat back in the host's chair.

The live broadcast began.

"Mr. Guardian, first of all, congratulations on successfully killing the terrorist Farid. The whole world is discussing the footage from yesterday. Could you share your feelings about that moment with us?"

"Uh, the toilet in Farid's house wasn't built very well."

Jessica froze for a moment. What did that have to do with the toilet?

"I meant your feelings about the battle. Facing an S-class superhuman terrorist, did you feel any pressure?"

"Oh, none at all."

"None at all?"

"No, it was just a single hand-blade strike; it wasn't that complicated."

Jessica's smile stiffened.

This wasn't right!

According to the traditional script, you should be talking about how difficult the battle was, how both sides traded blows without a clear winner, how the opponent was even slightly overpowering you, and then, at the critical moment when you were about to lose...

...your mind flashed back to your family, to the people of America, and to your duty to protect the nation's freedom, and then you "powered up" and killed your opponent.

Your tone shouldn't be so light and breezy either; you should shed a few small pearls of tears so everyone could see that even an iron man has a soft side.

With you acting like this... how the hell am I supposed to keep this story going...