All in The Boys, and the Wage-Raising Gentleman Is Still Going Strong!

"Wait!"

"Don't tell me that weakling in the cape is the Homelander you were talking about?"

On the street.

Leon pointed at a huge Homelander poster and turned to ask Butcher and the others.

"That's right."

Butcher swaggered over to Leon and sneered. "After Vought International declared you dead, he became the new you."

"Hehe~"

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, Leon pointed at Butcher's hooked nose and corrected him. "Watch your words, mate."

"I am Vought's embodiment. No one can replace me. No one!"

With that said.

Leon picked a direction at random and strode off decisively.

Butcher and the others exchanged glances, smiles spreading across their faces. They did not care where Leon was going; following him was all that mattered.

The more Soldier Boy hated Homelander, the more favorable things were for them.

The Boys had been left utterly wrecked just from opening Leon's box. That made Butcher and the others far more cautious in how they treated him.

Fortunately.

As long as they did not take the initiative to offend Leon, it seemed possible to reason with him peacefully.

Wasn't that only natural?

Leon thought. He was not a lunatic. Even Soldier Boy himself had been the only bastard in the show who upheld the spirit of a contract from beginning to end.

This discovery left Butcher overjoyed.

At least when it came to dealing with Homelander, he was already ninety percent certain of success.

Because The Boys had crossed paths with Leon far earlier than in the original plot.

The effects of Hughie's Temporary Compound V had not worn off yet. An ordinary hospital could not handle his injuries, so Butcher could only rent a large hotel suite for the badly wounded Hughie. Leon's room was right next door.

Hughie's room.

Like an injured pack of wolves, The Boys trembled beneath the intimidation of Leon, a lion, while licking one another's wounds.

"Argh!"

"Frenchie, did you secretly get high again?"

Mother's Milk cried out in pain, glaring resentfully at Frenchie. Frenchie's hands were shaking incessantly as if he had Parkinson's, yet he was still using tweezers to dig out Mother's Milk's bullet.

"I did, but only a little."

"You know that stuff has anesthetic effects. I wasn't doing it for no reason."

Frenchie made a tiny gesture with his fingers at Mother's Milk and smiled sheepishly. Then he suddenly hardened his resolve and shoved the tweezers deeper.

"Fuck!"

Mother's Milk cursed through the pain, his brown lips turning pale with weakness. When he saw Frenchie pull out the bullet along with a huge chunk of flesh, his eyes rolled back and he passed out on the spot.

It was both from the pain and from the anger.

Butcher sat alone by the window, bare-chested. He kept watch outside the hotel while applying ointment to the burn wound that stretched from his left shoulder all the way to his lower right abdomen, then wrapped it in white bandages.

Hughie, dressed in a hospital gown, lay on the room's only double bed like a corpse. Judging by his gradually steady breathing, at least he was not going to die.

Among the powers Hughie gained from injecting Temporary Compound V, aside from the standard enhancement to strength and endurance and his unique teleportation ability, he also had a certain degree of healing.

Meanwhile, Leon leaned against the doorway with great interest, idly playing with his Infinite-Ammo Desert Eagle as he questioned The Boys.

"You ragtag bunch have really been openly and secretly fighting that Homelander for quite some time?"

"I think I need to reconsider whether I should work with you."

"Trust me, mate."

After putting on his shirt, Butcher walked up to Leon, confidence written all over his face. "No one knows those bastards better than we do, and no one has more guts to take them on."

"You were captured by the Russians only because the other members of Payback, the original Seven, betrayed you together."

"Swatto was blown to pieces by a missile when you were captured. I killed Gunpowder not long ago, no need to thank me. But the other five are still alive."

"Crimson Countess, the T.N.T. Twins, Mindstorm, Black Noir. I'll help you drag them out one by one, then let you kill them with your own hands."

"—That is my sincerity."

"And our only request is to add one more name to your revenge list." Butcher discussed it with Leon.

"Homelander?"

"That's right."

"Why him?"

"Because you're not the only one who wants revenge."

At that.

Leon raised an eyebrow and waved his index finger at Butcher. "Listen, mate. I can find them myself, but you'd better not keep me waiting too long. My patience is limited."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Butcher grinned wickedly and extended a hand to Leon.

"We're not done yet."

Leon toyed with the Desert Eagle in his hand without reaching out to shake it.

"What?"

Butcher looked puzzled.

"You should know, I was lying in that damned laboratory for decades. I haven't touched a woman in decades!"

Leon's tone was filled with indignant sincerity.

"You mean..."

Butcher had already guessed what Leon was about to say.

"I need a woman to help me remember what it feels like to be a man."

As he spoke.

Leon gave Butcher a knowing wink shared only between men, while his lower body restlessly paid slow-motion tribute to an Asian dance king.

At the sight.

Butcher's eye twitched, but he could completely understand how Leon felt. After all, they were both men, and men understood men best.

Any man whose preferences and functions were normal, who had experienced that kind of pleasure, and had been forced into abstinence for decades, would not be thinking about that after getting free.

Or rather,

Leon was powerful enough to do almost anything he wanted, yet he was still discussing it with him calmly. That was already restrained enough.

"What are your requirements?"

"Beautiful, strong, healthy, older."

"Is that so..."

"Got it. Leave it to me."

After a brief moment of thought, Butcher readily agreed.

Leon's requirements immediately crossed ordinary people off Butcher's list of possible hookups.

Judging from the battle between The Female and her old landlord, only a Superhuman with extraordinary endurance and powers leaning toward Body Enhancement could likely meet Leon's requirements.

How could Butcher know that Leon now possessed a Biological Field? Whether ordinary people or Superhumans, he could handle them all.

Otherwise, Zhao Hailun and the others would have long been flattened beneath Leon's nearly half-ton weight.

"Hmm..."

As he pondered in a low voice, Butcher suddenly spotted the key point. It seemed that among The Boys' unofficial members, there was someone who met Leon's requirements.

It was just that she already belonged to someone else.

Should he really play matchmaker here?

Butcher began to struggle with the decision...

After all,

She was a friend of a brother.

He would have to make Soldier Boy kill a few more troublesome Superhumans first!