Avengers, Payback!

Although Maeve had initially been somewhat resistant to Leon's blunt, straightforward approach, after personally experiencing just how formidable his physical condition was, she willingly risked her life to accompany him.

Because that man-child Homelander was not even worth one of Leon's fingers.

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on Leon's door.

"Come in. It's unlocked."

Creak!

Butcher pushed the door open and walked in.

The countless peach pits scattered across the floor made his eyelid twitch violently.

Had this bastard been starving or something? If he was hungry, why hadn't he asked Butcher to order more takeout? Why was he just gnawing on these??

And where the hell had such a huge box come from??

Butcher's face was full of question marks.

While Leon and Maeve had been fighting, he had checked in and received a huge box of system-produced no-wash peaches. They were soft and silky, with tender, juicy flesh, sweet and refreshing without any bitterness. They slid into his stomach almost before he could feel them, like Zhu Bajie eating a Ginseng Fruit.

Following the principle that peaches were wasted if left uneaten, Leon finished the entire box in a single day.

Maeve had gotten her share as well. Too lazy to go out for food, she ate them as a meal until she threw up. She probably never wanted anything to do with the words "peach" again for the rest of her life.

After all,

No matter how delicious something was, too much of it became sickening.

"What is it?"

After getting up, Leon generously equipped his Super Elastic Fiber Underwear and Soldier Boy Suit right in front of Butcher.

"Shit!"

"Why the hell are you only getting dressed now?"

Butcher cursed instinctively, then hurriedly turned around. Yet the image kept replaying uncontrollably in his mind. He might never forget it for the rest of his life.

Was that even human?!

"Butcher, I don't want to say the same thing twice."

Leon's tone was calm, but Butcher instantly felt a suffocating pressure, as though a python had coiled around him. He quickly explained honestly:

"I've completely gathered the information on Crimson Countess. I can take you to her anytime."

"Then what are we waiting for? Take me to that ungrateful bitch now!"

After Maeve, it was time to get down to business.

Leon would strike in Soldier Boy form. He had never forgotten that nearly all his power came from the system.

Without the system, Leon would merely be a handsome, wealthy good-for-nothing.

He had a clear understanding of himself.

Late at night.

Crimson Countess, also known as the Crimson Countess, was in the cheap cabin she rented, hosting a private paid livestream with her 779th VIP subscriber to cultivate their shared interests.

Ever since Payback had disbanded,

She had only been able to rely on her Superhuman body to perform bizarre acts ordinary people could not manage, satisfying the special tastes of certain clients to make a living.

Very soon,

Urged on by the mysterious VIP subscriber Number 779, Crimson Countess took out the mysterious little prop he had specially mailed her for today from the delivery box.

On the other side of the video call,

He was already unable to wait.

Outside the window,

Leon, who had been watching this paid livestream for free on-site for quite a while, suddenly said to Butcher beside him with interest:

"How about we make a bet?"

(P.S.: The contents of the wager had been censored. It was about waiting for Crimson Countess to finish the VIP livestream content she had not completed in the original story, then Leon and Butcher guessing the number. Leon guessed all of it; Butcher guessed half.)

"What's the wager?"

"If I lose, I'll help you deal with one more person. If you lose, you get me some Compound V."

"Deal."

Once the bet was made, Leon and Butcher stopped talking and began counting seriously.

Before long.

"How does this count?"

Butcher asked Leon. The latter shrugged. "For now, you win."

"For now?"

Butcher raised a brow, only to see Leon smash the door lock with a shield and stroll brazenly into "Crimson Countess's Magic Workshop."

"What the fuck?!"

"You are... Oh, my God, is that really you?!"

Crimson Countess, positioned on the bed on all fours, turned around and saw Leon. She looked as though she had seen a ghost, panicking as she tried to flee outside but somehow could not get out.

"Oi, darling. There's no God here. Only the Grim Reaper, here to collect you."

With that same signature wicked grin, Butcher followed Leon into the room. In an extremely professional move, he immediately used Heat Vision to blast Crimson Countess's livestream equipment apart.

To cooperate with Leon's operation, Butcher diligently injected another vial of Temporary Compound V.

[Question: Would you like to check in for today?]

*System, are you a big brother or a little sister?*

[Ding! Today's check-in has been completed. Congratulations, host, you have received "Crimson Countess's QQ Prop Encyclopedia."]

[Crimson Countess's QQ Prop Encyclopedia:...]

[Description: If you can think of it, Crimson Countess has it.]

"Fuck you!"

Leon cursed furiously. Why was it another piece of meaningless garbage like this?

"Leon, listen to me explain... Ah! Let go of me! You bastard! What are you doing?! Let me go! You have no idea how terrifying he really is!"

The Crimson Countess was so terrified that her voice trembled. She tried to seize the chance to jump out the window, but Butcher, who had expected it, grabbed her by the head.

"Now she's yours, Boss."

Butcher wore a wicked grin as he turned to look at Leon, whose anger was boiling over.

"Countess, you've really fucking disappointed me!"

Leon walked to the bedside and took control of the Crimson Countess's head from Butcher.

"No!"

"Don't!"

"You damned devil!"

Shrrk—

The Crimson Countess begged nonstop, but Leon could not be bothered with her. He forcibly pried open her upper and lower jaws with both hands, then fired a fully charged blast of Heat Vision straight through.

After that, things became easy. Leon wore that highly infectious "smile" as he looked at Butcher.

"So now, you won—but I didn't lose either."

"Then that bet just now..."

"I'll help you deal with one more person, and you'll get me Compound V. We both have a bright future."

"Deal."

Butcher could not have asked for more. Now he had a lead on the Head Popper too.