What Do You Think?

The scene switched to the bus he had "saved."

"Yes! He saved the passengers! But what about that bus?! It was completely wrecked! The insurance company is probably crying their eyes out! And this damn road too!"

The camera pulled back to one of Wu Yanzu's rescue scenes... where he had planted his feet, two deep footprints had been crushed into the ground, and the surrounding floor was cracked across a huge area!

"He doesn't care about the damage at all! He only cares whether his damn hair got messed up!"

"We reviewed the Battle of New York! The 'collateral damage' caused by this Homelander... was worse than those damn alien bastards!"

"He's just a brutish... blond bastard! He's a threat to New York!!"

"I, Jameson of the Daily Bugle, will continue exposing his evil deeds!"

Wu Yanzu watched the passionate speech without expression.

"Ding! Popularity Points gained - 105."

"Ding! Popularity Points gained - 98."

"Ding! Popularity Points gained - 112."

"..."

"Ha..." He laughed.

"Hatters..." he murmured. "Sure enough, no matter what world it is, these flies who make a living with their mouths are all fucking the same."

Had he been slandered any less in his previous life as an award-winning actor?

"Jameson... the Daily Bugle..."

Wu Yanzu's gaze turned cold.

"You're right, buddy. I really don't care about the damage. But why did you have to say it out loud?"

He knew perfectly well that he wasn't DC's red-underwear-wearing big cousin.

He didn't have that invisible Biological Force Field wrapping around everything he touched.

When he saved people, he relied entirely on precise control over his strength.

But no matter how well he controlled it, the laws of physics still existed. If he caught a falling person at supersonic speed, that person would still be "smashed" into pulp by him, so he could only slow himself down as much as possible.

"Looks like... setting up my own media company needs to be put on the agenda."

He needed an institution that could control public opinion, one that... could call black white and turn "justice" into a business..."

A cold smile tugged at Wu Yanzu's lips.

"But before that..."

Eleven at night.

The entire building was dark, save for the editor-in-chief's office on the top floor, which was still brightly lit.

J. Jonah Jameson had a cigar clamped between his teeth as he roared into the phone, spittle flying:

"What do you mean, there's no evidence?! Do I need evidence?! I saw it with my own eyes! That arrogant freak in tights! He flies through the sky! He shoots lasers from his eyes! That alone makes him the biggest fucking threat!!"

"Shut up! You're fired!!"

"What? You're my boss?... Fine, then we'll talk tomorrow!"

Jameson angrily slammed down the phone and grabbed the whiskey on his desk, taking a hard swig.

He still clearly remembered how, during the Battle of New York, the Mercedes-Benz he had just bought had been sliced into four pieces by the fucking lasers in Homelander's eyes!

And the insurance company refused to pay! They said an alien invasion counted as force majeure!

He felt that this ruleless "Superman" needed to be taught a proper lesson.

"A bunch of cowards... scaredy-cats... This city doesn't need gods! What it needs is me—J. Jonah Jameson—to tell them..."

"Mr. Jameson?"

A voice that was clearly gentle yet so abrupt it made his skin crawl sounded behind him.

Jameson's hair instantly stood on end.

He spun around.

Homelander, who had been on the front pages every day lately, stood in the center of his office, calmly watching him.

That handsome face no longer wore the perfect smile he showed the cameras during the day. There was only an expression that was almost completely empty.

Like... he was looking at a bug.

"You... how did you get in here?!" Jameson took a step back and crashed into his chair.

"I came straight in, Jonah... Can I call you Jonah?" Wu Yanzu slowly walked toward him.

"Don't, don't come closer... Don't call me Jonah! You... you monster!" Jameson shouted, putting on a brave front. "Security! Security!!"

"They can't hear you, Jonah." Homelander smiled and swept the floor below with his X-Ray Vision. "The guards are watching a rerun of Saturday Night Live. It's very loud."

"What do you want?!" Jameson grabbed the ashtray off his desk. "I'm warning you! If you dare touch me, the whole world will know your true face tomorrow!"

"My true face?" Homelander laughed. He stepped forward and picked up a copy of the Daily Bugle from the desk.

"An arrogant tyrant? A demon draped in Stars and Stripes?"

Homelander shook his head, his face filled with the disappointment and sorrow of someone professionally trained.

"Jonah... do you know? I saved thirteen people in that building. I saved NYPD officers trembling under a hail of bullets. I saved this city, and you... hid behind a keyboard and used this... to attack me?"

"Everything I said is the truth!" Jameson roared, putting on a brave front. "You lunatic in a costume! You think I'm afraid of you?!"

"Oh?"

Wu Yanzu vanished from where he stood.

Jameson only felt his neck tighten before his entire body was lifted by an immense force!

"Y-you let go of me! You Nazi!!" Jameson screamed in terror, his feet kicking wildly in midair.

"I came here intending to have a proper talk with you about what correct news reporting means," Azu said gently.

"But it seems you're not the Jonah I know... I've changed my mind."

"I've decided... to show you a bigger world."

"You... you can't... cough... do this..." Jameson's face had already turned dark red. "You... you're a hero..."

"Now you know I'm a hero?" Wu Yanzu smiled.

Crash! Still gripping Jameson, he smashed straight through the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side and shot into New York's night sky!

"AAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"

The biting wind and sensation of weightlessness instantly swallowed Jameson!

Dragging him along, Wu Yanzu shot vertically upward like a Rocket!

One thousand meters...

Five thousand meters...

Ten thousand meters...

The air here was already extremely thin. Jameson's screams turned into oxygen-starved gasps, and his eyes rapidly filled with bloodshot veins.

"Jonah!" Homelander had to shout into his ear because the wind was too loud.

"Look down there!! How's the view, Jonah?!"

"Please... please... can you give me another chance? I have a daughter..." Jameson completely broke down.

"What do you think?!"

Wu Yanzu revealed a vicious smile.

He let go.

"No—!!!"

Jameson, the ace editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, began free-falling.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

He wildly flailed all four limbs in the air, but it was meaningless.

The fear of death instantly gripped his heart.

The clouds streaked past him.

Below, the lights of New York City intertwined into a gigantic web that was about to swallow him.

"Help... help me..."

He could no longer even cry out.