The two of them moved closer inch by inch.
Once they were close enough.
Homelander slowly dropped to his knees, his face full of despair.
Looking as though he was about to burst into tears, he began unzipping The Deep.
Black Noir and A-Train silently looked away.
Ashley, however, after her initial helpless panic, actually watched with rapt attention. Her lips even twitched, as though she wanted to laugh out loud.
"Stop, please, stop!"
Homelander struggled with all his might.
But in the end, his hand still passed through several layers of obstruction.
Touching the thing he least wanted to touch at that moment.
He even began pulling it out.
"No, no..."
Tears of humiliation truly slid from his eyes.
Homelander's cheeks were wet with tears, making him look exactly like a helpless little boy being bullied by his classmates.
Just then, the force controlling him suddenly loosened.
"That's disgusting. You're already middle-aged, yet you cry over a little grievance."
At the far end of the conference table, Leon cast Homelander a disdainful sidelong glance.
"Forget it. I'm not as shameless as you. Get up."
Leon ultimately did not make Homelander take that final step.
Making Homelander do something like that gave him the illusion that he was doing it himself. This show was simply too much to watch.
"R-really?"
Homelander froze for a moment, slowly pulled his hand out from between several layers of fabric, then slowly stood up.
He looked at Leon nervously. Only after confirming that he could really move did he hurriedly put some distance between himself and The Deep.
The Deep also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly scrambled behind A-Train and the others.
But he did not notice the concealed killing intent in Homelander's eyes as he looked at him.
When that killing