"Sir, the beef noodles are here."
Inside the war room.
Homelander respectfully moved a table in front of Leon and set the noodles on it.
"Scallions too? How thoughtful." Leon glanced at them. Sure enough, there were scallions, just as he had expected.
Everyone wore different expressions.
Billy Butcher craned his neck from the side.
The instant he saw those scallions, a shadow passed through his eyes.
A-Train and Black Noir made the same motion, secretly checking whether there were scallions in the bowl.
Homelander, meanwhile, quietly watched the others, privately grateful that he had overheard that terrifying wager.
At the same time, he gave Leon a slight bow and said:
"I know beef noodles in the East always come with scallions, so I specially recreated them exactly!"
Homelander had never shown such a humble attitude before.
But before the man in front of him, he could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
"So, you made this bowl of noodles?" Leon did not pick up his chopsticks. He merely looked at Homelander.
Homelander was about to take credit, but the moment he met Leon's eyes, his heart trembled for no reason.
He instinctively changed his words. "Y-Yes, The Deep made them. I just assisted him from the side!"
"Is that so?" Leon looked at the beef noodles. "I just made a bet with A-Train. We bet on this bowl of noodles. Scallions, you live. No scallions, you die."
The Deep, standing beside Homelander, felt his heart shudder.
He knew nothing about this wager.
Now that he heard it, his mind instantly went blank.
He hurriedly racked his brain, trying to remember whether he had added scallions.
He even unconsciously stepped forward a few paces.
Only when he saw several streaks of green in the bowl did he let