We Can't Let Her Get Away

Maeve fell silent for a moment. She didn't know what to say. Was she supposed to help, or... help?

Lin Mo noticed her expression. After a moment's thought, he knew what was bothering her.

He sighed helplessly, leaned a little closer, and lowered his voice beside Maeve's ear.

"Clara."

"She's a Nazi."

Maeve froze.

"What?"

"She isn't just a racist,"

Lin Mo went on.

"She was a Nazi back then."

"And even now, she still wants to bring all that back."

Maeve: "..."

The next second, Maeve sat bolt upright. Her hesitation vanished, replaced by a deadly serious expression.

"So that's what's going on."

"Then we definitely can't let her get away."

Wait, wasn't that change of heart a little too fast?

Still, Lin Mo understood. Maeve was a Superhero with a real moral line. She might hesitate over attacking an ordinary person or taking something that belonged to someone else.

But the moment she heard Clara was a Nazi, everything changed. This was no longer just about getting Original Compound V. It was about justice.

Maeve looked at Lin Mo, her tone much more serious. "If you go after her, I'll help however I can. Even if she refuses to hand it over, we can't let her keep hiding."

Joanna glanced at Maeve, and some of the hostility in her eyes faded.

At least Maeve might seem a little strange sometimes, but when it mattered, she was on the right side.

Behind his desk, Edgar watched the three of them suddenly unite against a common enemy. His expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he was fairly pleased.

Now Lin Mo, Joanna, and Maeve—the three most promising Superheroes in Vought's future—were all after Clara.

That troublesome old woman was probably in for a rough time.

With everything settled, Lin Mo had