Back aboard the pirate ship

The Mother's Milk looked at him and immediately understood what he was thinking.

"You want to check out Vought again."

Butcher smiled.

"Look."

You understand me best.

But I have my own life now.

The color of the Mother's Milk didn't improve because of those words.

On the contrary, he now has his own family and children.

After saying that, he glanced behind the door before looking away. None of his family members knew what he had done before.

The Mother's Milk reiterated, "I have family, and I don't want to get involved in those troubles with you and make them worry."

"I'll just take a look first."

Butcher said calmly.

"Help me take a look at the documents, check if there are any problems with these things."

"If you feel it's okay, you can leave anytime."

Upon hearing this, the Mother's Milk's expression darkened even further. She'd heard those kinds of things before; it wasn't like she hadn't heard them before.

For example, just taking a quick look, just helping out, or just staying for a while.

Then things started to go wrong, and he had no choice but to keep doing the work.

Butcher, seemingly oblivious to his expression, continued speaking.

Or perhaps...

"Do you really think there's nothing left to investigate about Vought now?"

The area outside the door fell silent.

The Mother's Milk looked at him for a long while before finally unable to hold back and uttered a curse.

"You bastard."

Butcher's smile widened even more.

He knew this phrase well; usually, when someone said this, the matter was already more than half settled.

Sure enough, the Mother's Milk turned around and picked up her coat from the side.

"Let's make this clear first."

"I can work with that Frenchie."

"If I see him, I'll leave immediately."

"Certainly."

Butcher agreed readily.

As for what will happen then, that's a matter for time to tell.

The second one is Frenchie.

They're referring to the Frenchie they're familiar with.

When Butcher found him in the afternoon, the guy was at his usual spot, fiddling with some odds and ends.

Hearing the sound, Frenchie looked up and first saw Butcher, then the Mother's Milk behind him.

His expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"You two."

Why did you all come together?

The Mother's Milk hugged her arms, looking rather unhappy.

Because of some past events, he didn't have a good impression of Frenchie. When he heard Butcher say he was coming to see him, he wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

However, Butcher managed to persuade him back with his silver tongue, but that didn't mean he would give Frenchie a friendly look.

Mother's Milk of politeness, she still said something.

"You can ask him."

Butcher walked in with a smile.

"Something came up."

I need your help.

Frenchie looked at him for a few seconds, then at the Mother's Milk, his expression somewhat incredulous.

"Even you agreed?"

The Mother's Milk still didn't speak, but this reaction was clearly an answer.

Frenchie sighed. Even Mother's Milk had been persuaded by Butcher to work with him, so what else was there to say?

Can I refuse?

Of course.

Butcher said, then placed the phone in front of him.

"But."

"Read this first."

Frenchie took it and looked down at it.

At first, his expression was somewhat casual, but after watching both videos...

He couldn't resist replaying the earlier part of the video and watching Robin's appearance in the later part.

"Is this the same person?"

"That's what Vought said."

Butcher answered, Frenchie looked up, his eyes shining.

"Do you know what they used?"

"Have no idea."

Butcher waved his hand dismissively.

"So."

"That's why I came to find you."

Frenchie looked at him, then at his phone.

My heart is already itching to get involved. That level of injury, and the fact that it has recovered to this state in such a short time, no matter how it was done, it's hard not to be interested.

These are the things that interest him most. Whether it's some kind of technological product or a special ability that can restore Robin to normal, it's all worth investigating.

Furthermore, if Vought possessed such powerful healing abilities, why didn't he release him sooner? He could have sold him for money.

Looking at his expression, Butcher immediately understood what was going on.

Regarding Mother's Milk, we need to talk about the past, about Vought, about those unresolved issues, and he will still soften and help him.

Frenchie often only needs one question that piques his curiosity.

The rest is much easier to say.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Frenchie put the phone back on the table.

"Make things clear first."

I can't guarantee I can help you in any way.

"It doesn't matter."

Butcher said with a smile.

We have plenty of resources; we can take our time.

Upon hearing this, the Mother's Milk couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands.

Here it comes again, it's the same old routine.

They said they'd just keep an eye on things before we came in, but now it's become "we"—we're on the wrong side of the law again.

Before he could say anything, Butcher had already pulled up a chair and sat down, acting as if they were old friends.

He then raised his chin, gesturing for the other two to sit as well.

They looked so practiced, as if they had never separated before.

Frenchie glanced at the Mother's Milk, and the Mother's Milk glanced at him back. In the end, the two of them sat down obediently.

Butcher's smile deepened.

Well, they've found him now.

He reached out and turned the phone on the table around.

On the screen, the interview from Vought's official website was still displayed.

Robin stood in front of the camera, Hughie beside her, and below the video was the name that was repeatedly mentioned.

Superman.

Lin Mo.

Butcher glanced at it, then looked up and declared.

"Alright, guys."

"Let's see what Vought is hiding this time."

On the other hand, Lin Mo kept his word this time; he promised to go out with Joanna, so he had to keep her company.

The two of them had a great time playing outside all day.

They went to the beach, and also to some places Joanna had wanted to take him to, but hadn't had the time.

As for the specifics of what they did, Joanna didn't really care.

What she cared about was that Lin Mo finally didn't have to stare at those documents anymore, and he didn't have to go out to sunbathe every day.

The whole day belonged to her, and that alone made her happy.

Once it got dark again, the two of them leisurely flew back.

The night wind billowed the cloak behind them as Joanna, holding Lin Mo's hand, flew together, a smile still lingering on her face.

"I want to come out again next time."

Lin Mo glanced at her.

"You haven't even gone back yet, and you're already thinking about next time?"

"What's wrong?"

Joanna was perfectly justified.

"You agree first."

"OK."

Lin Mo nodded with a smile.

"I'll come out with you when I have time."

Joanna was slightly dissatisfied with this answer. What did he mean by "have time"? This guy was just making trouble for himself.

However, considering her good performance today, she's not going to dwell on it for now; she's thinking of going back to do what she loves as soon as possible.

Joanna was about to say something more when she noticed that Lin Mo beside her had suddenly slowed down and then stopped in mid-air.

She stopped too, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Lin Mo didn't answer, but turned his head slightly, his gaze falling into the distance.

That's the Vought Hospital where they used to stay.