Gulp!
The white boy nodded with difficulty, and only then did the man in black shove him aside like trash.
He dared not linger, hurriedly squeezing through the crowd to get away from this vicious-looking anti-supe lunatic.
The man's name was Billy Butcher, alias Cuckold Man-no, Butcher.
That was precisely the literal meaning of his surname.
Butcher hated superhumans to the core. His lifelong wish was to destroy Vought International and The Seven.
More precisely, to kill Homelander.
As for the reason, his alias said it all.
Ever since learning that his wife Becca had spent more than three hours in a room with Homelander before disappearing, he had wanted to slaughter that superhuman bastard every waking moment.
Unfortunately, that mission was on hell difficulty.
To deal with those damned superhumans, he had accepted the CIA's invitation to join former director Mallory's special operations team, helping establish The Boys, a team dedicated to taking on superhumans.
Along the way, Butcher had slaughtered more than one superhuman bastard, but compared with Homelander, those guys were nothing but small fry unworthy of mention.
Even now, he was still pouring everything he had into his revenge.
After verbally driving off the white boy brainwashed by superhero movies, Butcher spat crudely.
That gesture convinced the onlookers that this bearded man in black was a complete and utter thug, and they promptly moved in the opposite direction.
They did not want to get caught by his next mouthful of phlegm.
"Hey, excuse me. Yeah, you. Make some room for Daddy... yeah, that's it. Good boy."
Parting the crowd with gentlemanly gestures, Butcher cleared his way with a polite smile, succeeding at every turn as he headed toward the Black people and taxi drivers gathered in the innermost ring.
"Nick. His name was Nick. I knew