Butcher was so blatant that Josen couldn't help laughing in disbelief.
This bastard was far too true to himself!
One second, he was all smiles, calling you boss.
The next, he wanted nothing more than to turn around, pull out a weapon, and blow your asshole apart.
That was Butcher, Billy Butcher.
"Enough bullshit."
Josen raised his hand. Amid layers of particle effects, a purple Fantasy Card took shape from bottom to top, hovering above his palm and slowly rotating.
As a Muggle, Butcher couldn't see any of it, but he vaguely felt that his boss's empty hand seemed to be holding something incredible.
Don't ask. The answer was Psychic Powers!
"I lend you power, and you work for me." Looking at the wary Butcher, Josen said leisurely, "The choice is yours, but I can guarantee that once it's over, I'll leave Homelander for you to deal with."
Now that he had come to this world, Homelander would have to be killed eventually.
As for who got the kill, Josen really didn't care.
As a kindhearted Stand User, he only recycled the soul dregs of evil Heroes. What happened to their bodies had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Butcher: !!
The hatred buried deep in his heart awakened at Josen's words. The man called Butcher clenched both fists, his knuckles turning white.
His cold, scrutinizing gaze fixed on Josen's still-open right hand. There really was nothing there.
But his instincts told him Josen had no reason to lie to him.
Perhaps that hand really did hold a power that could transform him completely.
"...Deal!"
"But this job's too big. I'll need more help."
"That's your business. Figure it out yourself."
As Josen spoke, F-kid stepped out of his body, casually took the spinning SR card from the air, and,