The children who were well fed and drunk worked very hard.
Annie and Tommy brought the plates to the sink, and Reggie took the rag and wiped the island until Winky was shiny.
Although Kevin accidentally splashed water on Reggie's shoes during the process, causing a small protest, the dinner full of Huaxia flavor ended with everyone's contented slapstick.
When Logistics Department's staff came to take over the follow-up cleaning work in the kitchen, Lynn had already returned to the activity room with a few little ones.
At eight o'clock in the evening, according to regulations, the children of Vanguard Camp have to go back to their comfortable rest cabins to wash up and go to bed.
John followed Lynn into the bulletproof black SUV and returned to the Manor located at Long Island.
Soothing country music was playing in the carriage.
John was leaning on the leather seat, holding in his hand a small box of sweet and sour pork that Lynn packed for him, saying that he wanted to take it back to Golden Retriever Buddy to taste it too.
But dozens of kilometers away in downtown Manhattan, in the penthouse suite of a luxurious Japanese-style hotel, the atmosphere was completely opposite to the warmth of Lynn's place.
The spacious living room was temporarily transformed into the traditional Japanese style, and the floor was paved with fine Tatami.
Yamato Conglomerate's Managing Director Genji sat cross-legged in front of the low table, holding a freshly brewed cup of Tea in his hand, his brows knitted together tightly.
What happened in the Vought Tower conference room during the day made him feel an unprecedented humiliation.
Sitting opposite Genji is the haggard-looking Family Elder.
At this time, the old man had his eyes closed, his breathing seemed a little heavy, and his dry chest was heaving.
Until now, he has not completely recovered from the terrifying biological oppression of John.
"Elder, are you okay?" Genji put down the tea cup, with a hint of worry in his tone, but more of a reluctance.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of lingering fear flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"That blond boy is very special."
Elder's voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper, "I have lived for almost eighty years, and I have never seen a being with such majestic vitality. In my perception, the pressure he burst out in that moment was like a monster in human skin. Compound V of Vought International can actually create such a thing."
Genji clenched his fists, the joints turning slightly white.
"So what? No matter how strong the body is, it is just a deformed product created by the medicine."
Genji snorted coldly, and his eyes became vicious, "We Yamato Conglomerate represent the bloodline of the gods and have a heritage that has been passed down for thousands of years. If Vought International is allowed to bring this man-made monster into our homeland, will we, the traditional Old Families, still have the face and status?"
Elder sighed and tapped the table with his dry fingers.
"Vought International has a very tough attitude. Stan·Edgar is a pure businessman who neither sees rabbits nor hawks. He embarrassed us in the conference room today because he wanted to tell us that tradition is vulnerable in the face of absolute power."
"Then let him see who is vulnerable."
Genji unfolded the white paper fan with the word "" written on it with a swishing sound, and the fan bones glowed with an icy chill under the light.
"I had someone check it out. The boy named John is the product that Vought International has put the most effort into. It is also the most perfect Superheroes they have created in front of the All-America people. He is the absolute symbol of Vought International's power and image."
Genji looked at Elder, with undisguised cruelty in his eyes.
"Elder, brute force may be able to break physical defenses, but it cannot protect against those invisible things. If we can plant Killing Curse in this artificial hero with the strongest symbol, and let him die in New York without anyone noticing, or let him go crazy and self-mutilate in public, the myth of Vought International will be completely shattered."
Elder was silent for a moment, and a faint green light gradually lit up in his cloudy eyes.
"Since he is a man-made god, let him experience the coldness of Yomi."
Elder slowly took out a black wooden box from his wide cuff, preparing to arrange Origami Death Crows's formation.
Genji lowered his voice at this moment and interrupted Elder's movements, "Elder, relying on the curse alone may cause accidents. To ensure nothing goes wrong, I also used the family's Shadow Corps."
The old man's hand holding the wooden box paused slightly. "Have you brought those ninjas to New York too?"
"A total of six elite Jōnin are now lurking around Long Island and Manor."
Genji smiled proudly, "Your Death Crows is responsible for disrupting that little monster's mind, and ordered Killing Curse to wait until he has a nervous breakdown and is in extreme pain, Shadow Corps's Ninja Sword will easily cut off his head. No matter how strong his body is, he can't prevent the double strangulation of our Onmyōdō and Ninjutsu."
Elder After listening, he nodded with satisfaction.
A two-pronged approach is indeed foolproof.
The night is deep, and warm lights are shining in Long Island's Manor.
Lynn After taking a bath, he put on comfortable home clothes and sat on the sofa in the living room, reading a book on child psychology.
John is lying on the carpet not far away, holding a small box of cool sweet and sour pork tenderloin in his hand.
Golden Retriever Buddy wagging his tail and squatting next to him, eating deliciously.
"Lynn, Buddy likes to eat this very much."
John looked at the lunch box that had been licked clean, raised his head and smiled at Lynn, "Next time we go to the kitchen, can we make more and bring it back?"
"As long as you're willing to cut the meat, of course."
Lynn put down the book and looked at the clock on the wall, "But it's getting late now. Go wash your hands and get ready for bed. Tomorrow we have to take Annie and the others outdoors Lawn get on Physical Training."
John stood up obediently and went to the bathroom to wash off the oil stains on his hands.
When he wiped his hands and walked out, he suddenly stopped.
The boy turned his head, Azure's eyes looked towards the night sky outside the Manor floor-to-ceiling window.
The night wind seems to be a little stronger tonight, making the leaves in the yard rustle.
In his Super Hearing, in addition to the sound of wind and insects, there seemed to be a subtle, strange sound in the night sky, like paper flapping in the air.
Not only that.
John tilted his head slightly.
His hearing crossed the tall courtyard wall and locked onto Lawn outside the Manor.
There were six very slight heartbeats there.
These people had gone through rigorous training, their breathing was long, their footsteps almost stepped on the grass without making any sound, and they were using the cover of night to move toward all the blind spots in the villa.
The smile on John's face slowly disappeared.
He didn't know where these sneaky rats came from, but he knew that if these people broke Manor's glass or made Lawn messy, Lynn would definitely be very unhappy when he saw it tomorrow morning.