Endless regret instantly engulfed Edgar. He wanted to raise his hand and give himself a resounding slap.
The encirclement he had thought so clever now seemed utterly idiotic. He had personally nurtured a peerless beast that no one could stop.
He had already offended Solomon beyond all reconciliation. The enmity between them was irreconcilable, and only one of them was destined to survive.
His thoughts raced as his fingers kept tapping the desk, trying to find a way out of this desperate situation.
The most urgent task now was not to confront Solomon head-on, but to restrict his growth and cut off his path of harvesting completely!
At that thought, a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.
Homelander was arrogant, conceited, and extremely obsessive. What he feared most and could least tolerate was someone whose talent and strength surpassed his own.
Solomon's meteoric rise had already struck Homelander's sorest nerve.
With just a little guidance, Edgar would not need to act himself. Homelander, consumed by fear, would surely stop at nothing to snuff Solomon out personally.
His mind made up, Edgar abruptly rose, hurried to fetch a phone, and decisively dialed Homelander's private line.
The instant the call connected, he got straight to the point in a steady voice.
"Homelander? We need to talk!"
Homelander's loud, mocking laughter immediately came through the receiver, laden with undisguised derision.
"Hahaha, well, if it isn't Edgar! What's this? You actually have the guts to call me?"
Faced with his mockery, Edgar remained composed and went straight to the heart of the matter in an even tone.
"I've uncovered everything about JS. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say, and remember it well. If you still want to keep your position as the world's strongest Supe, don't miss a single word."
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