In the communal lounge on the 30th Floor of Vought Tower, the Mutants gathered in small groups, quietly discussing the worldview-shattering scenes from that day's meeting. The discussion showed no sign of cooling, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock and envy.
"That was incredible! The Seven are ridiculously strong! Mr. A-Train crushed all those powerful enemies in an instant and completely suppressed Shaw and his people without breaking a sweat!"
"It's just a shame my talent is so mediocre. I don't even qualify to become one of Vought's contracted heroes. Otherwise, I'd do everything I could to join the Seven and fight alongside someone as powerful as Mr. A-Train!"
"I'm so jealous of talented people like you, Anqi. Keep honing your abilities, and you might actually make it into the Seven someday and work alongside the very best."
"Compared to Mr. A-Train, I think Boss is the truly unfathomable one! You all saw it just now, right? The moment Boss appeared, even someone as powerful as A-Train dropped all his arrogance, bowed his head respectfully, and didn't dare say a single unnecessary word. If you ask me, Boss is definitely far stronger than A-Train. He's a true top-tier powerhouse who stands above everyone!"
"Of course he is! How arrogant were Shaw and that woman working for him just now? Yet a single glance from Boss left them both badly injured and coughing up blood. Just thinking about that kind of unimaginable power makes my scalp crawl!"
"And that final scene where he repaired the table was a miracle! The entire tabletop had shattered and collapsed. It was clearly completely destroyed, yet Boss restored it in an instant, as good as new. That ability is simply beyond our understanding!"
Everyone talked over one another, their discussions unceasing, their hearts filled