Solomon raised an eyebrow and understood at once.
Ashley clearly still didn't know Homelander had punched him to death, which was why she had sent him a meeting notice as usual.
As for the reason for this meeting, he could have guessed it with his toes. It was most likely about Hughie and the others.
Wasn't this an opportunity delivered right to his door?
He really couldn't beat Homelander right now, but couldn't he still piss him off?
Homelander could kill him again if he had the guts!
As long as his head wasn't blown to pieces, he could slowly heal himself. Even if this clone really died, he had other clones waiting to take over. He had nothing to fear!
Just you wait, Homelander!
He casually closed Ashley's text, swiped across the screen, and called Butcher.
The call connected almost immediately, and Butcher's hearty laughter instantly came through the receiver.
"Oi, Solomon! You're fucking incredible! You actually got Homelander out of there! You should've seen Hughie, the bloody coward. His legs went weak with fear just now, and now he's practically ready to get on his knees and lick you!"
No sooner had he finished than Hughie's exasperated protests drifted faintly down the line, tinged with embarrassment.
"What?! Butcher! What are you talking about?!"
Solomon rolled his eyes hard, his voice full of derision as he cut off their bickering.
"You're certainly happy. Have you even thought about where you're going to run next? You've been completely exposed. Why didn't you take the chance to kill that fake Ezekiel and get rid of the problem for good?"
Hearing this, Butcher nearly threw his phone in anger. Wishing he could stick his middle finger through the screen right in front of Solomon's face, he swore through gritted teeth:
"Fuck you,