Faced with Solomon's public challenge, Edgar remained composed and calm, showing not a trace of panic.
He did not fear even Homelander, the strongest man alive, so naturally, he would not be easily intimidated by a Supe who had only just entered the game.
He raised his eyes to meet Solomon's gaze, his even tone carrying a measure of scrutiny and disdain.
"So you're JS? Madelyn mentioned you before she died. Unknown origins, no background. Without Homelander's protection, you wouldn't even qualify to join the Seven."
A faint, amused smile curled Solomon's lips as understanding settled in his mind.
Apparently, Edgar was used to treating everyone like Homelander-someone he could control and keep in check. He thought pressure from his authority and a few verbal warnings would let him manipulate Solomon however he pleased.
Unfortunately, he had miscalculated.
Solomon raised a hand and gently patted Edgar's shoulder, then shifted his feet and circled behind him.
His palm quietly settled over Edgar's neck, his fingers curling slightly as the pressure slowly increased.
His warm palm rested against the skin of Edgar's neck, yet carried the bone-chilling cold of death.
"You don't really think I'm like Homelander, do you? That a few words and a little leverage would let you keep me in check and push me around?"
Solomon leaned down, lowering his voice to whisper beside Edgar's ear, his tone languid but thick with murderous intent.
"The most important thing in life is knowing your place. All it would take is a little pressure, and I could snap your neck in an instant, putting an end to all your power and schemes. What would all your so-called assets and confidence amount to then?"
Edgar's entire body abruptly stiffened, a piercing chill instantly sweeping through every limb.
He could clearly feel the