Homelander shook his head slightly and gave a self-mocking smile. "Playing the good guy really is fucking exhausting."
The meeting room was so quiet they could have heard a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were on him. Ashley secretly swallowed and edged back a few steps.
The hope that had just risen in Carl's heart instantly hit rock bottom. She instinctively shifted backward. "Mr. Homelander... wh-what do you mean?"
Homelander did not answer. He took out his phone and fiddled with it, head lowered, apparently looking for a particular function. A moment later, he turned to Ashley. "Ashley."
"Sir!" Ashley straightened her back.
"Please help me record a video. Thank you," Homelander said with a polite smile.
Ashley froze briefly, but she was not fooled by his demeanor. She hurriedly handed the phone over with both hands.
No one knew what Homelander intended to do. Of course, none of them dared ask, either-except Soldier Boy.
Watching Homelander's baffling actions, Soldier Boy could not help saying, "You need to record yourself killing someone? Are you fucking sick?"
"I promised Ryan I'd teach him how to handle things like this," Homelander said as though discussing something utterly trivial.
"Unfortunately, he's with that stupid woman Becca right now, so he can't witness my righteous judgment in person. That's why I need to make a video for him."
Homelander placed heavy emphasis on the word "righteous," his expression full of conviction.
He truly believed he was on the side of justice...
Ashley was utterly dazed. Her legs had begun to tremble, as though she, too, were a participant in the murder about to take place.
Watching this unfold, Carl felt cold sweat rolling down her forehead. Things seemed to be heading in the direction she feared most.
"Mr. Homelander, didn't you say you'd let me