After hearing everything, Homelander remained silent for a long time, like a statue. He had never expected things to reach this point.
Back when A-Train had been shipping large quantities of Compound out, everything had been stable.
Even then, he had known something would go wrong sooner or later. Had it happened before, it would actually have been a good thing for him.
After all, the appearance of a whole horde of supervillains would only have lent more weight to the name "Homelander."
But why did it have to happen now?
Why after his father had appeared? And why after he had decided he wanted to be a real superhero?
Homelander clenched his fists and pressed his lips tightly together, regret filling his heart.
"Where's Raymond?" he asked.
Luther hurriedly said, "He left for New York with the other Supes from the Gray River Gang fifteen minutes ago. They wanted to do something big."
Homelander's breath caught.
It was too late. According to Luther, one of them had the power to teleport through space. Fifteen minutes was more than enough to reach New York.
They were probably already causing trouble.
Almost instinctively, he wanted to fly straight back to New York, intervene, and stop them before Soldier Boy found out, salvaging the situation.
But just then, the burly man leaned against the doorframe. The hellish scene finally broke him, and an inhuman scream of terror escaped his mouth.
"Don't kill me! Please, I... I don't know anything." The burly man babbled as though he had lost his mind.
Homelander forcibly halted his takeoff and glanced at the burly man.
There's still a little unfinished business. Maybe it'll only take two or three minutes? At this point, a few minutes won't make any difference to me.
For the moment, he abandoned