"So that's it!" Soldier Boy said in sudden realization, finally understanding why the bearded man at the bar had kept pestering Butcher.
He had thought it was because Butcher was just too charming.
But why had the guy tattooed something like that on his back?
Private Angel barely suppressed her laughter and explained, "I sensed it just now. The scars on his back smell like some kind of burn, most likely caused by that milk-loving son of yours. His heat vision is pretty powerful."
Soldier Boy froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing along with her.
Presumably, some unpleasantness had already occurred during Homelander and Butcher's talks today.
After all, Butcher had quite a foul mouth, and Homelander certainly wouldn't have been able to stand it.
But as he laughed, his mood suddenly grew somewhat heavy.
He suddenly realized just how fragile ordinary people were in this world where Supes existed.
That fragility inevitably gave rise to all sorts of helplessness and heartache.
Take Butcher, for example. Such a strong-willed man, yet he had no choice but to bow his head.
In the past, Homelander hadn't given him a chance, so he had been forced to take desperate risks, putting his life on the line and walking a tightrope high above the ground, all to kill Homelander and then take Becca away without any worries.
But once Homelander gave him a chance, he seemed to take it for granted that he should abandon his resistance against Homelander.
Thinking about it carefully, wasn't that a form of compromise too?
Did he hate Homelander? The answer was yes.
Soldier Boy believed that if Butcher had the ability to kill Homelander, he would do it without hesitation.
Unfortunately, throughout the whole affair, Homelander, the Supe, had always held the initiative.
And Butcher,