The Deep trembled as he slowly sat down, his eyes fixed on Homelander.
He kept feeling that the heat rays flowing through those scarlet eyes would pierce his head the next second. The psychological pressure was immense.
Homelander walked very slowly. With every step closer, The Deep's heart beat faster, and breathing grew harder.
His throat felt as though it had been filled with seawater, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Homelander did not choose to kill him immediately. He merely scrutinized him with the gaze one might give an object.
Whether The Deep qualified as a person in his mind remained unknown, but he was certainly a special kind of property called a superhero.
"What was it you were saying in the bathroom just now?" Homelander's voice was very soft.
The conference room was eerily quiet.
A-Train swallowed and secretly shifted his chair a little farther from The Deep, terrified that The Deep's blood might splash onto his face the next second, or that he might get caught in Homelander's Heat Vision.
The others also watched Homelander nervously. They did not know what had happened to make him so angry. But seeing the state The Deep was in, they could more or less guess.
Only Stormfront remained casual. Seeing everyone else frozen in fear, not daring to say a word, she found it rather funny.
Homelander alone could scare these superheroes this badly?
By the look of things, only The Deep would die at most. No big deal. Still, The Deep was a white supe. That was a bit of a shame.
Looks like Grandma Stormfront would have to lighten the mood.
"Whoa, what's wrong with you all?" Stormfront cleared her throat.
Homelander turned to look at her.
Those scarlet eyes met Stormfront's, and she instantly sensed the