The Deep lay on the floor, convulsing in pain. His voice came in fits and starts, and his consciousness was hazy, but he still knew that punch had nearly killed him.
Ryan was frightened, but Soldier Boy shook out his hand as if nothing had happened and even cursed, "Useless piece of shit. Couldn't even take one punch."
Homelander stood where he was, his gaze moving slowly between Soldier Boy and Ryan.
There were Soldier Boy's teachings, and Ryan didn't want to see The Deep killed by him, either.
So Homelander lowered his head, barely reined in his emotions, and pulled Ryan a step back before putting his hands behind his back. Since Soldier Boy was here, he would leave this to him.
Stormfront gave a soft laugh. How vicious and terrifying had Homelander looked just a moment ago? Now he actually looked like a child with a parent backing him up.
Homelander shot her a displeased look.
What did this stupid woman keep laughing at?
His gaze was somewhat hostile, but this time Stormfront wasn't afraid of him at all, because Soldier Boy was here.
In her mind, as long as Soldier Boy was around, any trouble could be resolved.
Sure enough, Homelander only dared to give Stormfront a fierce warning with his eyes, but anyone watching could sense something furtive about him.
"Yay!" Stormfront waved at Homelander, making a strange, taunting noise.
Homelander's eyelid twitched. Knowing this woman had a close relationship with his father, he felt irritated, but could only sulk, stop looking at her, and shift his attention to The Deep.
The Deep lay on the floor with blurry vision, able to see only a pair of US military combat boots stopping in front of him.
He knew it was Soldier Boy and wanted to beg