"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Hello, this is the Vought International News Center."
"Celeste, get me through to Vice President Madelyn Stillwell immediately, there's no time to explain!"
"Liam Holt? What are you doing?"
"Hurry up! I'm at the 'House of Superman' press conference right now, Homelander and Superman are facing off in the air, I need to go live immediately!!"
"Wait!"
Celeste from the Vought International News Department was in a panic, notifying Madelyn without a moment's delay.
A few minutes later, the regularly scheduled program on the Vought International News channel was cut, and a somewhat blurry, shaky, yet incredibly real feed was switched in.
'Click—'
Madelyn rushed in with hurried steps, pushing open the door. Following behind her was the African-American CEO Stan Edgar, who worked on the 82nd floor and rarely made appearances.
At this moment, both were staring intently at the large screen, where two figures with vastly different auras stood in mid-air, causing everyone to hold their breath.
Madelyn murmured: "John is being too impulsive."
"If he weren't impulsive, he wouldn't be Homelander."
Edgar had great confidence in Vought International's ace; regardless of the outcome, they were in an invincible position.
The African-American CEO was calmer than Madelyn. He lit a cigar and stared at the screen: "It's good to let him confirm whether Superman is an ally or an enemy."
Man proposes, God disposes. Judging by Superman's past behavior, he didn't seem like the arrogant or domineering type, so perhaps they could be a bit bolder with their probing...
As soon as he finished speaking, the two figures on screen seemed to flicker.
Then.
The wind howled.
"Ah~~!!"
"Good heavens..."
Exclamations from the scene could be heard on the screen. The person holding the camera seemed to be struggling to maintain balance, and the live broadcast feed couldn't help but shake violently.
What happened?
Did Homelander and Superman actually start fighting?!
The ratings for the Vought International News channel had been climbing since just a moment ago, and at this instant, they had reached an unprecedented level!
Shawn had sensed Homelander's presence several kilometers before he arrived at the town. The guy didn't care about anything, flying at full speed; the roaring sound of his wake was like an angry lion's roar, making it hard not to notice.
Shawn wasn't surprised that he would come.
This press conference was prepared for both Superman and Homelander.
Vought International had been planting more and more superhumans in Texas, both openly and covertly. They were becoming excessively dense, to the point where it was seriously affecting Superman's ability to move around.
Black Noir's sneaky lurking outside the 'House of Superman' was even worse; any fool could guess what he was trying to do.
Wasn't it appropriate to send a little brother to beat him up?
As a member of the dignified 'The Seven', what was there to say if he was outmatched in skill?
It was lucky he hadn't taken his life!
It's just that there was one thing Shawn hadn't expected: Homelander's patience was even shorter than anticipated.
He arrived quickly and acted very arrogantly, as if he had no intention of talking at all.
Hmm, did it give Shawn the illusion that he wanted to tear him in half upon their first meeting?
Below.
"Oh, my god! From this angle, their butts look so sexy~!"
"Shh~ shut up! They can hear you!"
"I'm not afraid even if they hear, I just want to sleep with them!"
"Together."
Some hot-blooded and bold female reporters, along with the women in the crowd, had glowing eyes and had already started biting their lips.
If they could get either of the men in the sky, even just once, it would be enough to brag about for a lifetime.
It made the men nearby feel sour inside.
"You women are really crazy, these are Superman and Homelander!"
"Please learn some reverence; they could crush you with a single finger!"
"Don't slander them! They are gentlemen, they wouldn't do that~~"
"Look, they seem to be saying something..."
"I got it on camera, quick! Mr. Holt, help me adjust the angle..."
"Coming, yes, just like that! Get a good shot! We're going to be rich!!"
Wearing a duckbill cap and hidden in the crowd, Vought International news reporter Liam Holt was ecstatic. He called out to his companions, making calls to headquarters while operating the equipment to film frantically.
This time, it wasn't the usual, generic material, but a live broadcast of Homelander and Superman!
He already had a premonition that he was about to hit the big time!
Homelander was very angry right now. He suppressed his rage, his gaze locked firmly onto the blue-clad, red-caped figure opposite him, while the other party was completely unfazed, meeting his eyes calmly.
That handsome face was somewhat familiar, but Homelander was certain he had never seen it before.
Some ordinary superhuman who popped out from who knows where?!
'He's not afraid of me?'
'Who does Superman think he is?!'
Almost the instant their eyes met, Homelander nearly lost his mind.
He really wanted to disregard everything, rip out Superman's intestines, or at the very least, give him a brutal beating.
But he couldn't.
There were spectators at the scene, though they couldn't see much due to the height.
"Hehehe~!"
Homelander tried hard to maintain his composure, forcing a smile at Superman: "Young man, nice outfit. If it weren't for the'S' icon on your chest, people would definitely think I was the one standing there."
He remembered Madelyn's instructions to gather as much information about Superman as possible, especially to determine if they could be friends, but condescending to show friendliness to Superman was clearly too difficult for him.
Sigh, Homelander must be holding back with such difficulty, right?
Shawn felt a bit of emotion. He sensed the other's heartbeat accelerating slightly; it wasn't due to exercise, nor was it because of fear—that was the manifestation of suppressed rage.
His blue eyes stared straight at Homelander, and he said: "Is this the reason you've been looking for me?"
Homelander tilted his head.
"You shouldn't have hurt Black Noir."
He put his hands behind his back, his voice carrying a sense of authority, as if he had insight into something. He said: "This makes Vought International, and especially me, lose face..."
As he spoke, he started laughing neurotically again, his cold gaze fixed on Shawn: "Do you know what the consequences are for angering Homelander?"
Whoa!
I've been threatened by Homelander.
To be cautious, Shawn re-evaluated the other's power level, and the result was the same as it had been over half a year ago.
In other words, Homelander had made no progress, and Shawn guessed that Homelander might find it difficult to make any progress in the future, unless he took the first-generation compound v.
His ceiling was merely the starting point for Shawn.
Regarding this meeting, Shawn couldn't find a reason to be nervous; the threat from the other side put no pressure on him.
"It seems you were in a hurry; at least you haven't seen Black Noir. Also, one more question: what are the consequences? Mr. Homelander?"
Shawn spread his hands, revealing a sincere, Superman-brand smile, and shrugged: "Like a child who wants a toy but doesn't want to pay, and after being taught a lesson, lost face and ran over here to threaten me?"
"Hmph, no one can lie to me."
Homelander's face went completely cold, and his fists behind his back clenched tightly, "Superman, I gave you a chance. You know Vought is looking for you, but you hid in the shadows and didn't dare to show your face."
"Is Vought the world police of the superhuman world? Just because you're looking for me, I have to appear?"
Shawn scoffed and slowly shook his head: "Even if it were the world police, they couldn't control me, Superman. I do whatever I want!"
"Fuck!!"
Homelander was furious. Somehow, he felt that this line should have been said by him for it to be more appropriate; Superman wasn't worthy of it.
No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, Homelander.
He decided to teach Superman a lesson.
'Wait...'
Homelander was preparing to launch a sneak attack, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.
His sensory abilities, when focused on Superman, had completely failed?!
Ten meters of distance.
He couldn't hear Superman's heartbeat, couldn't sense Superman's heat breath, couldn't smell Superman's scent, and couldn't even see through his skin!
If Homelander were to close his eyes right now, he wouldn't even be able to determine if there was such a 'creature' as Superman ten meters away!
"Could it be that Superman's power is even greater than mine?!?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!!!"
Homelander was initially stunned and uncertain, but as he realized what it meant, he became completely enraged: "I am the strongest, I am omnipotent!"
Facing Homelander, who was suddenly throwing a tantrum and roaring.
Shawn chuckled and curled his fingers: "What, do you feel like you can't take me down?"
"Just a laughable concealment ability; I will make you regret this!"
Homelander didn't hesitate any longer. Like a teleportation, he arrived in front of Superman in an instant, swung his heavy fist, and struck hard at him.
'Boom—!!!'
The two red and blue figures collided like meteors, and the airwave instantly shattered the glass of the buildings below.
"Ah~~~~!!"
The press conference scene below was in a mess, with people toppled over. This was only because the two were at a sufficient height; otherwise, the destructive power would have been even greater.
Shawn steadily caught Homelander's sneak attack.
Finally, he had faced off against him.
This old guy loved doing things like this. If you put aside his basic abilities, his movements were not only inelegant but also had a hint of street fighting style.
It was truly hard not to laugh.
Shawn gripped the other's fist and couldn't help but mock: "Is that all the strength you have? Didn't you eat?"
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