…
Although Maeve had initially resisted Leon's blunt, no-nonsense approach, once she personally experienced just how overwhelming his physical prowess was, she willingly threw caution to the wind.
Because compared to Leon—
That overgrown man-child Homelander couldn't even measure up to one of his fingers.
…
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone rapped on Leon's door.
"Come in. It's unlocked."
Creak—
Butcher pushed the door open.
The countless peach pits scattered across the floor made his eyelids twitch violently.
What the hell? Was he starving to death? If he was hungry, why not just order takeaway? Why the hell was he gnawing through this many peaches??
And where did he even get a whole crate of them?!
Butcher stood there, utterly baffled.
During his "fight" with Maeve, Leon had signed in and received a full crate of system-produced, pre-washed honey peaches. Soft and silky, bursting with juice, sweet without a hint of bitterness—each bite slid down so smoothly it was like eating like a man starving for days and eating ginseng fruit.
Operating under the principle of "free peaches are best peaches," Leon had demolished the entire crate in a single day.
Maeve had shared the bounty—eating so many that she nearly threw up. For the foreseeable future, she probably never wanted to hear the words "honey peach" again.
After all—
Even the best delicacy becomes unbearable in excess.
"What is it?" Leon asked casually.
After getting out of bed, he didn't bother hiding anything—pulling on his Ultra-Elastic Fiber Undergarment and then his Soldier Boy Suit right in front of Butcher.
"Shit!"
"Couldn't you put clothes on first?"
Butcher instinctively cursed and quickly turned around, but the image he'd just seen was already burned into his mind. He suspected he'd never forget it.
That was a human being?!
"Butcher," Leon said evenly, "I don't like repeating myself."
The flat tone alone made Butcher feel like a python was tightening around his chest. He immediately got to the point.
"I've got everything on Crimson Countess. We can move anytime."
"Then what are we waiting for? Take me to that ungrateful bitch."
After Maeve—
It was time for business.
Leon would act in full Soldier Boy mode. He'd never forgotten that almost all his power came from the System.
Without it, he'd just be a rich, handsome nobody.
He had a very clear understanding of himself.
…
Late at night—
Crimson Countess was livestreaming from her cheap rented cabin, catering to her 779th VIP subscriber in a private paid session.
Ever since Payback disbanded, she'd been relying on her enhanced physiology to perform niche, fetish-oriented acts for certain clients in order to make ends meet.
Soon—
Under the urging of VIP #779, she opened a package he'd specially mailed for tonight's show and took out a mysterious prop.
On the other side of the screen, he was already growing impatient.
Outside the window—
Leon, who had been freeloading on the paid livestream for a while, suddenly turned to Butcher beside him.
"Want to make a bet?"
"What's the wager?"
"If I lose, I'll take out one more person for you. If you lose, you get me some Compound V."
"Deal."
With that settled, they fell silent and began counting seriously.
After a short while—
"So how do we score that?" Butcher asked.
Leon shrugged. "For now, you win."
"For now?"
Butcher raised a brow—
But Leon had already smashed the door lock apart with his shield and walked straight into the "Crimson Countess Funhouse."
"What the fuck?!"
"You're—oh my God. Is it really you?!"
Crimson Countess twisted around on the bed and froze when she saw Leon. Her face drained of color as if she'd seen a ghost. She scrambled desperately to escape, but panic made her movements clumsy.
"Oi, sweetheart," Butcher drawled as he followed Leon inside, "there's no God here. Just the Reaper."
With a grin, he immediately fired twin bursts of Heat Vision, destroying her streaming equipment.
To cooperate with Leon's operation, Butcher had injected another dose of Temp V.
[Query: Would you like to perform today's Daily Sign-In?]
"System, sign the hell in."
[Ding. Daily Sign-In complete. Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: 'Crimson Countess' Complete QQ Prop Collection.']
[Description: If you can imagine it, she owns it.]
"Fuck you!"
Leon cursed furiously. What kind of useless garbage reward was this?
"Leon, listen to me—ah! Let go! You bastard! What are you doing?! You have no idea how terrifying he is!"
Crimson Countess's voice shook with fear as she tried to leap toward the window—but Butcher anticipated it and slammed her head down.
"She's all yours, Boss," Butcher said with a wicked grin.
"Countess," Leon said coldly as he stepped forward, taking hold of her head, "you've really disappointed me."
"No! Don't! You devil!"
She begged frantically, but Leon didn't spare her another glance.
His eyes flared—
A fully charged burst of Golden Heat Vision lanced forward, piercing straight through.
Silence followed.
Leon's lips curled into that disarmingly bright smile as he turned to Butcher.
"Now it's like this—you won. But I didn't lose."
"And the wager?"
"I'll eliminate one more for you. You get me Compound V. We both walk away with a bright future."
"Deal."
Butcher couldn't have been more satisfied.
Now—
Even the head-popper finally had a solution.
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