The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

On the day they returned to the Midtown apartment.

Starlight was wearing her sexy costume to welcome them, and the moment the door opened, Cate’s jaw dropped.

In her eyes, Starlight was America’s sweetheart, pure and lovely; she hadn’t expected her to be so open in private.

Starlight quickly covered herself with her cape and glared at Lucas, "Why did you bring this blonde chick back again?"

"Annie, Cate is just visiting our home, you don’t need to be so hospitable."

Lucas said, looking a bit troubled.

It wasn’t that a threesome wouldn’t work, but since their hair colors were the same, some aesthetic fatigue was inevitable.

"Uh, Guardian, I’ll get going, you two have fun!"

Cate slipped away as if fleeing.

Starlight might also be very strong; after all, a woman without some blessings probably couldn’t withstand a Supe of Guardian’s level.

Hiss! Unimaginable, absolutely unimaginable!

That day, the whole building had another power outage.

This time it affected half the street, and the electrician was dumbfounded.

"Find a Gypsy to come and take a look, this place of yours is too cursed."

"More than a dozen fuses have burned out this month, I think it might be evil spirits at work."

"Don’t forget to invite a Father over!"

The electrician finished replacing the fuses and tripped on his way out. He immediately crossed himself.

"The... Guardian, I feel like my abilities have gotten much stronger lately, I think I can even fly now," Starlight said.

"Is that so? You have to practice this stuff, the more you practice, the stronger you get!"

Starlight’s physical fitness was also constantly being strengthened through repeated practice.

Although she would get a fresh experience every time, it didn’t provide any more Evolution Points.

Lucas wondered if he should come up with some tricks for Cate. After all, Evolution Points were too sweet.

Who wouldn’t want to evolve into a Super Zhou Shuren?

The two of them only fell asleep in the early hours of the morning, and not long after, Ashley’s call came through.

"Mr. Guardian, at two o’clock this afternoon, Vought has arranged an exclusive interview. CNN’s ace host is flying over personally, specifically to target only you."

"Why target me? Give me the files, I’ll make her disappear from the face of the earth."

Ashley checked her call list repeatedly, confirming that she was calling Guardian, not Homelander.

She had an illusion. As Guardian showed off his strength time and time again, he was gradually becoming addicted to being like Homelander.

Before, he claimed to be a partner of justice. Yesterday, he turned into "I am justice" directly.

There is a big difference between these two points.

People have already started targeting Guardian’s statement from yesterday, attacking him from the side, claiming he represents iron-fisted tyranny. The kind that is even more overbearing than Homelander.

Lucas was completely unaware of this; he just intuitively felt that his philtrum had been itchy lately, as if hair was about to grow there.

"Guardian, you misunderstood; it’s not targeting you, but rather an exclusive interview just for you," Ashley corrected her wording.

"Oh, so that’s how it is!"

Lucas scratched his head, not knowing if he hadn’t woken up yet, or if his bloodline enhancement had made him too Viltrumite. After all, the cultural level of the Viltrumite was just like that.

"Not going."

"Uh, this was personally approved by Edgar."

"Fuck Edgar! Tell him exactly what I said." Lucas hung up the phone.

His head had just hit the pillow when he called Ashley back.

"Ashley, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Ashley touched her temple; how did Guardian’s topic jump so fast!

"Oh, never mind, pretend I didn’t ask."

Lucas had just put down the phone. Annie’s eyes on the other side of the pillow were flickering with light, staring straight at him, as if she had retrieved a keyword entry.

"Sleep, let’s sleep." Lucas moved close to her.

"No, I’m exhausted..."

"Burn your little universe, transcend your limits, I believe you can!"

After this battle, Starlight had thoroughly learned her lesson.

On the other side. Ashley hung up the phone and sat in her seat, rubbing her legs. She bit her lip and picked up the phone again.

"Eddie, we’re done, don’t contact me again."

"Why are we breaking up? Because you’re like a damn sissy!"

"Don’t come to Vought to find me, I’m afraid Guardian will misunderstand!"

Ashley put down the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

If it were Guardian, she could completely accept it; he was one of the world’s top Supes, and furthermore, a Supe whom even Edgar didn’t dare to mess with. Such a man was countless times better than the deadbeat man at home.

Two o’clock in the afternoon. Lucas returned to Vought for work. Edgar was giving him way too much.

He had increased Lucas’s compensation tenfold, put him in charge of promoting the Supe Felony Processing Unit, and had even coordinated with the White House, allowing Lucas to carry out cross-border crime-fighting in areas where America had troops stationed.

At the same time, he provided large-scale publicity, ensuring that every action of Guardian would be pushed to all of America’s citizens. And even the whole world.

Vought Tower first-floor studio. Lights, cameras, and teleprompters were all in place.

CNN’s ace host Jessica was already sitting in the host’s chair.

She was one of the highest-rated news hosts in America, having interviewed three presidents, two Nobel Peace Prize winners, and countless celebrities and politicians.

But today, her palms were sweating.

Because this interview wasn’t with a celebrity or politician, but a powerful Supe, whose Heat Vision alone was enough to cause the destructive power of a nuclear weapon. She was about to pee her pants, okay!

But as long as she completed this interview, she believed her career would reach a new peak.

When Lucas walked into the studio, the entire audience, including the host, stood up to welcome him. Not until he calmly sat down did the others dare to sit.

"Mr. Guardian, it is an honor to interview you."

"You’re too kind." Lucas sat casually, crossing his legs.

Jessica sat back in the host’s chair. The live broadcast began.

"Mr. Guardian, first of all, congratulations on successfully killing the terrorist Farid. The whole world is discussing yesterday’s footage. Can you share your feelings at that time with us?"

"Uh, Farid’s toilet wasn’t built very well."

Jessica was stunned for a moment; what did this have to do with the toilet?

"I mean the feelings during the battle. Facing an S-class Supe terrorist, did you feel any pressure?"

"Oh, none."

"Not at all?"

"No, it was just a matter of a hand blade, nothing that complicated."

Jessica’s smile stiffened. This wasn’t right!

According to the traditional script, you should say how difficult the fight was, how both sides traded blows without a clear winner, and that the opponent was even slightly suppressing you, and at the critical moment when you were about to lose...

...your mind recalled your family, recalled the people of America, and your duty to protect the nation’s freedom, and then you exploded with power and killed the opponent.

Your tone shouldn’t be so nonchalant either; you need to shed a few tears, letting everyone see that an iron man also has tenderness.

You... how am I supposed to spin this...