The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

The training continued for a month straight.

During the day, Lucas ravaged the two Supes in a hellish manner.

Jordan almost always wanted to take off its clothes, but Lucas had no interest in it.

Jordan could only place its hopes on Cate Dunlap; hearing that Guardian had a thing for blondes, it wanted Cate Dunlap to make a sacrifice.

Cate Dunlap didn’t have any objections, but Lucas’s mind was full of muscles; he only had the desire to train them to death and turned a blind eye to temptation.

What a sigma male!

At night.

Lucas continued to partner with Maeve to fight Supe crime.

Not just in Brooklyn, but Supe crime across all of New York dropped sharply during this period.

On social media, Maeve’s popularity continued to soar.

Her declining approval rating had now reached an all-time high.

And that interview video that could overturn the values of the people of America had still not been released.

The reporter, Steven, was still waiting for the prize pool to accumulate.

After the night training ended.

One in the morning.

Starlight didn’t come back today; she was on a business trip on the other side of the city.

Maeve sent a matching message.

"Are you busy?"

Lucas arrived at Maeve’s doorstep in a second; the Queen had left the door unlocked for him.

He opened the door and went in.

The Queen was wrapped in a bath towel, standing fresh and radiant before Lucas, then voluntarily threw the towel onto the floor.

"Do you want to battle?"

The Queen beckoned, initiating this war.

On the windowsill, Maeve howled at the moon.

...

During this time, Homelander came to find him once.

On the rooftop.

Lucas wore sunglasses, covering half his face.

He held a bucket of popcorn in his hand, using his super vision to watch the interesting scenery of the entire city.

For example, the Supe Association was secretly hosting an orgy.

A female Supe who could split herself was entertaining different Supes at the same time.

There was a second-tier superhero named Termite, who was playing an exploration adventure with his boyfriend.

These gays play the hardest.

And... The Deep.

This kid was still enjoying the octopus suction cups.

The life of the invincible is just this simple and unadorned.

Until Homelander arrived.

His expression... was a forced smile, forced to perform.

"How is the matter with Ryan progressing?" Lucas didn’t take off his sunglasses.

"Very well!"

Homelander’s tone feigned lightness.

"Ryan and I are getting along very well. He likes me a lot. We went on the drop tower together, and he was very happy..."

"Stop!"

Lucas took off his sunglasses.

"Your heart rate is as fast as if you’re at a rave!"

Homelander’s shoulders slumped.

His face was full of the defeat of a loser.

"I... pushed him off the roof."

Lucas was not surprised by this at all.

"He can fly. I can feel it. That’s how I awakened when I was a child..."

Homelander hurriedly explained.

"So, the kid was knocked unconscious by your fatherly love on the spot?"

"...No... Alright... He did pass out."

Homelander shrugged, "Then the kid cried. I coaxed him for almost an hour, and I still haven’t managed to comfort him."

"Serves you right!"

Lucas continued to watch the lives of everyone.

Homelander lowered his head, his lips moving mutely.

"So... can you teach me?"

"Fuck off."

"I’m serious."

"John, I’m happy you came to find me, but your attitude when asking for help doesn’t sit well with me. You don’t even want to call me Godfather!"

Homelander: "..."

Lucas didn’t speak after that and just stood there with his hands behind his back.

Homelander stood on the side like a child who had made a mistake, not saying a word.

If it were anyone else, daring to make Homelander wait like this, they would have long been sliced into pieces by Heat Vision.

But when Lucas scolded him, Homelander could just endure it, and there was even a... strange sense of comfort?

From Homelander’s perspective, a normal friendship should be like this: if you do something wrong, a friend will scold you and point out your problems.

He was surrounded by sycophants and dim-witted villains; hypocritical praise was not as good as a hearty scolding.

Even though Lucas’s mouth was truly filthy!

"...Then what should I do?"

After a long while, Homelander asked in a low voice.

He even stole a glance at Lucas’s expression.

"Kids hold grudges, but they are also easy to coax. Bring a gift, go to his house and apologize sincerely, tell him you were wrong, that you shouldn’t have done that, and let Guardian play with you in the future."

Homelander’s expression was very conflicted, "I am his father. A father apologizing to his son?"

"So what? If you can’t even apologize, you’re just a wimp, a sissy!"

Lucas was merciless.

"Then... what kind of gift should I buy?"

"How the hell would I know? Ryan isn’t my son. I can’t just go and fuck Becca, let her give birth to one for me, and then guide you on the spot!"

Homelander waved his hands repeatedly.

"Brother, your language system is becoming more and more explosive. Becca is my child’s mother, after all!"

Lucas glanced at Homelander, "My brother, you are truly a master of playing dumb! That is someone else’s wife. If she weren’t locked up by Vought, I suspect if she went out to buy a ham, she would run into seven or eight people who have fucked her!"

Homelander couldn’t quite stand Guardian; the other guy’s mouth was like it was dipped in poison.

He had never seen such a capable troll.

Compared to Guardian, the words of those haters on the internet seemed exceptionally gentle and cute.

Homelander had originally wanted to crawl through the internet cables and roast the people who scolded him into charcoal.

But now!

All the internet trolls in America combined were not as soul-shaking as three sentences from Lucas.

"Forget it, I’ll figure it out myself." Homelander flew away directly.

Seven minutes later.

He arrived at a toy store.

"Kids, just buy two action figures and they’ll be coaxed, right?" Homelander thought to himself.

Then he brought a Homelander action figure and a Guardian action figure, and returned to Becca’s house.

Ryan was still throwing a tantrum and refused to come out to see him.

It wasn’t until Homelander apologized sincerely that Ryan opened the door.

"Hey! Look what I brought you!"

Homelander took out his own action figure and waved it in front of Ryan.

Ryan just took one look and was uninterested.

"You don’t like it?"

Homelander frowned and had to take out the other action figure.

"Wow, it’s Guardian!!"

Ryan jumped high.

Homelander frowned even deeper.

What’s the deal with my son liking my brother?

Becca leaned against the doorway and said to Homelander, "As for that friend of yours, I would actually prefer if Guardian could teach Ryan, especially when it comes to teaching the child about learning superpowers!"

Homelander: "..."

"Don’t you think about hooking up with my brother!" Homelander suddenly blurted out.

Becca: "??"

After tossing out that sentence, Homelander left, feeling very aggrieved.

Why does no one in the world believe he can play the role of a father well?

No, I must stop Ryan from getting close to Guardian!

With that explosive language system of Guardian, it wouldn’t take long before he corrupted Ryan.

Homelander couldn’t even imagine his own son with a motor mouth, cursing the sky, the earth, and the air... Hiss!

Terrifying!