The Boys: Viltrumite Evolution Panel

Soldier Boy lunged forward, clutching Homelander’s cape in a death grip.

"I’ll teach you to wear this rag! It’s bad luck just looking at it!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Soldier Boy grabbed the cape, swung his arm wide, and treated Homelander like a tattered sack...

Slamming him hard against the ground!

Once!

Twice!

Three times!

Sledgehammer! Jackhammer!

Homelander didn’t react in time, left dizzy and disoriented by the slamming.

"Are you fucking asking for death?!"

Two beams of red light shot from his eyes, firing directly at Soldier Boy!

Soldier Boy raised his shield, taking the impact head-on, and stepped toward Homelander step by step.

"Sss—!!"

The Heat Vision was heating up the shield.

Soldier Boy endured the high temperature and slammed a fist into Homelander’s face, knocking his head to the side, causing the Heat Vision to instantly slice through half the conference room.

The two top Supes on Earth began to brawl with no holds barred.

Every blow landed with flesh-tearing force.

Every collision was accompanied by a terrifying roar, and the entire building seemed to tremble.

Meanwhile, Clara, who had been tossed aside by Homelander, was coughing violently while clutching her throat like a dying dog.

When she saw what was happening before her, she was stunned.

Wait, why is Soldier Boy fighting Homelander?

"Stop!"

Clara scrambled to her feet and rushed over.

"Both of you, stop it!"

She tried to grab Homelander, but he was too worked up, and as for Soldier Boy... he was impossible to hold back.

"John! Benjamin! You, you need to stop fighting!!!"

Stormfront was practically turning into a typical housewife.

Watching the father and son beating each other, she was completely helpless.

...

Upstairs.

Lucas was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a bucket of popcorn.

"Boss, I think we’ve already watched this episode."

Jordan felt the tremors from below and was a bit terrified.

Soldier Boy and Homelander seemed to be fighting, but the Boss wasn’t doing anything, just watching TV.

"If we’ve watched it, just switch to the next episode!" Cate accepted it quickly.

She was already blindly obedient to Lucas.

As for Lucas, his X-ray vision pierced through the floor, turning the duel between Soldier Boy and Homelander into a live broadcast.

"Crunch, crunch."

He chewed his popcorn, watching with great interest.

"Oh, that was a nice throw!"

"Homelander, why aren’t you fighting back? Getting swung around by your own father, aren’t you embarrassed?"

"How old are you, and you’re still getting beaten up by your dad!"

Beside him, Cate pricked up her ears.

"Holy... Soldier Boy and Homelander are father and son?" She said in disbelief.

"That’s a secret, don’t leak it!" Lucas said casually.

"John is Soldier Boy’s seed, though it wasn’t a natural birth. Homelander is a lab product, but neither of these guys knows it."

"And Soldier Boy likes Clara?" Jordan asked, looking like a gossip.

"Yes."

"And then Clara ended up with Homelander!" Cate’s face was full of surprise.

This is... way too exciting!!

The two gossipers only regretted that they didn’t have X-ray vision.

"Guardian, Guardian, hurry up and give us a play-by-play, how’s the fight going?" Cate pestered Lucas, full of gossipy excitement.

"Oh, right now Soldier Boy is beating up his son for his old flame!"

"And the son, for the sake of his dignity, wants to kill his father!"

"It’s raining so hard over on Clara’s side!"

"Hey, what do you think if we adapted this into a script? A father and son falling for the same woman—would it have a chance at an Oscar?"

Cate thought about it carefully.

"It should win awards, but maybe not an Oscar; that depends on their acting."

"There’s no acting there, it’s all genuine intent to kill each other."

Lucas shook his head.

"Boom!!"

Another loud bang.

The entire Vought Tower seemed to shake along with it.

Lucas narrowed his eyes.

Brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant.

As for what Vought Tower will look like after being smashed...

It doesn’t matter!

Anyway, the old guard is paying. He hasn’t treated that group yet; once everyone’s 100 billion arrives, he’ll go and fleece them again.

It’s just pocket change!

The conference room had long been razed to the ground.

The two Supes were blinded by rage, neither able to overcome the other.

Soldier Boy’s defense was astonishing; the Heat Vision hit his shield, melting a hole, but couldn’t destroy it.

Homelander was fast, his individual combat power slightly holding the upper hand.

However, whenever Soldier Boy revealed his chest cannon, he would subconsciously dodge, sensing he couldn’t withstand that thing.

By the end of the fight, they were evenly matched.

"Listen to me! Stop! Both of you, stop! Don’t fight anymore!"

But the two men, blinded by rage, ignored her completely.

Clara was extremely anxious; if this fight continued, everything she had painstakingly built would be buried along with this building.

Under pressure, she finally made a decision.

Especially when Homelander once again pinned Soldier Boy to the ground and raised his fist.

She screamed with all her might.

"Stop!!!"

"He is your father, John!"

"You are his seed!"

The conference room fell into sudden silence.

Homelander’s fist froze in mid-air, and Soldier Boy’s eyes widened with an expression of "what kind of bullshit are you talking about."

Both of their minds went blank simultaneously.

"What did you say?"

Soldier Boy kicked Homelander away, finding it hard to believe.

This blonde piece of trash is his son?

Clara panted, saying every word clearly: "Homelander... John, he isn’t an ordinary test subject. Vought used your genes; he was cultivated from your sperm!"

"He is your biological son!"

The air suddenly became scorching.

Homelander was completely dumbfounded, having been kicked away by Soldier Boy without even time to react.

"Bullshit!"

Soldier Boy looked disbelieving: "Clara, don’t you fucking spout nonsense here!"

"I would have a softy son like this? Don’t try to fool me with that ghost story!"

His tone was very resistant, as if admitting Homelander was his son made him feel deeply ashamed.

Homelander’s reaction was even more intense.

He pointed fiercely at Clara, his eyes blood-red, Heat Vision almost erupting.

"If you spout nonsense again, I’ll rip your skull right off and let everyone see what kind of shit is inside the brain of an old Nazi bitch like you!"

Make him admit he is Soldier Boy’s son? In his dreams!

This guy had just grabbed his cape and swung him around like a sack.

He, Homelander, is unique and the most perfect existence; how could he possibly have been born from this old thing!

"Softy?"

Homelander’s temper flared up instantly.

Soldier Boy wouldn’t back down either; he wasn’t a nice guy.

"Who the fuck are you calling an old thing, you blonde bastard parading around wearing a curtain!"

"When I was on the battlefield back in the day, mowing down Nazis with a machine gun, you were still just a pile of sticky goo in a petri dish!"

"With that cowardly look of yours, you deserve to be my seed? I think you’ve got your mother’s sissy stench in your genes!"

"Who are you calling a sissy!" Homelander trembled with rage.

"You out-of-date old thing that crawled out of a grave, you don’t even know how to use a smartphone, yet you dare to act tough in front of me? Do you know what Google Maps is? Do you know what shared bikes are? Have you ever had Mixue Ice Cream & Tea!"

"I’ve taken Ryan to have it; everything you missed out on, I’ve made up for with Ryan!"

"And with that pathetic ability of yours, if it weren’t for the Russians upgrading you, you wouldn’t even be fit to carry my shoes now!"

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