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Chapter 569 It's all fate
The explosion and the white beam of energy from the city center startled almost everyone.

"That's the direction of the Water Tower. Things don't look too good."

Franky gazed out the window at the strange sight, muttering to himself, "I've never seen anything like this before. Is it some superhuman trump card Vought has hidden away? A backup for Homelander? Or some high-lethality weapon smuggled back from Russia?"

"Hard to say."

Ma Zhaodi glanced at his phone again, but there were still no messages. He began to doubt the effectiveness of the villain's affinity – this ability to subtly influence people was like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; even he himself didn't know if the water was hot enough.

Although the members of the Black Robe Squad haven't refuted any of his ideas since he awakened this ability, the Shining Radiance members, who were tormented by him, were ultimately willing to assist him, and the CIA didn't conduct any in-depth investigation into him.
Even Wolverine seemed to subconsciously overlook the usefulness of his former friend, Superman. Deep and Invisible, two members of the Seven, were even obedient and did not harbor any ulterior motives or consider betraying this mysterious stranger to the company. Considering Wolverine's status and prestige in their hearts, this was quite a miracle.

However, the effects of this skill are not so immediate, and no one knows whether its true role is to add icing on the cake or to help those in need. Perhaps its impact on those Russians is indeed not that great.

Or perhaps those Russians use two different favorability systems when they're drinking and in their daily lives?

This strange thought popped into Ma Zhaodi's mind, and then he couldn't help but shake his head to put it behind him.

"I'll go see what's going on over there." He put on his coat, got up, and opened the door. "Don't go, stay here. I can manage on my own."

“You always do it all by yourself,” the butcher said coldly. “We’re not ten-year-olds who just cry for milk, and we don’t need you to do all the work.”

I was just thinking about the villain's approachable nature when I ran into a snub from the butcher—though I wasn't sure if he said that because we were too close or because we weren't.

“You can go if you want, but to be honest, you’re already not very safe when you’re drinking with the Russian mafia. They’ll remember your faces and voices, and they might be able to trace you back to them.”

Ma Zhaodi explained, “But you all know my stealth and camouflage skills. If I went alone, I could even order a pizza in the Vought Corporation building, eat it, and walk back.”

Upon hearing this, the butcher immediately recalled what Ma Zhaodi looked like in the Russian mafia—a belly, a big beard, and drinking as if it were water. If he hadn't directly said, "I told you not to come," they really wouldn't have been sure that Saul was Ma Zhaodi in disguise.

It was a perfect disguise, so flawless that no one could find any imperfections—of course, according to Ma Zhaodi's explanation afterward, this was also one of his magical little tricks.

Of course, they now automatically categorize this ability as one of the mysterious Eastern magic methods. In any case, any counterintuitive phenomena that occur to Ma Zhaodi can be summarized in this way, which is much more reasonable than the explanation that "Ma Zhaodi is a composite superpowered individual with three or four or more superpowers".

The butcher waved his hand impatiently: "I'm too lazy to argue with you, you're always right anyway."

Franky and Breastfeeding didn't share the Butcher's frustration. They had just been on a field mission and were quite calm—they realized that with that magical cat and that old, beat-up car around, Ma Zhaodi was really safe.

When Ma Zhaodi arrived at the street just two blocks away from the Waterhouse, the street was in chaos.

"A superhuman killed someone!" "Aaaaaah!"

"Don't block my way!"

Men and women were screaming, the elderly and children were pushing and shoving, and the crowd on the street was in complete chaos, like sardines crammed together, surging in all directions, desperately trying to get away from the scene of the incident.

Fortunately, crime is not uncommon in New York City, and the citizens' escape was surprisingly orderly and skillful. Although their screams were still panicked and their expressions were still desperate, they ran very fast.

Ma Zhaodi checked the time and rode his three-wheeled motorcycle as fast as he could. It had been less than three minutes since the incident, but now it was the last wave of people fleeing.

"I think this New Yorker is a good candidate to immigrate to Gotham."

Subconsciously, Ma Zhaodi sighed and turned his gaze to the spot where the beam of light had burst forth.

A dilapidated building stood there, but it seemed to be on the verge of collapse—an entire corner had disappeared, and large pieces of concrete had fallen from the building, piling up in the corner.

The destructive effect is not like the Homelander's heat vision, whose cuts are as smooth as a mirror. Instead, it's as if that beam of light used the purest and most violent abundant energy to directly smash and shatter the building, leaving it in its current state.

The beam of light was slightly tilted just now; otherwise, this building would definitely have collapsed by now.

"Who the hell did this?" After instructing the cat to go inside and rescue the people who were still alive, Ma Zhaodi frowned and looked at the pile of rubble: "Homelander? He didn't learn the Kamehameha either."

A man stumbled out of the ruins, clutching his head, wearing a dark, strange outfit—or rather, a hero's uniform.

The dark green, tight-fitting leather armor resembled a soldier's uniform, but it was clearly not a standard design. The breastplate featured a simple embossed pattern of an eagle with outstretched wings, below which was a five-pointed star.

"What does this mean?" Ma Zhaodi's lips twitched. "A low-budget Captain America? This character wasn't even in the movie clips I saw back then."

However, it is obvious that, according to the knock-off logic of the Black Robe Universe, the people in the group of seven who are imitations of important characters from other universes are definitely not minor characters.

Superman is one of DC's leading figures, and Homelander is his counterpart. By the same token, Captain America is also one of Marvel's leading characters. If there is a character in Black Robe to be compared to him, then he should at least be a candidate from the Seven, not just some random extra.

The man didn't seem to be in a very good mental state. He rubbed his head and casually flung away the large concrete block blocking his way, as if it were a few light pieces of paper.

On his other side, a rather young-looking Asian man was lying on the ground, spitting blood and seemingly already passing out.

(End of this chapter)