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Chapter 585 Lovers Meet Again, Their Eyes Filled with Hatred

Edgar's answer made the soldier boy laugh.

"A theater?" he repeated. "That swordswoman even opened a theater? She knows theater?"

"You can tell from the signs and standees that this is her theater."

Edgar's answer was simply a statement of fact: "Besides, the other people weren't there for her theatrical performance."

"What's she here for?" the soldier boy scoffed. "She must be in her fifties by now, right? An old woman with wrinkles all over her face, do you think she can go on stage and dance a striptease to make money?"

"In fact, she used her experiences during World War II as a gimmick and turned them into a script story."

Edgar's few words were enough to wipe the smile off the soldier boy's face.

"People are very interested in your story—the heroes of the Blood Debt Pays Off Squad, one of the most powerful superhumans in the world, heroes of World War II, the soul of America. She plays herself on stage every day, the Scarlet Countess, the lover of the soldier boy, and performs your love story a dozen times a day."

"She made everyone remember that you are an American hero, and she is a hero's comrade-in-arms and lover. She also used her superpowers in her performances, so that all the audience members could see the most realistic superpower effects for the price of one ticket. As a result, the theater thrived. To this day, she has earned more money than she could spend in several lifetimes. She just loves being on stage, so she continues to perform."

Looking at the soldier boy's clenched fists and the veins on his forehead, Edgar calmly asked, "So, are you moved to be remembered by your old flame for decades?"

The soldier boy grinned, his smile cruel.

"I will soon let that swordsman know that I am also thinking about her all the time."

Edgar added, “Don’t be like Blackie. This is the city, there are lots of people. Minimize the blood loss and get it over with—I don’t want to see photos of you covered in blood walking down the street in tomorrow’s newspapers.”

"That's right, isn't this exactly what that swordsman wanted? That's why she ran back to the city, isn't it?"

The soldier boy strode into the theater, and Edgar calmly followed. The two drove into the theater through the back door, and there were no other passersby in the area except for a lone luxury RV—the temporary resting place of the Countess Scarlet.

"Why isn't she in the theater?" The soldier boy grinned maliciously. "She's all alone in the RV, which seems no different from being in the suburbs. Or has she come to her senses?"

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to be in the theater,” Edgar replied. “She has no choice but to be here.”

"?" The soldier boy frowned. "What do you mean?"

Halfway through their conversation, the two arrived at the RV door. The soldier boy, not wanting Edgar to continue his introduction, kicked open the door and stepped inside.

"Believe me, even if the soldier boy tries to get back at you, I can help you—oh my god!"

The soldier boy stared in astonishment at the scene before him: Countess Scarlet and Homelander were sitting inside the RV talking, while Edgar behind the soldier boy remained calm, as if he had expected the situation inside the RV.

"This is—hey, old man, Edgar, this is one of your men, right? That guy called Z. Z. What the hell is he doing here? Didn't you tell me he got beaten up by Superman and ended up in the hospital?"

"It's Homelander. Please remember the name of your future teammate—and he is indeed in the hospital right now, used to distract Superman."

Edgar waved to the "Homelander" inside the RV, who was visibly startled by the soldier boy kicking down the door: "Come back. Your mission is complete. Go away. You didn't see anything today, understand?"

“Yes, yes, sir!” Countess Scarlet stared in disbelief as “Homelander,” who had been calm and domineering just moments before, switched his demeanor in an instant, revealing a fawning and ingratiating smile on his face. He even hunched over, perfectly embodying the attitude of “groveling,” completely unlike one of the most powerful superhumans in the world.

They were nothing like the arrogant and intimidating people who had come to find him before, forcing him to stay in the RV.

"you!"

In her shock and rage, she couldn't help but burst into a tirade: "Homelander! Just because you had one broken bone doesn't mean you're completely spineless! You were just swearing to me that—"

"Do you believe me when I say it?"

Homelander returned behind Edgar and the soldier boy, straightening his back naturally. He scoffed at Countess Scarlet's condemnation: "When I said I was Homelander, didn't you ever think about why Homelander should help you? You just had a suspicion in your heart, but you were unwilling to accept the worst possibility."

"no no"

Lady Scarlet let out a desperate wail, while Soldier Boy turned around in astonishment to look behind him—in full view of everyone, Homelander's body and face began to twist and writhe, transforming into a middle-aged man who was overweight and balding—the same superhuman, the two-bodied man, whom Madeleine had used to plot against the former Marine Corps congressman.

His little belly even made his Homelander-style combat uniform look a size bigger.

"Ugh, that's fucking cringeworthy."

The soldier boy, who had just been furious about his homelanders "defecting," couldn't help but grit his teeth. He struggled to suppress the urge to kill his teammates and pointed to the door at the two-bodied man beside him: "Get out! Change your clothes!"

"Ok sir."

The two-bodied man was very perceptive; he hadn't survived this long because he was only good at being a dog—after noticing the soldier boy's disgust towards him, he quickly disappeared from their sight.

"Edgar, you son of a bitch."

Lady Scarlet glared at Edgar through gritted teeth, cursing, "Sending two-bodied people to plot against me? I should have just gone to Walter and used my superpowers to blow you bastards to smithereens!"

"Oh, you won't."

Edgar calmly stated, “You’ve been scared out of your wits today, haven’t you? You’ve fled from the city to the outskirts and back again—you’ll never give up as long as there’s a straw to hold you back.”

"You'll die a horrible death! You dog—"

"Okay, okay."

The moment the soldier boy's voice rang out, Lady Scarlet's cursing stopped abruptly, and even Edgar fell silent.

The two sensed his boiling murderous intent.

"I thought that after we met, you would have something to say to me, but after rambling on for so long, you didn't intend to talk to me at all."

"Since you have nothing to say, then die."

(End of this chapter)