Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

"Did you all hear that? We're having dinner tonight. Ladies, change into those 'formal suits' that have been sitting in your closets getting moldy. We're going to a fancy restaurant, and you don't get many chances to dine with the most famous people in the world."

Rean put his phone away, a playful smile spreading across his face. The news had barely finished airing when Homelander called. What a coincidence!

Is it longing or a subtle warning? That's worth considering.

Although Homelander didn't mention the locomotive at all, Rean knew perfectly well that calling at this point to request a meeting was already an indication that he had gone too far.

After all, tomorrow is the race between Locomotive and Shockwave, a duel between two speedsters that will determine the personnel changes of the seven-person team, which is highly anticipated. However, before the race even starts, one of the protagonists of this year's big show has already died unexpectedly.

Homelander, as the leader of the seven-man squad, was caught in the middle by Rean, and it's easy to imagine that he would have to face all sorts of difficulties from the media the next day, making it even more embarrassing.

But what does this have to do with me?

The problem is with the son, not the father.

Unless Homelander is ruthless enough to betray his own family, he should just accept it obediently. Given Homelander's yandere mentality, this is the last thing Rean needs to worry about.

Compared to Edgar, that old fox, Homelander is much easier to figure out and can't hide his thoughts at all.

The most basic point is that if his identity has been exposed, he certainly won't be able to remain calm and talk to him.

Rean squinted and quickly figured out the cause and effect. It wasn't hard to tell that the death of the locomotive must have completely enraged Edgar, thus putting pressure on Homelander and ordering him to deal with him.

He suspected that Edgar might have already told Homelander about Ryan, which was why Homelander was behaving so strangely, so eager to meet him, because he couldn't handle the matter.

That's right, that makes sense.

boom!

While burying his head in his drink, Butcher suddenly slammed the bottle down on the table, scattering shards of broken glass everywhere.

Rean's protective barrier trembled slightly, brushing away the tiny fragments and splashes of wine, and he glanced coldly at Butcher.

"This is utter nonsense! What a load of rubbish dinner! I'd rather storm the Water Tower right now and fight those superhuman bastards to the death than sit at the same table as that rapist for dinner!"

Hughie's poker face appeared, and there was a hint of worry in his tone. "Mr. Rean... if I may be so bold, I don't think this is a good idea. Homelander is the most dangerous superhuman on Earth. Vought has stated that there is no known way to kill him."

This may be an exaggeration, but the strength of the Homeland is undeniable. I have been obsessed with superheroes since I was a child and have watched thousands of superhero movies. In my memory, no one except Soldier Boy is his match.

What if he already knows the truth about you impersonating his father and deliberately set a trap? Wouldn't we be walking right into a snare if we went there?

"Who told you I was pretending to be his father?"

Rean raised his eyelids, his deep brown eyes filled with a chilling coldness, and looked at the furious man in front of him, saying coldly, "I thought I had made myself very clear before."

I've made the decision; you execute it.

He raised his hand and clenched it as if he had grasped something. Just a second ago, Butcher was furious and immediately clutched his chest, fell to his knees in pain, and vomited blood. Not only that, but Hughie on his right shoulder was also bleeding from all seven orifices and foaming at the mouth. He was about to die.

French, who had been silent for a long time as if in a daze, snapped out of it and was horrified to see this. Not knowing how to stop it, he could only plead with Rean on behalf of Butcher, "Boss, he's dying, stop!"

"If a dog doesn't obey, just kill it. What's the big deal?" Rean said succinctly and unmovedly, his face expressionless, as if a human life was no different from a dog's in his eyes.

French was already high on drugs. He had chewed several pills since he came back. He needed to relieve his anxiety and prevent himself from breaking down after doing something "big".

At this moment, racking his brains, he came up with a reason from a rather unusual angle: "Mr. Rean, Butcher is indeed at fault, but Hughie is innocent!"

Rean didn't actually intend to kill Butcher. Seeing that the time was right, he casually gave French some face, saying, "Butcher, you owe French a huge favor. Control your temper. You can bark your teeth at others all you want, but in front of me, you only have the right to wag your tail and beg. I gave you your life, and I can take it back at any time."

"You keep talking about revenge, but you won't even seize an opportunity to understand your enemy. You don't even have this much self-control. What do you expect to accomplish?"

After saying this, he stopped looking at Butcher. "Homelander naturally has ulterior motives. He wants to find out more from me, but in return, this is also our opportunity to find out the true strength of the Waters."

As he spoke, Rean stood up, walked to the kneeling Butcher, and patted his face, as if he were scolding a dog. "Go wash the blood off yourself and put on a decent suit. Tonight, if anyone dares to play hide-and-seek with me, or keeps their mouth shut and ruins my plans on the spot, I'll snap their neck before Homelander can even make a move."

After saying that, he left on his own; he needed to pick out a new outfit.

Butcher hung his head, obscuring his expression, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He wanted to utter a few harsh words to save face but was afraid Rean would hear. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it!"

……

The moonlight was bright at night.

Tonight, this upscale restaurant owned by the Walter Group in New York was completely cleared out because a VIP was preparing to receive guests there.

Apart from service staff, there are no other people in the lobby and corridors, ensuring privacy.

Shen Hai had changed into a sharp, dark blue custom-made suit. He had shaved his stubble and styled his hair with hair gel, looking quite like a movie star. Unfortunately, his sleazy demeanor was not diminished by his careful grooming; instead, it became more prominent, making him look somewhat shifty and sneaky.

He stood awkwardly at the entrance of the hall, seemingly waiting for someone. At that moment, a Walter van pulled up in front of the door, and Starlight, dressed in a pure white tuxedo, stepped out of the car.

"Hey! Starlight, I'm here!"

Starlight saw Deep Sea waving at her, returned the greeting with a look of disgust, and then looked at Homelander standing not far away.

Tonight, the Homelanders, for the very rare occasion of all, changed out of their ever-present Stars and Stripes uniforms.

Without the cloak to conceal him and the expanded shoulder armor, his broad shoulders no longer seemed so imposing. Dressed in a well-tailored black suit, he looked like a classic business elite.