Black Robe: Private Angel gave me an American-style large seat at the start.

Su Yan raised an eyebrow and teased, "What? You mind people knowing your identity?"

Kate shook her head. "I don't mind."

She paused, then added, "But if you mind... I can wear sunglasses."

Su Yan chuckled. "No need."

Upon hearing those two words, Kate's last trace of unease vanished.

The fact that she doesn't need to hide it shows that Su Yan doesn't mind her appearing in the public eye.

Kate tentatively rested her head on Su Yan's shoulder.

Su Yan did not push her away, letting Kate lean on him as if seeking affection.

Kate's heart raced, but she feigned composure and said, "Sue, you're so hard."

"Where is it hard?"

"I mean... your shoulders are so stiff they're making me uncomfortable."

Su Yan looked down at her. "Then what do you rely on?"

Kate blinked, then boldly reached out and wrapped her arm around Su Yan's, pressing her face against his.

"That feels better."

Su Yan thought to himself, "This girl's desire to attack is even stronger than I expected."

However, he didn't dislike the feeling.

Kate's initiative is different from Storm's; it lacks the competitive and provocative feel of Storm. It's more like a cat finally getting close to its owner.

Su Yan moved his hand a few centimeters up from Kate's knee and placed it on the middle of her thigh.

Kate froze for a moment, then relaxed, burying her face in Su Yan's arm, too afraid to lift it.

"Su..."

"Um?"

"...It's nothing."

Su Yan's lips curled up slightly.

He could feel the goosebumps on Kate's arm and her gradually rising body temperature.

"Newman's hearing next Wednesday is when we'll make our move."

Just then, Su Yan suddenly caught a piece of information in his mind.

After a night of trial and error, Su Yan is now able to target the person he wants to hear his thoughts from.

I will no longer hear everyone's thoughts indiscriminately.

In that case, anyone would probably go crazy, since countless voices would be ringing in their head at the same time.

Su Yan withdrew her hand from Kate's body and straightened up.

Kate looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Something came up," Su Yan said. "You wait here for me."

Although reluctant, Kate obediently nodded.

"Then come back quickly."

Su Yan stood up and walked out of the office.

He didn't go to Butcher; there was no need. With his telekinesis fully developed, he could accurately read a target's thoughts from an extremely long distance.

Su Yan stood by the window in the corridor, his mental energy silently extending outwards.

Butcher's mind was racing with a complete plan.

Next Wednesday, the hearing on superhuman oversight.

Newman will attend as a member of Congress.

The Black Robe Squad will create chaos at the hearing, forcing Newman to reveal his abilities.

The specific method involved Marvin contacting Newman's assistant and, before the hearing began, displaying evidence about Newman's true identity on a large screen.

If Newman wants to destroy the evidence, she has no choice but to use her headshot ability.

But once she uses her abilities in public, it's all over.

Su Yan thought to himself, "Butcher's efficiency is higher than I expected."

"However, this plan has a flaw: what if Newman chooses not to act?"

Su Yan frowned slightly, then looked relieved.

"It's alright, don't worry about the plans."

"Butcher's plan is just another possibility. If it forces us to do it, great; if not, I'll do it myself."

Su Yan withdrew his telekinetic power and returned to his office.

When Kate saw him return, she immediately smiled and reached out her hand to him.

Su Yan walked over and sat down next to Kate.

Kate hung up again without saying a word, as if she had done it countless times before.

Su Yan whispered, "Kate."

"Um?"

"Keep an eye on Newman's schedule for the hearing next Wednesday."

Kate tilted her head. "Newman? That congressman?"

"right."

Kate didn't understand why, but she nodded anyway. "Okay, I'll look into it."

She lifted her head from Su Yan's arm and asked seriously, "Su, is there something wrong with that Newman?"

Su Yan looked at Kate.

Although this girl seems carefree on the surface, she is never ambiguous when she needs to be perceptive.

"That's possible," Su Yan said. "So I need to confirm."

Kate nodded and didn't ask for any more details.

She knew there were some things Su Yan wouldn't tell her, but it didn't matter; she didn't care what those things were.

All she knew was that she would simply do whatever Su Yan said.

This was her choice.

Kate leaned back against Su Yan and muttered, "I'll help you with things, but you can't refuse me next time."

Su Yan patted her head. "Okay."

……

Abandoned warehouse.

French slammed a stack of printed documents on the table.

"What was Newman's assistant's name again... Oh right, I found it. This guy goes to the same bar every night at eight o'clock."

Marvin peeked over from the side and asked, "So you want me to get close to this assistant? Why me again?"

Butcher stood in the corner, arms crossed, and said, "Newman's hearing is a public event, but control of the big screen is backstage. We need someone to infiltrate backstage."

He looked at Marvin and said calmly, "Your face is the cleanest. Besides you, do you think we could be exposed?"

Marvin opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

Hughie chimed in, "Butcher, are we really going to help that Wu Nian? What if he turns his back on us after getting Newman?"

Butcher said coldly, "Whether he turns against us or not is irrelevant. Newman isn't a good person either, so dragging her into this will benefit us as well."

"Even if we can't kill Homelander in the end, we can still kill one more superhuman."

Hughie remained silent.

He suddenly felt that Butcher seemed to have changed, that he had become more obsessed, and that he had become even more hateful of superhumans.

If this continues, will Butcher one day want to kill all superhumans?

Including those who are kind?

French flicked his cigarette ash, breaking the tense atmosphere in the warehouse. "What about the soldier boy? Are we still investigating?"

Butcher's expression turned cold for a moment. "Check! Drag the soldier boy's underwear off."

He turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind a single sentence.

"But before that, let's get this Newman matter sorted out. We only have this one chance."

The warehouse's iron gate was pushed open, and the night wind rushed in.

Butcher stepped into the darkness, and his phone screen lit up briefly.

It is a message from an encrypted channel.

The sender has no name, only a string of numbers.

The message consisted of only one sentence: "Soldier Boy and Homelander are not currently within the surveillance range."

Butcher stared at the screen, his thumb hovering above it, motionless for a long time.