Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

Water Corporation.

"So, Homelander, what exactly is that deep blue membrane?"

In Madeleine's office.

The curtains were drawn, blocking out all outside light.

Madeline changed into a red lace dress and held a leather pistol in her hand.

On the other side, Homelander sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on Madeline, his pupils contracting, and his tongue involuntarily licking his lips.

On the office desk, the candlelight flickered gently.

"Well, this, um, that's actually an illusion."

Homelander fumbled around on the sofa, his hands looking around helplessly, trying to avoid Madeline's gaze.

"Bad".

"Boy".

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Madeline gradually moved closer to Azu.

"You're a bad kid."

Madeline's voice rang in Azu's ears.

The latter's heart rate quickened slightly.

"Ha, ma'am, you're overthinking it."

Azu stood up, looked away from Madeline's chest, and walked toward the office door.

"Hey."

A scream came from the office floor.

The man turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze focused on that patch of white.

Gudong.

He swallowed hard, put his hands on his hips, and said, trying to appear calm:

"Well, ma'am, well, actually I..."

The man recalled the slap that landed on the nose of the plane that day, and a conflict flashed in his blue eyes.

"Bad Boy".

Madeline's voice grew even lower as she leaned close to Homelander and whispered in his ear.

"I know, that's your son Qi Mu's superpower, right?"

Her voice was soft, reaching Azu's ears.

Azu's expression suddenly froze.

He looked at Madeline in front of him and suddenly asked a question.

"You want to harm my son?"

"No, no, no, Homelander, I'm just curious and want to know more about the son of you, you naughty boy."

Madeline placed her hand on Azu's chest.

next moment.

Madeline.

The father's hand grasped hers.

Those blue pupils stared into Madeline's eyes.

"Qi Mu is my son."

His voice gradually grew louder.

"He should have his own rights, not the same ones as me."

"Like you, I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Madeline's heart raced a little, but she tried her best to keep her tone calm.

You're lying.

Homelander's eyes were fixed on Madeline's open bosom, but this time he only glanced at her breasts before his eyes fell on her rapidly beating heart.

"Why is your heart racing?"

Homelander slowly approached, and with one hand, he leaned Madeline against the wall.

The leather strap fell to the ground as Madeline's hand trembled.

"Well, Homelander, that's because... you've been a bit too forceful."

Madeline took a deep breath, looked directly into the eyes of the man in front of her, and began to speak.

"Well."

Homelander stared into Madeline's eyes, and after a few breaths, he flashed his signature smile.

"Haha, sorry, ma'am, I got a little excited."

He apologized to Madeline.

"However, please don't do anything to my son, otherwise..."

The man from the homeland picked up the leather bag from the ground, and his blue pupils lit up with a scarlet light.

zizi.

A crimson laser instantly illuminated the dimly lit office.

The skin was pierced by a scorching laser.

The laser burned a black mark into the floor.

"I can't guarantee that I won't get emotional."

Homelander tossed the burnt ** aside and sat back down on the sofa.

Madeline's pupils contracted, and she swallowed hard.

"Sorry, John, I'm just a little worried."

Madeline walked over and leaned against Homelander.

"After all, you are the most powerful superhuman in the world."

"I'm worried..."

"No, no, no."

Homelander buried his head in her arms, breathing greedily.

"Qi Mu is my child, and this has been confirmed by a paternity test."

"He doesn't like power; he finds it boring."

"What I'm trying to say is that, regardless of his abilities, he can live the life he wants."

Homelander covered Madeline's mouth with his finger.

In the dimly lit office, candlelight flickered, and a soft humming sound arose.

Half an hour later.

Homelander dusted himself off and walked out of Madeline's office.

He looked much better, looking at Teddy (Madeline's son) sitting in the baby chair outside the door.

"Hey, looks good, kid."

He patted Teddy's head with his hand, making the latter's hair wet.

"Eee-yah-yah".

Teddy can't talk yet.

Hahahaha.

Homelander smiled and left Madeleine's office.

He will prove it to Qi Mu.

Power is not a boring thing.

On the contrary, power is the best thing in the world.

Leave the floor where Madeline's office is located.

99floor.

"Hey everyone, what's up?"

"Where's the locomotive?"

The gathering of superheroes, which was supposed to be for six people, now only has five, including Homelander.

"Him? He's probably scrambling to do public relations right now."

Maeve looked at Homer, whose face was rosy, and answered.

"Public relations? Why would our fastest guys need public relations?"

Homelander's face stiffened; public relations is never a good thing for any superhuman.

For the seven superheroes who make up the group, any public relations action by any member means damage to the group's reputation.

"He ran over and killed a girl while chasing a criminal."

Maeve spoke in a calm tone; having spent her years at Vought, she had long been accustomed to the darkness hidden beneath the surface of those righteous superheroes.

"During the day? On the road?"

Homelander suppressed his anger and asked Maeve.

"Yes, I don't know what this guy took, he dares to run at full speed in the city streets."

Maeve nodded and rolled her eyes.

Speed-type superpower users are generally not allowed to move at high speeds in urban areas.

That would pose a very high safety risk.

And Locomotive, a member of the Seven Superheroes, represents the pinnacle of superhuman speed in the world.

He hit and killed a person while moving at high speed in the city.

"Hold down, or die on the spot?"

"Take a look at the video."

Maeve tossed the tablet in front of her over, and Homelander caught it, watching a video of a man and a woman holding hands on the edge of the road.

"Young couple."

"This is what the people of the motherland commented."

next moment.

With a loud bang.

The woman, who was shaking hands with him, turned into a cloud of blood mist.

The locomotive, covered in blood, briefly slowed down.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop."

He uttered those words and then sped away again.

The man was left holding the woman's only remaining hand, standing there blankly.

(There's a lot of censored content in this chapter, so please take it in stride.)