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

"I'm sorry, sir, I had a brain fart at the time."

In the office of the Fatherlander.

The locomotive, dressed in a dark blue battle suit, looked flustered and apologized repeatedly to Homelander, who was smiling faintly at him.

"Hey, what's wrong with our locomotive?"

The man raised his voice and gently stroked the face of the locomotive with one hand.

In Azu's view, the train engine's heart, swollen from drug use, accelerated continuously.

"You don't think I'll blame you, do you?"

The locomotive lowered its head, knowing that the people of the motherland could see its heart and hear the speed of its heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, I just... accidentally killed an ordinary person."

"Sir, I'll handle the public relations aspect; it definitely won't affect you."

At least A-Train stayed in the Seven Superheroes for a while.

With the help of his seniors and their experience, he managed to grasp some methods for dealing with the Homelanders.

"Hold down, locomotive, you mean... an accident?"

Azu's face was filled with a smile. He leaned his head close to the locomotive and whispered softly in its ear.

"Walter provided you with V, not so you bunch of idiots could use it like marijuana, get high, and run amok."

"You'd better deal with this quickly, or I'll break your prized leg and throw you into the toilet to share a room with the deep sea."

"Oh, right, I remember you have a girlfriend, right?"

The locomotive felt a chill run through him; the whispers in his ear were like the murmur of a demon. His dark face turned deathly pale, and he quickly spoke:

"Yes, sir, I will. I promise it won't happen again."

"And also, sir, Charlotte didn't..."

"Haha, don't be nervous, locomotive."

Homelander sat back in his chair, a joking smile on his face, and pointed to the locomotive in front of him with one hand.

"If you want to retire smoothly from the Seven Superheroes like the Lamplighter."

"You'd better keep quiet, and then... get the hell out of here now."

"Yes, sir."

The locomotive quickly turned around and sped away from the Homelander's office.

As he left the office, he saw a long, reddish-brown head of hair.

"Well, he seems to be in a good mood today?"

Maeve looked at the undamaged locomotive that was walking out of the office and spoke.

"In a good mood?"

The locomotive's lips twitched; he had an urge to swear, but he couldn't.

He was so close to his homelander that his super hearing allowed him to easily hear his own words.

"Ah ha, Locomotive, go and deal with your shitty PR."

"You're just a drug addict..."

Maeve's voice faded into the distance, and the locomotive felt a surge of irritation.

"Shit."

He cursed and turned to walk towards the public relations department.

If I had known, I would have used less compound V that day.

Inside the Homelander's office.

Maeve pushed open the office door and walked in.

"Hey, Maeve, what brings you here?"

Homelander seemed somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Maeve to be there.

After all, Maeve had rarely come to see him since he got rid of that idiot who had been pestering her all night.

"Obviously, tennis lesson?"

Maeve spread her hands and spoke to Homelander.

"Or are you currently overwhelmed with dealing with the locomotive issue?"

"How could that be? That idiot who kowtowed? I wouldn't do that."

Homelander looked disdainful and got up from his chair.

"Come on, our Queen Maeve has personally invited me, how could I possibly refuse?"

He smiled happily, then froze.

"Oh, I forgot, I broke the tennis racket earlier, so our schedule might be a bit disrupted."

Maeve stared at Homelander, paused for a moment, and then gave a sweet smile.

"Haha, don't worry, Parker has prepared a backup for me."

"Wow, you're a smart guy."

The people of the motherland were not stingy with their praise.

But it's not bad, actually. Practicing tennis with Maeve will give me a better chance to teach Saiki later.

Thinking of this, Patriot took out his mobile phone.

[The Home-lander]: Hey Qi Mu, how about we have our second PE class tomorrow afternoon?

After waiting a few seconds without receiving a reply from Qi Mu, the smile on the homelander's face faded slightly.

Maybe he's busy? Like taking courses that even that annoying Becca can't understand?

"Homelander?"

Maeve noticed Homelander looking at his phone and her eyes flickered as she spoke up to remind him.

"Oh, sorry, I just checked my follower count."

Homelander turned off his phone screen without leaving a trace and began to explain to Maeve.

"OK, I understand. After all, we gained a lot of fans after the last mission."

Maeve expressed her understanding, cleverly ignoring Homelander's typing.

There are some things she can be curious about, but she can't show it outwardly.

For example, why did Homelander suddenly want to learn tennis, who was Homelander just messaging, and so on...

What was the true identity of the pink-haired boy who was carried on the back of the motherland that day?

The two first went to the 75th floor and got a spare racket from Parker. Then Homelander put his arm around Maeve's waist and flew towards the stadium.

That was a stadium that Vought built specifically for superhumans, barely able to withstand the destructive power of top-tier superhumans.

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Brooklyn, New York City.

Campbell's house.

"Mr. Hughie, this is hush money from Walter. We hope you can understand us."

"Please sign this confidentiality agreement (NDA)."

A man dressed in the uniform of the Public Relations Department, the largest department in the Vought Corporation, sat opposite Hughie. He held a check for $4.5 in his left hand and pushed a white confidentiality agreement toward Hughie with his other hand.

"Even though you lost your girlfriend, at least you still get $4.5, right?"

The public relations department had already found out that Hugh Campbell was the boyfriend of the woman who was killed in the accident.

To be honest, if he hadn't been a victim at the scene and been captured on video, Walter wouldn't have wasted resources on this guy.

After all, her boyfriend and she hadn't even gotten a marriage certificate.

$4.5 is enough for this poor boy to go to a bar, order ten prostitutes in one night, and have a wonderful month of that.