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

"Shall we go, John? Let's check out Starlight's victory celebration?"

Qi Mu turned off his phone, looked up, and met the gaze of his pale purple eyes with that of his father, Guo Zuren, before offering his suggestion.

"Well, actually I declined a spot at the celebration party, so... why don't we go and enjoy a seafood feast?"

Homelander smiled and ruffled Qi Mu's hair, while Ezekiel behind him sensed something was wrong.

It seems like he said something wrong?

"...John, do you hate starlight?"

Qi Mu looked into Homelander's eyes, paused for a moment, and then asked.

"Huh? No, how could that be?"

Homelander paused for a moment, then quickly shook his head. He gently patted Qi Mu's shoulder and said:

"Starlight is a new member of the Seven Heroes, and he's my teammate."

"More importantly, she's your friend, how could I possibly dislike her?"

Qi Mu squinted at the Homelander and shook his head.

"John, you should try to make more friends."

"We can go have a big meal first, and then go to the celebration party."

"Is that okay?"

Faced with Qi Mu's request, Homelander could not refuse.

"OK, fine, let's hurry up and not waste our precious shopping time on the way."

Homelander left with Qimu.

As he left, he glared fiercely at that damned Ezekiel.

Perhaps I should seriously consider whether I should have him transport the V compound from inside Vought.

Ezekiel was so frightened that he dared not breathe, his head bowed, almost kneeling before his countrymen.

"Shit, who is that kid next to Homelander? I think I've heard someone mention him before..."

"Well, I have pretty much influence right now, so Walter should protect me, right?"

Ezekiel took a deep breath, composed his smile, and walked toward the Water Tower.

Manhattan, Midtown.

Le Bernardin

"This is a Michelin three-star restaurant, synonymous with seafood cuisine, offering a truly luxurious experience."

Homelander wore a smug expression; this was the best-rated restaurant he had chosen from Ashley's list.

Moreover, this restaurant also has a partnership with Walter, so Homelanders can easily book private rooms in advance to give Qi Mu the most perfect experience.

Most of the restaurant's tables are for two people, but thanks to prior communication, LB reserved a private room for Patriot and Qi Mu.

The starry sky lights on the ceiling of the private room emitted twinkling starlight, filling the entire room with a French romantic atmosphere.

A well-dressed waiter walked in carrying a menu.

"Mr. Homelander, this is our menu. You can place your order by scanning the QR code. We will prioritize your order."

The waiter's voice was very gentle, and the preferential treatment he provided made the Chinese very satisfied.

"Good, would you like a tip?"

"Thank you. You can tip me in the bottom right corner of the order screen. Thank you for your generosity. I hope you and your child have a pleasant dining experience."

The waiter looked at Qi Mu and Homelander and said with a smile.

......

"Haha, buddy, you're the real hero."

Homelander suppressed the smirk that was creeping onto his face, patted the waiter on the shoulder, and planned to tip this perceptive young man ten thousand dollars.

"Thank you for your compliment. Well then, I won't bother you any longer. If you have any questions, you can press this button to call me anytime."

The waiter left.

"How's it going? The atmosphere at this restaurant is great, isn't it?"

Homelander turned to look at Qi Mu, who was already sitting in a chair, and smiled.

"Um...can I order anything?"

Qi Mu nodded, picked up his phone, scanned the QR code, and looked at the order page that popped up, which featured many beautifully plated dishes.

"Of course! No need to be so polite with me. You know this restaurant has a partnership with Walter."

"Qi Mu, even if you want to buy this restaurant, it's not impossible."

The people of the motherland displayed great pride and pride.

"Does he have a partnership with Walter?"

Qi Mu was somewhat curious.

"Uh...you know, well, it's seafood, after all, and it has something to do with that idiot."

Qi Mu remembered that guy who smelled fishy all over.

"Shit, Qi Mu, don't think about that guy. We're enjoying our meal right now."

Seeing Qi Mu deep in thought, Homelander quickly spoke to him.

If Qi Mu were to recall the disgusting fishy smell emanating from Shen Hai, he wouldn't be able to eat this meal.

"OK."

Qi Mu nodded.

Her pale purple eyes slid over the dishes one by one, and after a few clicks on her phone, she ordered about a dozen dishes.

Seeing this, the man nodded in satisfaction.

That's more like it.

He picked up his phone, first giving the waiter a small tip, and then ordered some food for himself.

In no time, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a rosy-cheeked waiter pushed a food cart, bringing one exquisite French dish after another to the table.

Pan-fried Dover flounder, LB's signature dish, consists of two boneless fillets that are gently pan-fried until pearly white with perfectly golden-brown edges.

A few almond slices and pistachios sprinkled on the fish perfectly capture the romantic style of French cuisine.

In addition, there's tuna and foie gras, signature poached lobster, bluefin tuna with caviar, sea urchin...

Numerous dishes, exquisitely decorated like works of art, were served on pristine white plates.

It has a very fragrant aroma and a rich, complex flavor.

Homelander watched Qi Mu, whose hair was practically standing on end from eating, and a smile crept onto his lips.

Ashley did a great job; although she was Madeline's woman, her work ethic was impeccable.

Let's praise him later.

People from the motherland also began to savor this so-called "French cuisine".

Unlike the disgusting fishy smell of the deep sea, these seafoods have been skillfully prepared by chefs, using different cooking methods and matching spices to bring out the freshness of the ocean.

Shit, if it weren't for that Deep Sea guy constantly feeding grass carp in his room, he wouldn't have such a deep prejudice against seafood.

Thinking about this, Homelander felt even more that Deepsea deserved to die.

The seafood is so delicious, so why does that thing smell so bad?

If it tastes like the seafood on the table...

Forget it, that's disgusting.

The homelander didn't want to think of Deep Sea's greasy face while enjoying delicious food with Qi Mu.

The plates were stacked up one by one.

Both Qi Mu and the Patriots have large appetites, while each French meal, though exquisite, is served in small portions.

It's not a big problem, we can just order a few more.

The waiters didn't seem to feel tired at all from serving the dishes to the Patriots and Qi Mu.

Only those who work this hard can be considered true heroes.

The people of the motherland are very satisfied.

Until the waiter, who was supposed to serve the food, never arrived.