Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"In this way, if they encounter strangers or homeless people outside, there is a 70% chance that they can bring them back safely. Given this base number, it is normal for the population to grow faster."

"What kind of behavior is this, in front of everyone!"

Yang Bo stood up from the beach chair and hoisted Anna onto his shoulder: "What are you talking about today? Are you going to thoroughly investigate me and find out if I've been slacking off lately?"

With a thought, the two appeared a hundred kilometers away from the main world's shop area.

Sunshine, grass.

To be fair, the grass in Minecraft is very tender and doesn't prick you; it's very comfortable to lie on.

The moon rises and the sun sets; the sun rises and the moon sets.

The Boys world.

Exhausted from a long day, Yang Bo sat in the lounge of the Wotter Group building, looking thoughtful, and asked:

"Number 2, are there any superhumans who can create clones?"

"Yes, there are people who split apart."

On monitor number 2, the data of the person about to be split was immediately displayed.

"He can tear off a new, complete copy directly from his original body, and the clone can continue to split a second time."

Each clone possesses complete memories and independent self-awareness.

"Living clones can be reassembled and merged back into the original body; clones that are killed become physical corpses and cannot be retrieved."

Upon seeing the information, Yang Bo frowned:

"Infinite splitting?"

"There is no clear data indicating the upper limit of his division, but based on his daily calculations, his division consumes a lot of his own energy, so he usually accumulates energy by eating."

"I thought he could reverse the meter."

Looking at the information, Yang Bo felt that the ability of this split person seemed to be just average.

The split body is just an ordinary person, and it's unclear whether this is due to limitations imposed by the original body.

"Boss, you're finally back."

Queen Maeve entered the lounge.

“These days, people in the motherland are almost depressed, constantly muttering about Ryan.”

She walked to the computer, but No. 3 had already automatically hidden the information, so all she could see was No. 3's smiley face on the desktop.

"Huh? I find you men really interesting. When you sit in front of the computer, you're either playing games or staring at the desktop. Is there some kind of reason for that?"

Yang Bo couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

"You're too slow. If you were faster, you would have seen the exciting part."

"is it?"

Maeve sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs: "If Homelander knew you were back, he would have rushed back immediately."

"Withdrawal symptoms are normal. I'll send him to the main world for a visit when he comes back."

Yang Bo exchanged 100 mustard seeds from the portable conversion table.

"Your main task is to monitor and search for superhumans, and also to supervise the Vought Group's senior management and transmit important information to Number 3 and Number 4."

As for what constitutes important news.

Numbers 3 and 4, who possess full intelligence, will tell them.

Queen Maeve looked at him and muttered to herself in confusion, "Boss, who are you talking to?"

"A mustard seed, a super AI computer the size of a proton."

With nothing to do, Yang Bo was about to answer the question about 11-dimensional and 2-dimensional expansions when he suddenly noticed that Queen Maeve's expression hadn't changed; she was just turning her head to look at him with a puzzled expression.

What is a proton? Is it very big?

Yang Bo, who hadn't been able to break through the defenses even with a single drop of water, was completely overwhelmed by Queen Maeve's words. He covered his eyes with his hand, looking as if he couldn't bear to watch.

"Let's not talk about the protons anymore. Let's discuss the average educational level of the group of seven first. Maeve, what school did you graduate from?"

Queen Maeve immediately said proudly:

"An outstanding graduate of Gododdin University!"

"A college student, you don't know about protons?"

Even a junior high school graduate should know about protons.

Maeve suddenly smiled: "A proton is a microscopic particle that makes up the atomic nucleus. I just wanted to see your reaction."

"However, now that you've brought up the educational level of the group of seven, it suddenly dawned on me that someone like Starlight, a graduate of an ordinary high school, is already considered highly educated within the group..."

"Queen Maeve, you weren't like this before!"

That's because I wasn't your person before.

Chapter 417 Why didn't you call me when you had a party?

"Please don't say things that could be easily misunderstood, thank you."

He got up and walked out of the lounge.

"By the way, where did Homelander go?"

"I don't know. He's been acting all mysterious lately. By the way, in a couple of days there's a hero's carnival party that the Vought Group is secretly pushing. Are you going?"

"Heroic Carnival? That slut party?"

Yang Bo turned to look at Queen Maeve, his expression extremely serious: "Do you think I'm that kind of indulgent person? If so, how am I any different from a wild beast?"

"However, I know that superheroes are also human and need to vent, which I can understand."

Queen Maeve stared into Yang Bo's eyes.

Are you going or not?

"Go! I want to see with my own eyes just how far those superheroes can stoop!"

"Hero Carnival" is a superhero extravaganza hosted by the Vought Corporation. In addition to the superheroes signed by Vought, there are also a large number of ordinary people who are paid by Vought to attend.

Of course, these ordinary people are basically just for the superheroes to enjoy.

"You came all this way just to invite me to the Heroes' Carnival?"

"Not entirely. I also came to ask when you plan to deal with Stan Edgar?"

Maeve asked this question with a very serious expression. If the whole of Vought had become like this, Stan Edgar's actions were the primary reason.

"Guardian Angels? Hmm—"

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Bo said, "Now, I originally wanted to let him fall into the abyss step by step, but now I suddenly feel that keeping him around is not very useful."

"It will not be needed for the subsequent development of compounds V5 and V1."

To be honest, the mere exposure of Stan Edgar's use of baby testing compounds was enough to completely ruin his image and potentially land him in jail.

However, according to US law, top capitalists like Stan Edgar can live a more comfortable life in prison than outside, as long as they have money.

"Now?"

“That’s right. I have now become the largest shareholder of the Water Group. I have acquired a lot of the shares held by representatives of Wall Street financial capital, military conglomerates, and pharmaceutical industry investors.”

That's just how it is. Wotech Group's stock plummeted, and Yang Bo was simultaneously targeting other businesses owned by those shareholders while spending real money to buy Wotech shares.

Wotech shareholders, who lacked funds to bail out the market, had no choice but to sell at a loss.

"Let's go upstairs and meet this fried chicken uncle."

Maeve immediately followed Yang Bo out of the lounge and onto the elevator.

Why do you call Stan Edgar "Uncle Fried Chicken"?

"Because in a parallel universe, his nickname is Uncle Fried Chicken."

Ding--

The elevator was fast, arriving at Stan Edgar's office on the top floor in just over ten seconds.

Yang Bo walked to the office door, reached out and pushed it open. Stan Edgar was sitting behind his desk, seriously handling official business.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

"Angel of Judgment?! Ha, I was wondering when you would come looking for me."

Stan Edgar remained calm, showing no surprise or fear at Yang Bo's arrival, as if everything was under his control.

Yang Bo walked into the office and sat on the sofa. Queen Maeve sensibly closed the door and sat down beside him.

“Edgar, I would like to convene a board meeting of the Water Group.”

Upon hearing this, Edgar's expression shifted slightly: "Yang, who are you working for?"

He had been paying close attention to Yang Bo from the beginning, since the Wote Group had a record of every child who received the No. 5 compound injection.

However, Yang Bo seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Not only was there no record of injecting compound 5, but no other information could be found either.

However, his image and abilities ultimately led him to join the group of seven, who planned to secretly investigate and find his weaknesses.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained during this period.

The other party has now come to us on their own initiative.

“Not for anyone else, but for myself, Edgar. It’s time to change the rules at Walter. The CEO position should be given to someone else.”

Edgar had seen out-of-control Homelanders, corrupt superheroes, and greedy Wall Street capital. After navigating these worlds for half his life, he had long since developed a composure that remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

"Change the player?"

"Yang, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Walter was never the private property of any one person; it was a business empire built from Wall Street, military-industrial complexes, and pharmaceutical capital.

"You think you can dethrone me by acquiring a portion of the outstanding shares?"

Yang Bo let out a disdainful laugh: "Edgar, you call yourself a veteran capitalist? You actually trust those people on Wall Street? As long as there's money, they'll sell you out first. Capital has always been profit-driven and has always valued life the most."