…
Although Maeve was initially a little resistant to Leon’s bluntness and straightforwardness, after personally experiencing how formidable Leon’s physical prowess was, she willingly risked her life.
Because Homelander, that giant baby, couldn't even compare to one of Leon's fingers.
…
Thump thump thump!
Leon's room door was knocked.
“Come in, the door’s not locked.”
Creak!
Butcher pushed the door open and walked in.
The countless peach pits scattered on the floor made his eyelids twitch twice.
This guy must be starving, right? If he was hungry, why didn't he ask him to order takeout or something? He just gnawed on these?
And where did such a large box come from?
Butcher was full of question marks.
During Leon and Maeve's fight, a large box of system-exclusive no-wash peaches was signed out, with a soft and smooth texture, tender and juicy flesh, and a sweet, non-astringent taste. They slid into the stomach with almost no sensation, just like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit.
Adhering to the principle of not letting peaches go to waste, Leon finished the entire box of peaches in one day.
Maeve also got a share, eating them as a meal until she threw up. She probably never wants to be associated with the words “peach” again in her life.
After all,
Even the most delicious things become tiresome when eaten too much.
“What’s up?”
After getting up, Leon very generously put on his super elastic fiber underwear and soldier boy suit right in front of Butcher.
“Shit!”
“Why are you just putting on clothes now?”
Butcher instinctively cursed, then quickly turned away, but the scene replaying uncontrollably in his mind was something he might never forget.
Was that a person?!
“Butcher, I don’t want to say the same thing a second time.”
Leon’s tone was flat, but Butcher instantly felt a suffocating sensation like being coiled by a python, and quickly explained meekly:
“I’ve fully grasped the Crimson Countess’s intelligence. I can take you to her anytime.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Take me to that ungrateful bitch now!”
After Maeve, it was time for serious business.
Leon would go out in Soldier Boy form, and he had never forgotten that almost all of his strength came from the system.
Without the system, Leon would just be a rich and handsome good-for-nothing.
He had a clear self-awareness.
…
Late at night.
Crimson Countess, also known as Crimson Countess, was in her rented cheap wooden house, hosting a paid live stream with her 779th VIP user to cultivate their sentiments.
Ever since Payback disbanded.
She could only rely on her superhuman body to perform some bizarre activities that ordinary people found difficult, satisfying certain people with special fetishes, and thus making a living.
Soon.
Under the urging of the mysterious VIP user number 779, Crimson Countess took out the mysterious small prop he had specifically sent her for today from the express box.
On the other side of the video.
He was already impatient.
Outside the window.
Leon, who had been freeloading on this paid live stream for a while, suddenly said to Butcher beside him with interest:
“How about we make a bet?”
(ps: The content of the bet was censored by Shenhe. It was about guessing the quantity after Crimson Countess finished the VIP live stream content she didn't finish in the original show. Leon guessed all, Butcher guessed half.)
“What’s the stake?”
“If I lose, I’ll help you take care of another person. If You lose, You get me some Compound V.”
“Deal.”
After the bet was made, Leon and Butcher stopped talking and began to count seriously.
Before long.
“How do you count this?”
Butcher asked Leon, who shrugged: “For now, You win.”
“For now?”
Butcher raised an eyebrow, but saw that Leon had already smashed the door lock with a shield and walked brazenly into the “Crimson Countess’s Wonderful House.”
“What the fuck?!”
“You are… oh, my God, is it really You?!”
Crimson Countess, in a dog-like posture on the bed, turned her head and saw Leon. She instantly looked as if she had seen a ghost, panicking and wanting to escape outside, but she couldn't.
“Oi, dear, there’s no God here, only the God of Death coming to collect You.”
Still that iconic evil smile, Butcher followed closely behind Leon into the house and, very professionally, immediately used his laser eyes to blast Crimson Countess’s live streaming equipment.
To cooperate with Leon’s actions, Butcher very dedicatedly injected another dose of Temporary Compound V.
【Question: Do You want to sign in today?】
‘System, are You a big brother or a little sister?’
【Ding, today’s sign-in is complete. Congratulations to the host for obtaining ‘Crimson Countess’s QQ Prop Collection’.】
【Crimson Countess’s QQ Prop Collection: …】
【Description: If You can think of it, Crimson Countess has it.】
“Fuck You!”
Leon cursed angrily, why was it always this kind of meaningless trash?
“Leon, listen to me… Ah! Let go of me! You bastard! What are You doing! Let go of me quickly! You don’t understand how terrifying he is!”
Crimson Countess was so panicked that her voice was trembling, wanting to seize the opportunity to jump out the window and escape, but she was grabbed by the head by Butcher, who had anticipated it.
“She’s yours now, Boss.”
Butcher grinned evilly, looking back at Leon, whose emotions were consumed by anger.
“Madam, You really fucking disappoint me!”
Leon walked to the bedside and took control of Crimson Countess’s head from Butcher.
“No!”
“Don’t!”
“You damned devil!”
Swoosh—
Crimson Countess kept begging for mercy, but Leon couldn't be bothered with her. He forcefully pried open her upper and lower jaws, then shot a fully charged heat vision through her.
After that, it was easy. Leon put on that highly infectious “smile” expression and looked at Butcher:
“Now it becomes—You win, but I didn’t lose either.”
“Then the bet just now…”
“I’ll help You take care of another person, and You help me get Compound V. We both have a bright future.”
“Deal.”
Butcher was more than happy with Leon’s proposal; now the head-popping woman also had a place.