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Chapter 1525 The Background of the Black Chapter Department
Madeline listened quietly. In this industry where interests are intertwined and competition is fierce, only by keeping a close eye on the pulse of the times can one stand firm in the storm.

"I completely understand what you mean, Mr. Edgar. Helping the company make more profits has always been the core of our work. In this process, the Seven Superheroes are undoubtedly our most valuable assets. However, as you said, we must clearly prioritize. If a decision may harm the fundamental interests of the company, even if it is a powerful existence like Homelander, we cannot have the slightest hesitation or nostalgia."

At this point, Madeline's eyes flashed with determination. She knew that although superheroes could bring huge commercial value and public attention to the company, once they became a burden to the company, or their personal behavior conflicted with the company's long-term plan, then for the sake of the overall situation, even sacrificing individual members was inevitable.

After all, in this world where business is king, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

Edgar nodded with satisfaction. He admired Madeline's courage and decisiveness.

Within two days, Edgar carefully planned a party and invited several senior military officials and senior officials of the Ministry of Defense. The venue was chosen to be an extremely luxurious high-end club.

The interior of the club is elegantly decorated. The sparkling crystal chandeliers emit a soft and dazzling light, which shines on the exquisite porcelain and silver tableware, adding a touch of nobility and solemnity.

Edgar personally greeted every guest. His smile was like a spring breeze, neither overly enthusiastic nor politely distant.

He led everyone into the private box that had been booked in advance. The room was warmly and comfortably decorated with soft sofas, exquisite coffee tables, and flowers on the table, all of which revealed the host's care and taste.

After everyone was seated, Edgar clapped his hands gently, and a group of waiters in uniform came in one after another. They were well-trained and provided a full set of exclusive services to each guest with elegant movements: from carefully prepared cocktails, to delicate red wine, to a variety of exquisite snacks, all of which were amazing.

The atmosphere in the box gradually became relaxed and pleasant, and satisfied smiles appeared on the guests' faces.

After making sure that everyone was enjoying the utmost comfort and pleasure, Edgar spoke slowly.

"I heard that the Ministry of National Defense recently established a new department called the Black Chapter Department?"

He gently shook the red wine glass in his hand, and the deep red liquid swirled gently in the glass like a shining gem, and his eyes looked through the wine glass, as if observing everyone's reaction.

Upon hearing this, a fleeting look of surprise flashed across the faces of several senior officials of the Ministry of Defense.

They looked at each other, as if exchanging some kind of silent understanding.

Edgar keenly captured this detail and had already made some plans in his mind.

One of the officials looked a little embarrassed and coughed dryly, trying to ease the atmosphere: "You...already know?"

"Yes, we have heard it."

Edgar smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with wisdom.

At this time, the blond man sitting at the top, wearing a neat suit, with a cold and handsome face, nodded directly and admitted it: "The Black Chapter Department was indeed established recently, and its main responsibility is to supervise the actions of superheroes."

Edgar frowned slightly. He was obviously dissatisfied with the establishment of this new department. "Is this the opinion of the Ministry of Defense, or..."

There was some tentativeness and questioning in his tone.

The blond man shook his head, his expression serious: "Of course it is not the Ministry of Defense's decision."

There was a hint of helplessness in his words, and it was obvious that he had some unspeakable difficulties.

Edgar thought to himself that this blond man was a close confidant of the Minister of Defense and knew a lot of inside information about the Ministry of Defense. His attitude undoubtedly revealed some unknown secrets.

“But the other party is not a small force, and their reasons are very sufficient. The Ministry of National Defense cannot refuse.” The blond man continued, with a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness in his tone.

He looked at Edgar, his eyes revealing a complex emotion: "Every year, hundreds of innocent people die while superheroes are performing missions, and you and I both know that this is just the tip of the iceberg of the real number. Not to mention the economic losses caused by this, so I am really powerless to stop the establishment of the Black Chapter Department."

Upon hearing this, Edgar curled up the corner of his mouth in an imperceptible sneer, which contained the cunning and depth accumulated over the years.

He has been struggling in the world for decades, weathering many ups and downs, witnessing countless storms, and has long been familiar with the invisible rules of the game.

He is well aware of the intricate entanglements behind power and interests.

He slowly took out a bank card from his exquisite suit pocket. The card had a faint metallic luster under the light, like an exquisite badge, exuding an alluring scent.

He gently placed the card on the table.

"You know, Walter never treats his friends badly."

Edgar hits home directly.

The bank card lay quietly on the table, like a silent temptation, teasing the nerves of everyone present.

The blond man's expression suddenly became complicated. He stared at the bank card, his eyes flashing with struggle and hesitation.

Then he turned his head away and didn't look at the bank card.

The atmosphere in the box suddenly became subtle and tense, like a taut string that could break at any time.

Other senior officials of the Ministry of Defense naturally noticed the bank card on the table, but they just followed the blond man's actions silently, pretending that they saw nothing and heard nothing.

There was a hint of indifference and alienation in their eyes, as if this was a farce that had nothing to do with them.

They just come here to eat, drink and have fun, enjoy the fun of life, and stay away from the tedious political struggles and conflicts of interest.

They are not interested in other things and don't want to know too much.

They wore gorgeous dresses, tasted exquisite food, and enjoyed melodious music, as if they were in a secluded paradise.

Seeing this, Edgar sneered in his heart.

"You know, this country has its real controllers."

"But there is one thing I can tell you."

The blond man suddenly spoke again, his voice a little hoarse, as if he was suppressing his inner excitement.

Edgar was slightly stunned, then turned his head and fixed his eyes on the blond man's face.

(End of this chapter)