Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

The fine rain fell silently, as if even the heavens were weeping for this tragic scene.

Late at night, the X-Men, having received the devastating news, rushed to the scene.

Before my eyes, the once tranquil and elegant garden is now a scene of devastation, and not far away, the incomplete skeleton of Colossus lies scattered on the ground.

Everyone stared at the scene and fell into a long silence.

Jean Grey's tears welled up uncontrollably, and glistening teardrops slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the muddy ground.

With her telepathic abilities, she could only sense a deathly silence, and grief instantly overwhelmed her.

The beast's eyes widened in disbelief. He slowly walked to Colossus's remains, knelt on one knee, and gently touched the cold metal skeleton with his rough hand. He choked back tears, "No, it's all my fault. You shouldn't have ended up like this..."

Stormgirl Aurora stood in the rain, letting the rain soak her long hair, her heart filled with endless sorrow: "We will avenge you, your sacrifice will not have been in vain."

"Homelanders! Homelanders!"

Cyclops Scott clenched his fists, his eyes behind his sunglasses flashing crimson light: "When do we move?" His voice was suppressed and trembling, a sign of extreme anger.

However, Beast Hank shook his head solemnly: "Calm down, Scott. Homelander's power is too great. If we act rashly, we will only throw our lives away."

"What did the professor say?" Jean Grey wiped away her tears and asked calmly.

"Wait for the right opportunity."

"Wait until what?" Scott whirled around, roaring at Beast Hank. "Every second we wait, more innocent people will be hurt. Just like last time he vented his power recklessly in New York City, he didn't care about the lives of ordinary people. We can't predict what he'll do next!"

Aurora crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with silver lightning: "Scott is right. We've always fought to protect people, and now we're going to back down because we're afraid of one person? That goes against our beliefs. We can't let him run rampant."

Jean Grey sighed softly, "Hank's concerns are not unfounded. The risks of taking action now are too great. Since the professor wants us to wait for the right opportunity, he must have his reasons. We should trust the professor's wisdom."

Scott gritted his teeth, clenched his fists again, and said helplessly, "Jean, the professor has never been wrong, of course I believe him, but this feeling of waiting is just too agonizing." After saying that, he turned and walked to the wreckage of Colossus, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with resentment.

"Scott is not waiting, but actively preparing."

Beast Hank's expression remained serious: "I understand how you feel. In fact, I'm almost losing control of my emotions. I wish I could beat Homelander to a pulp right now."

But I must remain rational, you know? It was I who suggested to the professor that Colossus monitor Homelander, and his death was entirely my fault. I cannot risk your lives without absolute certainty.

"Hank, it's not your fault," Jean said softly.

Aurora glanced at Hank, whose face was full of self-reproach, and said calmly, "In short, we will make the Homelander pay the price, but it will take some time to gather strength and find his weaknesses."

Everyone nodded in silence.

The man from the motherland chuckled after hearing this, completely unconcerned.

"What are you laughing at? You're like a pervert."

Ten kilometers away at Mrston Manor, the lights were on. Mindy was lying next to Gray, playing on her phone, her little feet swinging happily. Suddenly, Gray burst into a strange, unseen giggle, making Mindy shiver.

Gray's smile vanished, replaced by a look of disdain as he stared at Mindy. "I'm a pervert, but I'm still lazier than you, Mindy," he said irritably. "How dare you let your sisters serve you tea and water? Where did your shamelessness go?"

Mindy immediately became unhappy and retorted angrily, "You're pinching my face! Fuck you, Gray! Can you please stop doing this to me? It hurts!"

"If you want to do it, then do it."

Beside them stood girls in various uniforms, their figures graceful, carrying fruits, snacks, and toys.

Seeing the two rolling around on the carpet without saying a word, sometimes riding on each other, sometimes playing with each other, they couldn't help but look at each other, their faces showing an awkward and speechless expression.

After spending some time together, they roughly figured out Grey's temperament. When he was happy, he was easy to talk to, but when he was unhappy, he was as annoying as a ghost.

In addition, he has a startlingly strange quirk—

There are nearly 200 girls living in the manor. He would take time every day, even if he didn't eat or drink, to kiss them a dozen times in turn. If that were all, it could be understood as lust. But here's the problem.

He only kisses you, nothing else! Even if you want to sleep with him, he won't go for it!

They even euphemistically call it a wonderful way to relax the mind and body and improve health, which can prolong life and enhance male confidence. It is said that this folk remedy originated from an eighty-year-old man in a certain Eastern country.

Such a perverted fetish baffled the girls, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing; at least they temporarily escaped the fate of being pinned down on the bed and brutally violated.

"Sir, the fruit is cut."

Anna Schultz, the girl who was previously known for her boldness, long platinum blonde hair, tall stature, and appearance that almost perfectly matched Grey's aesthetic standards, brought over a fruit platter.

"ah."

Gray opened his mouth wide, eagerly awaiting food.

Perhaps out of habit, Anna lifted her skirt and obediently squatted down to the side, carefully feeding the baby with a silver fork.

The other girls also appeared very docile, and their emotions were much more stable than before.

Because Gray promised them that once their three-month internship was over, he would no longer restrict their freedom of movement.

The girls were somewhat hesitant to believe that they could go wherever they wanted, but at least they had some hope, so they stopped making a fuss and waited eagerly for Gray to fulfill his promise.

Gray wasn't lying to them; three months later, he planned to build a country with only his sister and make himself the chief.

"Kiss."

He lay on his side on the carpet, his eyes like searchlights, shamelessly staring at the girl's skirt.

Anna's face flushed instantly, but her movements remained gentle as she brushed aside her loose hair and bent down to feed her.

After all, she's a Western girl, so this level of contact wouldn't cause her to have an emotional breakdown. She'd get used to it after a few more days of kissing. The girls nearby, who were doing nothing, stared wide-eyed, and a few of the younger ones even looked curious.

"Hey, Gray, you're such a pervert!" Mindy, holding her chin, squatted down to watch. Seeing that the two of them were spitting out saliva, she couldn't help but shudder again.

"roll."

If Big Daddy hadn't been busy visiting the Punisher's grave, resulting in Mindy enrolling without a parent, Grey would never have brought her back to his secret base.

If Grey had known that Big Daddy and the Punisher were acquaintances, he wouldn't have killed him. Bringing Mindy, this little imp, home felt like mixing cow dung with a beautiful flower.

However, aside from her slightly sharp tongue, Mindy doesn't have any other flaws.

The other girls, including Jessica, were unwilling to play games or watch TV with Grey, but Mindy had a great time, and she was very adaptable.

Perhaps because of her young age, she remained quite calm about Grey's shameless act of building a harem.

I don't know if they genuinely don't understand, or if they have some other perspective.

"Mindy, Anna, how about the three of you sleep together tonight? It's getting cold, and as your brother and friend, I feel obligated to keep your feet warm." Gray's eyes darted around, a wicked smile spreading across his face, adding to his twisted nature.