My sister died tragically, and now I'm a citizen of my motherland, why are you crying?

Shen Qinglan smiled.

"Zhao Tiangang..." Shen Qinglan murmured the name, as if savoring a delicious treat.

"He's been groveling before headquarters for so many years, always keeping us on the back."

Every time resources were allocated, he took the lion's share, and we could only eat what was left over.

In every ranking, he consistently ranks in the top five—a city that relies on various forms of packaging.

She turned around and looked at her assistant.

"Do you know why he's able to dominate us?"

The assistant shook his head.

"Because he has a lot of S-class heroes."

Shen Qinglan's voice turned cold.

"Ten S-level, ranking third in the country in terms of quantity."

There are only four of us.

Within the Hero Association system, the number of S-class heroes equates to influence.

Whoever has more resources can get more resources, and whoever has more influence at headquarters.

She paused, her eyes sharpening.

"Now, four of him are dead."

The assistant understood what she meant.

"What does the president mean?"

What I mean is...

Shen Qinglan walked back to her desk, sat down, and placed her hands on the table with her arms crossed.

"Zhao Tiangang's end has come."

Without enough S-class heroes to support the team, Jiangcheng's ranking will definitely plummet.

Headquarters won't indulge him like before; resources will be redistributed, and we—"

She smiled.

"We will get what is rightfully ours."

The assistant nodded, but hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Then... what about Homelander? What happened to him?"

If he continues to cause trouble, the reputation of the entire Hero Association will be damaged.

By then, it won't just be a problem for the Jiangcheng branch; it will be a problem for all branches nationwide.

Shen Qinglan did not answer immediately.

She remained silent for a long time, her fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

Then, she spoke.

"You're right. The Homelander is indeed a threat."

He can kill four S-tier heroes; he can kill more. If left unchecked, he could potentially destroy the entire hero roster.

She paused.

"But from another perspective, it's also an opportunity for him."

The assistant paused for a moment, then asked, "An opportunity?"

"What would it be like to have a chapter that connects with the people of our homeland?"

The assistant's mind raced for a moment, then his eyes widened in surprise.

"Does the president mean... to win him over?"

Shen Qinglan did not deny it.

"Watch this video."

She pointed to the tablet.

"The things he said when he killed Ironwall."

She stood up and walked to the window.

"He wasn't indiscriminately killing innocent people; he was seeking revenge."

"Avenge those heroes who don't treat ordinary people like human beings."

She turned around and looked at her assistant.

"Our heroes at dawn, who among them doesn't treat ordinary people as human beings?"

The assistant thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No. Our discipline has always been very strict."

"That's right." Shen Qinglan nodded.

"We are different from Jiangcheng."

In order to achieve his goals, Zhao Tiangang allowed his subordinates to put on a show, fabricate stories, and even raise monsters to kill civilians.

But in Lincheng, we've never done anything like that before.

Her voice grew increasingly firm.

"Therefore, there is no fundamental contradiction between us and the people of our motherland."

He's targeting corrupt heroes, while we—"

She paused.

"We are not his enemies."

The assistant paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "So, what does the chairman plan to do?"

Shen Qinglan walked back to her desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines on a blank sheet of paper.

Then, she handed the paper to her assistant.

The assistant looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was written on the paper:

"The Jiangcheng Hero Association hereby solemnly declares: In view of the serious disciplinary violations of several heroes of the Jiangcheng Hero Association, including raising monsters, killing civilians, and covering up the truth, this association is distancing itself from them."

At the same time, this association expresses its understanding and respect for Mr. Homelander's actions in exposing the black market and eliminating corruption.

To show our sincerity, our association hereby extends an invitation to Mr. Patriot.

We have appointed Mr. Homelander as the honorary president of the Dawn Heroes Association.

We look forward to working with Mr. Homelander to build a cleaner and more just system of heroes.

The assistant's hands began to tremble.

"President...this...this is insane..."

"Crazy?" Shen Qinglan laughed. "This is called going with the flow."

"But what about headquarters..."

"The headquarters is currently too busy to take care of itself."

With such a huge scandal in Jiangcheng, the whole country is criticizing the Heroes Association. What the headquarters needs is someone who can stabilize the situation, not someone who adds to the chaos.

"If we can win over Homelander and get him to stop attacking the Hero Association, Headquarters will be more than grateful."

The assistant still felt it was inappropriate: "But what if Homelander refuses?"

If he not only refuses, but also attacks us...

"He won't." Shen Qinglan's tone was very certain.

"I watched all his videos, and I believe he is not crazy, he is not a serial killer, and he is not the kind of person who indiscriminately kills innocent people."

Those he killed all deserved to die.

She paused.

"Moreover, even if he refuses, we will not suffer any loss."

At least, we expressed goodwill.

At this critical juncture, whoever first shows goodwill to the people of their motherland will gain the upper hand in the future landscape.

The assistant took a deep breath and carefully put the paper away.

"I'll arrange the release right away."

"Wait a minute," Shen Qinglan called out to him.

The assistant stopped in his tracks.

Shen Qinglan thought for a moment and added, "When it's released, the wording should be stronger."

Avoid ambiguity and vagueness.

We need to make it immediately clear that we are not on the same side as the Jiangcheng Heroes Association.

"clear."

The assistant left the office.

Shen Qinglan turned around and looked out the window again.

The morning light grew brighter, illuminating the entire city.

A meaningful smile played on her lips.

"Zhao Tiangang, you've finally met your match."

She said softly.

"You've been bullying us in Jiangcheng for so many years, oppressing us for so many years."

Now, you're finally going to get what's coming to you.

"And the person who framed you wasn't even us."

"He's an ordinary person."

"An ordinary man whose sister was killed by one of the heroes under your command."

She smiled, a very soft and faint smile.

"This world is truly fascinating."

Nine o'clock in the morning.

In a place where no one was paying attention, the Hero Association's official account released a statement.

The strong wording and clear stance surprised everyone.

The statement not only strongly condemned the Jiangcheng Heroes Association's act of "raising monsters to kill civilians."

They announced that they were severing ties with him and even publicly invited Homelander to serve as the honorary president of the Dawn Heroes Association.

The release of this statement caused another uproar online.

"Holy crap??? The Lincheng Heroes Association??? Are you serious???"

"666, hiring Homelander as honorary president? Are you guys crazy???"

"No, look carefully."

Lin Cheng is taking sides; they're trying to curry favor with the people of the motherland and sever ties with Jiang Cheng.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. With such a huge scandal in Jiangcheng, anyone who gets involved with them is doomed."

Lin Cheng jumped out at this moment to distance himself from Jiang Cheng and even tried to curry favor with the people of his motherland. That was a brilliant move.

At the Jiangcheng Heroes Association headquarters, Zhao Tiangang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he saw the statement.

He clutched the printed statement, his fingers trembling.

"Shen Qinglan..."

His voice was terrifyingly low, as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"You bitch..."

He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it hard on the ground.

"They're taking advantage of our misfortune!"