Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"Starlight, there aren't that many superheroes in this world. They're just ordinary people with emotions and desires."

Chapter 319 This name is a bit cringey.

"Divine Punishment Angels? Has the Vought Corporation become this childish now?"

The 69th floor of the Water Tower, once the exclusive suite for the Locomotive, now belongs to Yang Bo.

"The name 'Angel of Divine Punishment' is meant to reflect your stance. Of course, you can change it at any time before the press conference if you don't like it."

Ashley then took a bank card and a special cell phone from her briefcase and placed them on the table:

"In addition, there is 1000 million in this card, which is for your daily expenses. Also, this is your own phone with extremely strong signal."

I picked up the phone and fiddled with it for a bit.

"Nicknames don't matter. No matter what they're called in the end, people will still call me an angel."

"You're right. By the way, next you need to go downstairs to have your body measured so that a custom-made suit can be made. From now on, the focus of the superpowered individuals department will shift entirely to you, so you need to be prepared."

"That's no problem."

Yang Bo always adhered to the principle of doing things for money. Just then, Xingguang came out of the lounge. However, unlike him, she walked over with obvious dark circles under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept enough.

"Didn't sleep all night?"

The starlight nodded gently.

"Okay, it's just an unspoken rule."

"Can we not talk about unspoken rules?"

Starlight felt very wronged, the kind of wronged feeling that comes from shattered dreams.

Hearing Xingguang's words, Yang Bo stood up and patted her on the shoulder:

"Everyone has to pay the price for their naivety. Deep Sea certainly doesn't have the right to kick you out of the group of seven, but... the company will definitely have a second-in-command. What will you choose then?"

Ashley, standing to the side, was tidying up the documents on the table with her head down. Several sketches of Yang Bo's uniform looked incredibly complicated at that moment, and she felt like she couldn't sort them out no matter how she tried.

"I…"

"Yesterday was the second time I gave you a choice. There's a saying in my hometown: 'Once is enough, twice is enough, but three times is not enough.' Do you understand?"

After saying that, Yang Bo followed Ashley and left the 99th floor, leaving Starlight standing alone. Queen Maeve walked up to her side at some point and looked at her with complicated eyes.

"If you want to stay, you'll have to adapt gradually."

"You...know?"

"It's not just me."

After saying that, Queen Maeve turned and walked towards the toilet. She was going to beat up the invisible man hiding inside and vent her inexplicable frustration.

Half an hour later, at the custom-made suit workshop on the basement floor of the Water Building.

This is the exclusive garment workshop for the seven-person team, where all of Walter's top fabrics and tailoring techniques are gathered.

Specially designed for superheroes, each suit balances practical protection, superior quality, and public visual appeal.

Ashley spread a stack of finalized design sketches on a pure white long table. The clothing on the sketches had no flashy or extravagant color schemes, no superfluous or complicated decorations, perfectly matching the minimalist and sacred style that Yang Bo wanted.

"The finalized exclusive battle suit, matching your codename 'Divine Punishment Angel,' has abandoned the bright colors and exaggerated patterns commonly seen in superheroes, opting instead for a pure white, ascetic, and divine style that balances majesty and sophistication."

Yang Bo looked down at the blueprints on the table and immediately took a liking to the design of one of the exclusive battle suits.

The main body of the suit is a matte porcelain white, close-fitting textured armor. The fabric is a special ultra-fiber explosion-proof material made by WOT, which is lightweight, breathable, and provides a completely unrestricted feel.

Not only can it withstand conventional bullets and explosive impacts, but it also fits the body perfectly, making his figure look neat and upright.

There are no superfluous logos or decorations on its body, except for a very thin, dark gold, minimalist V-shaped Waters emblem embedded in the center of its chest.

It is understated yet exudes a unique identity, without overshadowing the main character, just right.

"This is the one."

"Alright, I'll give the order right away. By the way, do you have any other requests?"

"Other requirements..."

Yang Bo pondered for a moment:

“I have a book.”

He reached out and summoned the "Book of Vishanti." The platinum-covered "Book of Vishanti" possessed divine attributes and looked dazzling and extremely appealing.

"I need a suitable longsword. Its strength doesn't matter; the main thing is that it looks cool. You should understand what I mean."

Ashley stared at the shimmering, iridescent magic book, her expression one of astonishment: "How...how did you do this? And this book..."

"It is called the Book of Vessanto, and I went to great lengths to obtain it."

At this point, Yang Bo suddenly lowered his voice:

“Ashley, I know you’re just scared, scared of the company’s top management and Homelander, because you know too much.”

"If I can prove that I am far more powerful than Homelander, and also grant you extraordinary power and a great deal of money, would you be willing to help me build a new Seven, a true superhero team?"

Ashley rose from assistant to the company president to vice president and even acting president, so her abilities are beyond question.

I need to give her enough security, then she will naturally know how to choose.

Ashley's expression changed, and she was about to say something, but Yang Bo leaned back and sat lazily on the sofa.

"No rush, time will tell, and soon enough."

Yang Bo's plan was beginning to take shape.

Ashley looked at Yang Bo, swallowed back the words she was about to say, put away the design drawings on the table, and spoke with extreme professionalism:

"The fabric and craftsmanship are top-notch, and the garment can be made in three hours."

Tomorrow's official announcement press conference will mark your debut to a nationwide audience as the 'Angel of Divine Punishment'.

"You can arrange it."

Ashley got up and left quickly, intending to keep to herself what Yang Bo had just said to her.

Regardless of whether this confident man is a match for the Homelander.

The company's tailors are very efficient.

In less than three hours, the battle suit, which was originally just a blueprint, was delivered to him.

After changing into his battle suit, Yang Bo stood in front of the mirror and reached out to touch the clothes on his body; they felt smooth and cool to the touch.

The cut is clean and fits well, simple yet exuding a powerful aura, perfectly meeting his expectations.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied. It would be even better if it didn't have the locator and recording device inside."

He reached into the lining of her clothes and collar and pulled out the recording device, handing it to Ashley.

"Having a location is fine, but I personally value my privacy quite a bit."

"This is for public relations purposes."

"I know, so I was just reminding you. Okay, don't be nervous. What are the company's plans next?"

Should I go outside and rescue a kitten that's stuck in a tree? Or perhaps punish the culprit?

"No need. You can stay at the company for now and cooperate with taking some photos and videos. The company will arrange a special growth path for you. All you need to do is think about your speech for tomorrow's new employee announcement press conference. Of course, the company can also do it for you."

"No need! I love speaking up the most."

Chapter 320 First Encounter with Homelander

Xingguang saw the seven as heroes, so her dream shattered; while Yang Bo always considered the seven as actors, so…

"Being a celebrity is exhausting—taking photos, making videos, maintaining a public image..."

"Sigh, I don't know which route to take. Aloof? Although it's handsome, it's not suitable."

Since that's the case, then let's go for the saintly route—the kind where everyone has to kneel down and call us "father" the moment they see us.

Having just finished his steak, Yang Bo returned to the common area on the 99th floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw a figure wearing a national flag uniform.

Homelander, the undisputed number one figure in the world of The Boys, is a poor imitation of Superman.

But he was imitating Superman.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Homelander, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, turned around.

His gaze was calm, and he wore a smile.

"Yang Bo, welcome to join us."

Yang Bo looked at Azu, who also had a smile on his face: "I didn't expect our meeting to be so ordinary, just like a chance encounter when we went to a coffee shop for tea."

Reach out.

"Let me introduce myself again, Yang Bo. It's a pleasure to meet a true hero."

Homelander is nothing more than a big boy who is extremely love-starved, insecure, emotionally unstable, craves public adoration, and is terrified of being abandoned or deceived.

Is there a problem with liking to drink milk?

Is it wrong to have an Oedipus complex?

In other words, if he was imprisoned in a laboratory as a child and used as an experimental subject, his current inhumanity is purely due to his kind heart.

The smile on the face of the man from the motherland was very warm. He reached out and shook hands with Yang Bo.

"I'm not a hero at all."

"No no no."

Yang Bo looked at Azu very seriously: "You are different from the others in the group of seven. With your strength, you can get a top-notch life wherever you go."

"But you didn't. Instead, you chose to stand up and become a true hero in front of everyone."

The smile on the face of the man from the motherland was somewhat stiff.

It wasn't Yang Bo's words that angered him, but rather that Yang Bo's words truly touched his heart.