Crack!
A crisp crack of bone echoed as the hand the Deep swung at Derek was instantly snapped by Derek into an inverted V-shape!
“Aaaah! My hand! My hand!”
Clutching his broken arm, which was bent in a V-shape, the Deep knelt on the ground, tears streaming down from the intense pain.
Looking at the Deep, who had knelt down with his head right at the level of his crotch, Derek quickly took another two steps back and cursed:
“You damn sissy, don’t even fucking think about getting a taste. You’d better buy a pair of kneepads and go blow your black buddies!”
With that, Derek stepped forward, delivering a brutal knee strike right to the Deep’s forehead, sending him flying backward.
His back slammed into the locker in the breakroom, and he passed out cold.
The Deep’s grating cries finally came to a halt.
“Damn it, some people are just gluttons for punishment. They won’t listen to reason and only behave after getting their asses kicked!”
Derek walked over to the unconscious Deep, ripped the number badge off his chest, and continued to mock him.
Seeing this, no one else in the breakroom dared to step forward to stop him.
Instead, they clutched their own number badges tightly.
Seeing this, Derek sneered:
“Heh, what a bunch of useless trash. Stop clutching your damn chests like sissies. If I wanted your badges, you’d be lying on the floor just like this smelly fish!”
Derek was completely unafraid of offending anyone, unleashing a blanket insult on everyone in the breakroom.
This instantly provoked public outrage.
Everyone glared at Derek, rubbing their fists and preparing for a fight.
But this was exactly what Derek wanted.
He had scanned the room earlier; other than the Deep, who was a familiar face, everyone else was a stranger.
And for those who were unfamiliar faces even in The Boys universe, their abilities were highly likely even more garbage than the Deep’s.
Therefore, Derek, who planned to conquer The Seven and even the entirety of Vought, intended to eliminate these trashy candidates in advance to avoid wasting time cleaning up garbage later!
“Stop! Everyone stop! What on earth happened here?!”
But just at this critical moment when a conflict was about to erupt, a squad of heavily armed, gun-toting personnel rushed inside. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Leading them was a blonde woman in her thirties.
Upon seeing this woman, all the candidate Superhumans present recognized her.
Because she was the main person in charge of this Vought Seven selection—Madelyn Stillwell, the Senior Vice President of Hero Management at Vought International!
And she held the authority to decide whether they could join The Seven and become all-stars of the Superhumans world!
So once Madelyn appeared, the crowd—who had been furious and eager to gang up on Derek—instantly calmed down.
To curry favor with Madelyn, a brown-nosing Superhumans stepped forward and recounted the entire incident to her.
In truth, Madelyn had already witnessed everything on the surveillance cameras.
However, she still feigned surprise, walked up to Derek, and extended her hand.
“Oh, are you Derek Osborn?”
“We met a few times at banquets before. I wonder if you still remember me?”
“Vought’s youngest Vice President, Ms. Stillwell. Of course I wouldn’t forget.” Derek shook Madelyn’s hand, a gentlemanly smile returning to his face, looking nothing like the brute who had just beaten someone up.
Hearing this, Madelyn’s smile deepened.
“Don’t be so formal, just call me Madelyn. After all, Vought and Osborn have always been on good terms. Perhaps we’ll be colleagues in the future.”
Hearing Madelyn’s words, Derek’s smile also deepened.
“Then please look after me in the future, Madelyn.”
Madelyn’s implication was crystal clear: she was preparing to open a back door for Derek.
She believed that as long as Derek showed even a modicum of ability in the upcoming trials, he would successfully secure a spot in The Seven.
After all, having the eldest son of the Osborn family join The Seven brought nothing but benefits to Vought!
Sure enough, seeing Derek readily accept her goodwill, Madelyn’s face beamed with joy.
She turned to the crowd and said:
“Alright, I have cleared up the details of the incident with Derek. It was contestant Kevin Moskowitz who initiated the physical altercation; Derek merely acted in self-defense. Since Kevin Moskowitz has temporarily lost his ability to compete, his ranking will be deferred, and Derek will take his place in the vacant number 11 spot. That is all.”
With that, Madelyn gestured to the tactical squad, and several members immediately stepped forward to carry the unconscious Deep out of the breakroom.
Witnessing Madelyn’s blatant favoritism, the contestants present were furious but dared not speak out.
Because the two had not lowered their voices during their conversation, the others now understood that this young man, who dared to beat someone up on Vought’s turf, was actually the eldest son of the Oscorp Group!
Otherwise, even if they were Superhumans, such an elite family had plenty of ways to ruin them!
Thus, they could only swallow their anger.
However, among them, numbers 12 through 20 exchanged glances and quietly huddled together.
Derek noticed this but didn’t care.
No matter how many ants gathered, they would only go from being a single ant to a swarm of ants—it would still only take a single stomp from him!
Madelyn paid no attention to the group that had banded together.
She was still chatting with Derek, eager to build a good relationship with him.
If she could secure a connection with the Oscorp Group, it would be a massive boost for her future campaign to become the new CEO of Vought!
She had even decided that if Derek’s abilities were decent enough, she would directly appoint him as the co-Captain of The Seven!
Derek naturally knew what was on this woman’s mind.
This woman was also of use to Derek, so he didn’t mind developing a deeper relationship with her.
Of course, he meant a normal professional relationship, not anything sexual.
After all, Derek had no desire to have his younger brother’s leftovers.
What neither of them noticed was that above the breakroom, a man draped in a star-spangled cape was staring through the ceiling, watching Derek being warmly received by Madelyn with a face full of jealousy!
This person was, of course, Homelander, who had just rushed to the selection venue from Vought Tower.
And Madelyn was another emotional counterweight that Vought had arranged for the affection-starved Homelander.
Homelander’s wet nurse!
So when Homelander saw his wet nurse acting flirtatious toward someone else, it felt as if he were being cuckolded.
It made his teeth itch with jealousy, and his deep blue eyes flared with a fiery red glow, as if he were ready to unleash them at any moment to incinerate Derek, who was chatting warmly with Madelyn!
“Look, it’s Homelander! Homelander is here!”
“Oh! Homelander! It’s really Homelander!”
“He’s flying in the sky, just like Jesus! You’re so cool, Homelander!”
…
Just as Homelander was on the verge of losing control and exploding, cries of surprise suddenly erupted from the nearby spectator stands.