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210. Chapter 210: Mysterious Supe, A New Member for The Seven?

Facing the question Billy threw at him, Stan Edgar didn't give any response.

Because he knew Billy was right; it just hadn't happened yet.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Stan Edgar said in a deep voice.

"But you just said I was a Terrorist wanted by Vought, an enemy of Vought. So tell me, why would you talk about cooperation with an enemy?"

Hearing that Stan Edgar wanted to cooperate with him, Billy knew his guess was completely correct; he had gambled right.

Stan Edgar, sitting at the dining table, expressionlessly picked up the gold-rimmed glasses on the table and put them on.

"Yesterday you were enemies of Vought International, today you can become friends of Vought International. This only depends on whether we have common interests. As long as the interests are enticing enough, anyone can change sides at any time, just like you across from me, and me across from you." Stan Edgar's voice was steady and powerful, as if he was stating an eternal truth.

"Get my wife back to me, and at the same time, get Homelander off the stage!" Billy stated his conditions. When touching upon the topic of his wife, his tone was inevitably a little agitated.

However, Stan Edgar rejected the conditions he proposed.

"First, Ryan cannot leave his Mother; someone needs to raise him. Second, although I am the Vought President, I have no right to kick Homelander out of The Seven. You cannot bear the consequences of doing so, nor can I, nor can anyone in the entire Vought."

"That's your problem to consider, not mine! Fuck you! I'm telling you, you can find him a new mom, but my wife has to come back to me. As for that fucking Homelander, he at least has to step down from his Leader position. That's my bottom line!" Billy suddenly stood up and tapped the desktop with the corner of his mobile phone.

"You think about it. When you've thought it through, contact me using this phone. When I see my wife, I'll send you Ryan's location."

"Remember, don't play tricks, and don't think about trying to get something for nothing! I've tolerated you bunch of scumbags to my limit. If there's no result in three days, get ready to call Homelander to New York streets to collect his son's corpse!" Billy slapped the mobile phone onto the desktop and then left the Restaurant with a furious expression.

Looking at his retreating back, a hint of suspicion couldn't help but appear in Stan Edgar's eyes.

What did that last remark mean before he left? Could it be that someone within Vought had cooperated with Billy? Unfortunately, while he was thinking, Billy walked out of the Restaurant, not giving him a chance to ask.

Stan Edgar was very busy today because another invitation was waiting for him. A-Train's sudden death meant The Seven had an empty spot again.

Stan Edgar wanted to find a suitable Candidate to break the fragile balance currently within The Seven.

In fact, a scene that happened in his Office this morning made him feel a slight threat. The Seven needed disorder, needed to scheme and deceive each other, not be harmonious like they were now.

Stan Edgar was very annoyed by this feeling that everything seemed to be getting out of his control.

What he had to do was break the balance and restore everything to its original state.

...

"Mr. Edgar, we've arrived." In a black Rolls-Royce, the Guard responsible for driving softly called out to Stan Edgar, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.

The car stopped in front of a building that resembled a medieval castle. Although the architectural style leaned towards the old century, the overall environment was exceptionally clean.

On the building's wall hung a black plaque with gold lettering. The content on it was the Church of the Collective Member Gathering Center, but in reality, it was the Residence of the Church President, Alastair.

"Please be careful." When he saw Stan Edgar open his eyes, the Guard in the driver's seat quickly got out of the car and opened the back door for Stan Edgar.

After getting out of the car, Stan Edgar, led by a Church member, walked through the small garden and entered the castle.

"Thank you, Mr. Edgar, for personally coming despite your busy schedule. I specifically invited a renowned chef from Italy to prepare our dinner tonight. You must properly taste his craftsmanship. It is said that his Cherry Foie Gras Paste tastes excellent, and many royal members have invited him to prepare private dinners."

Alastair said he was very welcome, but he remained seated and did not stand up to greet him.

"If I wanted to, I could make him my private chef."

Pulling out a chair, Stan Edgar, with a somewhat unpleasant expression, sat down.

"Let's talk about something serious."

Stan Edgar looked at Alastair. "You called me here this time, saying you had an excellent Candidate for The Seven. Where is he?"

"Don't rush. Would you like some orange soda?"

"No, thank you. Drinking that stuff reminds me of the dish soap at Home. It's hard to imagine there's a drink that tastes that bad."

Hearing Stan Edgar's blunt refusal, Alastair nonchalantly took a sip of the soda in his glass.

"Actually, it wasn't me who called you here this time, but that Supe wanted to meet you. Maybe you even know her," Alastair said, putting down his glass.

"Don't play games with me. If her superpower isn't as powerful as you described on the phone, I will absolutely terminate all business dealings between Vought and the Church of the Collective."

Stan Edgar had no patience to beat around the bush with Alastair. He was in a bad mood right now and had a pile of things waiting for him to resolve.

The Church of the Collective had existed since Vought International was founded. Although it was now in decline, as the Leader of the Church, Alastair wasn't afraid of Stan Edgar, the Vought President everyone respected. He had collected a lot of dirt on Supes, more than one could imagine. Leaking just a little would be enough to put Vought International in deep trouble.

For example, the photos of Stormfront from her Nazi background, the Church of the Collective had all of them. So Alastair didn't care about Stan Edgar's threat at all.

"We've known each other for so long, would I deceive you? Your words hurt me deeply. I finally managed to find a Supe who is powerful, has a clean background, and is easy to control. You don't know how much effort I put in, how much money and resources I spent. Speaking of which, my wallet is aching."

Stan Edgar directly interrupted the rambling Alastair.

"How much fee does the Church want to take this time? Fifty percent? Sixty percent? As long as the person you recommend satisfies me, these are not problems."

"I want seventy percent!" Alastair, seeing Stan Edgar's urgent mindset, made an outrageous demand like a lion opening its big mouth.

Hearing seventy percent, Stan Edgar's expression became even uglier. When he looked at Alastair again, his eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Heh, quite an appetite. Aren't you afraid of choking yourself to death?"

(End of Chapter)