Tear!
With his hands behind his back, Ron ignored the robbers' attacks, his eyes glowing crimson as he 'called out' each robber in the exhibition hall.
Laser beams effortlessly pierced through bone and flesh, leaving charred, through-and-through blood holes in the heads of the robbers, who fell straight down.
"No, boss, bullets can't even hurt him."
The robbers retreated in terror, trying to hide.
"Rocket launchers! Get me the Rocket launchers!"
Kicking over an exhibition stand, the robber leader cowered, hiding behind it in fear and disarray, shouting at his subordinates.
Two robbers knelt, quickly shouldering the dark Rocket launchers, already prepared and loaded with heavy Rockets.
"Quick, blast him!"
"Help, help!"
Seeing the Rockets, the hostages screamed in fear, clutching their heads.
"This isn't good."
Ron shook his head slightly.
Tear!
Crimson rays swept across, and the two robbers' thick legs were easily severed like a hot knife through butter. They screamed terribly, falling to the ground, blood splattering.
"It's all your fault; you made the scene so bloody."
"Ah, ah, my legs! I'll kill you!"
One of the robbers, looking at his legs separated from his body, screamed in painful collapse, desperately raising the Rocket launcher crookedly and pulling the trigger.
Whoosh!
In a mere thirty to forty meters, the Rocket, trailing white exhaust, arrived in an instant and exploded with a bang.
Boom!
Flying shrapnel pierced through tables, leaving deep marks on the exhibition hall's marble pillars, and glass shattered, scattering everywhere.
The flames dissipated.
"You only lost your legs."
Ron, standing by the window, was completely unharmed, his tall body seemingly cast from unshakeable steel. The robbers were terrified and exclaimed, "Monster! This is a monster!"
He stared at the robber: "You don't cherish your life enough."
If he had just obediently lain on the ground, even though he would be disabled and lose his legs, and spend the rest of his life in prison, at least he would have kept his life, wouldn't he?
Buzz!
He raised a finger and lightly pointed.
A slightly thicker crimson ray streaked across the air. The next second, that person exploded into smithereens, leaving no bones, and flesh splattered everywhere.
"Ah..."
The terrifying and brutal scene caused all the hostages to shriek.
Precisely controlling his energy, the plasma energy rays Ron emitted next were no longer for cutting but for exploding.
Every ray that fell in the exhibition hall resulted in two or three robbers being blown up and killed.
"Retreat! Quick, retreat!"
Even Rocket launchers couldn't harm the opponent. In the short ten seconds since the opponent appeared, more than half of his subordinates had been slaughtered like chickens and dogs. The robber leader screamed in terror, calling the remaining seven or eight people, carrying jewels, and firing to suppress as they tried to leave via the stairs.
Bang.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Suddenly teleporting behind them, Ron grabbed the fastest-running robber leader by the neck with one hand, lifting him from the ground like he was strangling a chick.
His gaze turned playfully to those people.
"Ah!"
The others, terrified and desperate, tried to raise their guns and fire, which was met with a sweeping ray.
Deep, scorched grooves appeared on the wall, and the remaining robbers all fell, their chests and abdomens torn open, blood and other things spilling everywhere.
"Only you are left."
Slowly turning his head, a coldness appeared in his eyes, as if he mentioned it casually.
"Oh, what did you call me just now?"
"Surrender, I... I'm willing to surrender."
His two legs kicked weakly, choked by the iron-vice-like hand, the tall robber leader's forehead veins bulged from suffocation, and he spoke with difficulty, trying to surrender to save his life.
He would rather go to prison than see this devil again.
"Wrong answer."
As if regretting his wrong answer, Ron gradually tightened his grip.
"Uh... Uh..."
The robber leader's eyes widened in pain, uttering meaningless, muffled sounds, his face turning purple from suffocation.
A few seconds later, he died, enveloped by pain and despair.
Ron casually threw the body aside like trash.
He didn't care about surrendering or not.
What he wanted to hear was crying pleas, terrified and desperate confessions, and remorseful apologies.
Then, perhaps, he could let him die a quicker death.
"Not only rude, but also brainless."
Crack!
Crashing through the window, Mei, holding her battle sword, saw Ron casually tossing away the robber leader's corpse.
Looking around the messy exhibition hall, she saw gruesome, twisted bodies.
She was stunned; in less than twenty seconds, all thirty heavily armed robbers with heavy firepower were dealt with.
She still maintained her combat stance, knees slightly bent and sword held with both hands, but there were no more robbers in the exhibition hall for her to deal with.
"Oh, you're here?"
Stepping forward, Ron patted her as she stood frozen with her sword raised, chuckling lightly as a reminder.
"Relax, we're done."
"..."
"It seems you do have some ability. I can save myself some trouble."
Her face was very unpleasant, and she said unwillingly, Mei coldly put away her sword. She was going to comfort the hostages.
"I've only seen one person cause this kind of wound.
How did you do it?"
Taking two steps, she saw some of the bodies with charred blood holes in their foreheads from being shot in the head. Her pupils contracted, she stopped, turned to look at Ron, her tone extremely unsettled.
And upon further observation, in a broken area of the floor, Ron had clearly been attacked by a Rocket, yet not even a single strand of his hair was out of place, his hairstyle was still the same. This made her inevitably think of one person.
"It's very simple: I shot lasers from my eyes, and then they died."
Facing the surprised and suspicious Mei, Ron raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.
How obvious was this process? Did she still need to ask?
"Don't brush me off. That's not what I'm asking."
"Isn't that what you're asking?"
"Uh..."
Stumped for a moment, Mei was silent for two seconds.
From her question, Ron's answer was perfectly fine, but her implied meaning was not that.
"You understand what I want to ask."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Ron's, who was a head taller than her, with hidden concern, and asked seriously.
This handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, first received similar treatment to Homelander, and then displayed similar abilities to Homelander. The possibility revealed was too terrifying.
"Isn't it enough that Vought created one monster that could endanger the entire World? Did they create an even younger one?!"
"It seems I have no obligation to satisfy your curiosity."
Ron chuckled softly, refusing to answer.
"..."
Mei frowned in silence.
"I know what you're worried about.
Don't be afraid, Homelander and I are different."
Grabbing a lock of Mei's beautiful hair from her shoulder, he played with it from above, joking.
"The way you are, what you just said has no persuasive power at all."
Seeing this teasing gesture, Mei's face turned ugly, and she slapped his hand away.
"I'm not interested in men; stay away from me."
"Especially little boys who might have been born when I was still in high school."
Having been silently ridiculed about the robbers, she deliberately jabbed at Ron's age, a mocking expression on her face as she looked at him, emphasizing the words 'little boy'.
"Little boy?"
Ron chuckled, not at all angry.
To call him a little boy in terms of age wasn't wrong, but he wasn't born when Mei was in high school. When Mei became a superhero for Vought, he didn't even exist in this World yet.
However, physically, he wasn't a little boy. Had she ever seen a little boy over six feet tall and weighing nearly two hundred pounds?
"I heard you and Homelander used to date."
"Screen couple, for company publicity."
Seemingly resistant to discussing this matter, Mei changed the subject and replied coldly.
"Alright, it's time to go comfort the hostages."
"You showed no restraint when you acted; it was too bloody."
She frowned, looking at the blood splattered everywhere in the exhibition hall.
"I don't care about them."
Ron shrugged, glancing at the hostages huddled in the corner, trembling with fear and pale faces.