"Screech!"

The piercing sound of brakes rang out beneath the apartment building.

Neuman did not wait for the bodyguard to open the door. She shoved it open herself and rushed out.

Under her long, shapely legs, her high heels struck the expensive marble floor in a frantic, uneven rhythm.

She practically threw herself into the elevator like a madwoman, jabbing the button for the top floor again and again.

When the heavy security door was shoved open, Neuman’s heart nearly jumped into her throat.

Thankfully, there was no blood in the living room, and no sign that anything terrible had happened.

A goofy cartoon was playing on the huge LCD TV.

The man in the green Supersuit, radiating an overwhelming pressure, was sprawled casually on the sofa.

And her daughter, Zoe, was sitting obediently beside him.

The little girl was holding a half-eaten KFC mini egg tart in her hands, her eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Of course Zoe was scared.

But Soldier Boy had not hurt her, so all she could do was sit quietly beside him and watch TV.

"Zoe!"

Tears spilled down Neuman’s face.

She tossed aside her expensive designer bag, sprinted over in her high heels, and pulled her daughter tightly into her arms.

"Mommy, why are you crying?"

Zoe jumped in fright, raising her little hand still covered in flaky crumbs, looking completely confused.

Neuman had no time to answer.

Her hands moved frantically over her daughter’s body, checking every inch of bone and skin.

No injuries. Not even a bruise.

Zoe was really okay...

Neuman let out a long breath of relief.

The weakness of someone who had just survived a disaster drained all the strength from her body in an instant.

Even though she knew Soldier Boy probably was not the type to hurt her daughter.

But... who the hell knew?

Soldier Boy was an extremely dangerous Supe.

She held Zoe tightly for a full minute before she finally eased up.

"Be a good girl, Zoe. Take your egg tart and go back to your room..."

Neuman forced out a smile uglier than crying and gently rubbed her daughter’s hair.

"Mommy needs to talk to this... uncle about some grown-up things."

Zoe looked at her red-eyed mother, then at Benjamin, who stood there expressionless, and nodded obediently.

Still, she glanced curiously between the two of them.

Her beautiful, sexy mom.

And the handsome older guy.

They were going to talk about grown-up things...

Could it be...

Zoe was very curious. She really wanted to watch, but she could only listen to her mother and go back to her bedroom.

As the bedroom door clicked shut, Neuman slowly turned around.

The tenderness and motherly warmth on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by vigilance and fear.

"How did you get in?"

Neuman stared at the man on the sofa, her voice trembling but sharp.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

Benjamin raised an eyebrow.

He let out a casual chuckle.

"In this fucked-up world, there’s nowhere I can’t go. I go wherever the hell I want."

He slowly stood up, and that suffocating pressure instantly filled the entire living room.

"As for why I came to find you, do I really need to spell it out?"

"You used to be Vought International’s obedient little dog, Edgar’s mole planted in politics."

Benjamin looked down at her, his eyes full of mockery.

"Now old Edgar’s dead, and you’re pretending you don’t know us? Running around with those dumb-fuck politicians and turning around to come after Vought International?"

"Hmm?"

He took a step closer.

"What? You think my temper and my giant baby of a son’s temper are both that fucking good?"

At the mention of Edgar, Neuman’s pupils shrank violently.

Bloodshot veins instantly crawled through her eyes, and grief filled her voice.

"You bastard, you killed Edgar! And you still expect me to..."

Neuman’s words cut off abruptly.

Benjamin had simply reached out with his right hand and clamped it around Neuman’s pale neck like lightning.

He used no technique, only violence in its purest form.

With one arm, Benjamin lifted Neuman straight into the air as easily as picking up a chick.

Neuman was powerful, but her physical body was not particularly strong. Probably below Maeve.

"Ugh...!"

The intense feeling of suffocation rushed into her brain, and Neuman’s feet kicked wildly in midair.

Her hands dug desperately at Benjamin’s fingers, trying to pry herself free.

But that hand was like a hydraulic clamp cast from iron. It did not move at all.

Endless terror finally exploded completely in Neuman’s eyes.

"Listen, you little bitch."

Benjamin leaned close to her face, his voice freezing cold.

"That old piece of shit Edgar sold me off like trash to a Soviet lab back then."

"I spent forty whole years in that hellhole, tortured like a fucking lab rat..."

The killing intent in Benjamin’s eyes was undisguised.

"Not long ago, he even sent more than thirty Supes to surround and kill me."

"With my temper, I could have butchered Edgar’s whole family, you and your little daughter included, and it still wouldn’t have been a damn bit too much. You understand me?"

Benjamin tilted his head slightly, watching Neuman’s eyes start to roll back.

"But you need to know something. Today, I’m sitting here talking to you nice and civil. I didn’t snap your daughter’s neck. Hell, I even bought her a big meal. So you’d better be fucking grateful, because I’m a good man."

Neuman’s brain was already starved of oxygen, and her vision began to blur.

The fear of death swallowed her whole like a raging deep-sea tide.

She could not die!

If she died, what would happen to Zoe?

Under the force of a fierce survival instinct, Neuman finally erupted.

Her eyes snapped wide open, and her black pupils were instantly covered by an eerie gray-white sheen.

Her Superpower activated.

She drove every bit of psychic power in her body straight into Benjamin’s brain like a sharpened blade.

This was her ability, a killing move that could instantly blow the head of any human whose body was not strong enough into a spray of blood.

One second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Nothing happened. Benjamin did not even blink.

Forget blowing his head off. He did not shed a single drop of blood from his nose, and he did not feel even the faintest bit dizzy.

This blood-manipulation ability, powerful enough to instantly kill Shockwave and The Deep, hit Benjamin like a soft breeze brushing past a mountain forged from steel.

Completely fucking useless.

In Neuman’s gray-white eyes, absolute terror showed through, impossible to hide.

"What... You trying to blow my head off?"

Benjamin sensed the faint fluctuation and instantly understood what she was trying to do.

He did not get angry. Instead, he split his mouth into a grin.

"Come on! I’m standing right here. Put your fucking back into it. Blow my head off, try it! Don’t be such a pussy. That weak-ass power of yours couldn’t even twist off a damn bottle cap..."

Neuman sank into complete despair.

She had already pushed her Superpower to its absolute limit, but she still could not do it.

She could not even make him bleed a single drop.

All Neuman could do was shake her head desperately in midair, choking sounds rattling in her throat.