"Yes, Homelander!"
"We received confirmed intelligence that a conflict between superpowered individuals occurred here, so we rushed over to take control of the situation."
"We just didn't expect you to be here."
After quickly steadying her emotions, the woman with the slicked-back hair nodded and admitted her identity, briefly explaining the situation to Alex.
"This is within your Department of Damage Control's responsibilities. I don't blame you."
"But from now on, you are not to touch this girl. And in the future, you are not to disturb her either."
"That's all. You can leave."
Alex made his demand in a tone that was utterly domineering.
"Could you give me a little time?"
The woman naturally didn't dare to defy Alex's wishes, but she also couldn't just withdraw because of a single sentence.
Unlike Najma and her people, she came from a legitimate government agency.
She couldn't make decisions that casually.
"I need to report this."
She took out her phone and said carefully to Alex.
This was a reasonable request, and Alex wasn't so overbearing as to refuse even that.
He said nothing—nor did he object.
The woman immediately stepped aside, made a quick call, then returned.
"All units, stand down!"
Soon after, she came back and immediately called out to her agents.
"Sorry about that, Homelander."
After offering that line, she led all her agents away.
"Homelander, they were agents, right?"
"You were so cool just now!"
Kamala stared at Alex with starry eyes, full of admiration.
"All right, go back and think it over."
"When you've decided, let me know."
Alex patted Kamala gently on the head.
"But Homelander, I don't have your phone number."
As she said this, anticipation crept onto Kamala's face.
Would she actually get Homelander's contact information?
Oh my God—just thinking about it made her excited beyond words.
"Uh…"
Alex rubbed his nose. "I don't have business cards. But when you've decided, just call my name. I'll hear it."
Kamala looked completely confused.
"I don't really understand. Who am I supposed to shout at? Or what? Are you giving me some kind of communicator or walkie-talkie?"
If that were the case, that would be even better!
"No. Just shout it out."
"'Homelander'? Just like that?"
"That's it. My hearing is a bit better than most people's."
Boom!
After saying that, Alex didn't linger.
He stepped onto his surfboard and shot straight into the sky.
"Homelander—Homelander was just here!"
"I can't believe Homelander actually showed up here!"
"I saw Homelander with my own eyes!"
Only then did cries of shock and excitement erupt around them.
Kamala felt lightheaded, as if she were floating into the sky.
"Kamala, you actually know Homelander? Oh my God, this is insane!"
"Why didn't you ever tell us!"
Her relatives and friends swarmed around her, nearly drowning her in questions.
They looked even more excited than Kamala herself.
"Mom, Dad, let's go home right now."
"I have something very important to tell you!"
Kamala had no time to deal with anyone else and excitedly said this to her parents.
After getting home, Kamala told them everything.
That Nightlight—who had gone viral online—was actually her.
That she'd pulled the fire alarm at the wedding because the ClanDestines had attacked.
That Homelander had come looking for her because he wanted the bracelet.
She told them everything.
Her parents listened in a daze.
They'd argued before about Nightlight—some for, some against.
Who could have imagined it was their own daughter?
"Kamala, if Homelander wants that bracelet, then give it to him," her mother said.
"Listen to your mom. Something this troublesome is better not kept."
"If Homelander wants it, we can't protect it anyway."
"But if even Homelander wants it, I'm even more curious what it actually is," her father added.
After learning the truth, her parents and brother all shared their thoughts.
They were extremely curious about the bracelet and now realized it was no simple object—they'd all underestimated it.
But…
No matter what they thought, Homelander had spoken. No one dared oppose him.
Besides, he was offering to trade, not steal.
What's more, the bracelet was being targeted by the ClanDestines—it was far too dangerous.
Handing it to Homelander might actually be a good thing.
The family reached an agreement without any trouble.
Next, Kamala called her grandmother in Pakistan and told her everything.
After some hesitation, her grandmother also agreed.
She knew the bracelet was special and held mysterious power—but it was also a burden.
Getting rid of that burden wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Everything went smoothly. Kamala was ecstatic.
"Homelander!"
"Homelander, can you hear me?"
Back in her room, Kamala remembered what Alex had told her and tried calling his name.
"This is so stupid…"
"Can Homelander really hear this?"
After calling a couple of times, she felt embarrassed.
If Homelander could really hear her voice like this, wouldn't that mean he had super hearing?
That was way too exaggerated, wasn't it?
"I can hear you just fine."
"I told you I could."
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
Kamala turned her head in shock—and screamed.
"Homelander!"
She immediately realized she'd shouted too loudly and clamped her hands over her mouth, her face filled with disbelief and excitement.
"You really appeared!"
"You're like a genie from a lamp—you actually showed up!"
"This is way too amazing!"
Kamala was so excited she could barely contain herself.
"So," Alex said calmly, waiting until she settled down, then smiling at her,
"have you made your decision?"
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