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“I’m here to find the author of a manuscript that Wayne Enterprises’ publishing house received today.” He nodded slightly to Ian. “I presume you are Mr. Ian Kent?”
Batman, pretending to be a respectable human being, spoke in a gentle tone and appeared extremely polite.
"You actually submitted your novel?!" Clark was clearly taken aback that Ian was actually thinking about publishing his work. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned to look at his youngest son.
His gaze was quite surprised and strange.
“I must let the world appreciate my extraordinary talent.” Ian nodded matter-of-factly, appearing as if he were thinking of the world and wanting to enlighten America’s masses with a noble and righteous air.
"..."
Clark's expression was priceless.
Compared to his silence.
Bruce, however, affirmed Ian's confidence.
"It is indeed a very talented work."
He made his comments without changing his expression.
Clark felt that Bruce had ulterior motives.
"Are you serious?"
Clark frowned, his piercing eyes fixed intently on Bruce outside the door. Bruce remained unmoved, meeting Clark's gaze directly.
"Please don't doubt my judgment as an investor." Bruce's voice was calm, as if stating a common fact. "I'm just doing what a businessman should do."
“Mr. Kent’s book will definitely make me a fortune in a certain market.” He spoke with such certainty that Clark was completely taken aback.
He truly didn't know whether to continue suspecting Bruce's ill intentions or to question the current state of people's mental health. The throbbing in his temples was a Kryptonian hypertension that Clark hadn't experienced in a long time.
“Congratulations, Clark, you’re about to have a son worth millions.” Bruce’s smile widened, and his tone sounded genuinely congratulatory.
Hear the words.
Clark remained silent.
Ian's eyes lit up.
“Really? Mr. Wayne, who always talks the talk on TV!” Ian’s head popped out from under Clark’s armpit; he was never stingy with his praise.
"I promise."
Bruce smiled and nodded.
"What an impolite old father... Please come in! Please come in!" Ian instantly transformed into the most enthusiastic host, pushing aside Clark, who was still in a state of speechlessness and confusion, and ushered Bruce into the house.
how to say.
Since the other party has come knocking on our door.
There must be an explanation.
No matter how much resistance you show, it's useless.
Moreover, Ian didn't want to offend Franklin.
"Want to try my mom's broccoli? It's a really healthy white dish!" Ian led Bruce into the dining room and offered his plate of broccoli to Batman, who was disguised as a human.
"No, thank you." Bruce glanced at the wilted green plants on the plate and the suspicious paste on them, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly.
His intuition told him.
He might get a serious illness after eating this.
"Who's here? Hmm?"
Louise came out of the kitchen and saw Bruce sitting down. Her expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just looked up at Clark, who followed her in.
Clark gave his wife a barely perceptible shake of his head.
“My son may have talents that I don’t appreciate, but I don’t think that publishing a book is worth someone as busy as you making a personal trip to my door.”
Clark sat down opposite Bruce.
"you're right."
Bruce calmly pulled a cleverly designed device from the inside pocket of his trench coat.
“But what if we add this…don’t I have the right to conduct an investigation?” He pressed a button on the living room television, and the screen automatically lit up, showing tonight’s evening news.
"A witness captured this dramatic moment on their phone," the news anchor's voice boomed from the loudspeaker. "Superwoman has once again saved a Boeing passenger plane from crashing."
"This is the 364th plane crash this year, and the 360th Boeing crash. As a member of the public, I can't help but ask, what about the other four plane crashes?"
This question.
That's perfectly reasonable.
however.
Followed by.
The camera pans to a blurry cell phone video, showing Kara standing confidently in front of the plane, giving an interview, while behind her, a figure wearing a stocking over their head is charging for photos with the survivors.
"According to highly reliable sources, a new superhero has appeared, and he and Supergirl were at the scene of another accident shortly after the plane crash."
"We can reasonably infer that this man is a rookie hero, learning from Supergirl—a very apt nickname given to him by enthusiastic netizens."
The host was delivering the news very seriously.
however.
Outside the television set.
Hearing how people address him.
Ian's expression immediately went blank.
"What the heck!? Stocking Man?"
They are facing what could very well be their own origin story as an independent NPC.
He has truly become a red-hot individual.
At this moment, Ian had a desire to make the whole world suffer, but then he thought that if he did, his title might change from Stocking Man to Stocking Freak or Doctor Stocking.
He calmed down again.
"Actually, I wear a 'meat stocking' mask. You should call me Meat Stocking Hero, but Meat Stocking Superman sounds pretty good too, like a true hero." Ian suddenly corrected the TV host's statement in a calm tone.
"????"
Batman rarely loses his composure.
Unless you really can't hold it in anymore.
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have to say.
Ian is really good at self-regulation.
He felt he had a deep understanding of Darwin's theory of survival. However, compared to the boy who had already accepted his fate, the other three people present were far less empathetic.
"you……"
Upon hearing Ian correct the TV host's statement, Bruce nearly lost his composure. He looked at Ian with a strange expression, unsure why he had suddenly become inexplicably wary.
"Snapped!"
Clark's slap on the forehead was loud and muffled, the sound of his steel forehead striking its own. Louise, meanwhile, silently returned to the kitchen, suppressing the urge to launch into a tirade, a comment she, as a talkative journalist, felt compelled to make.
Don't doubt it, it's really difficult.
So Louise poured herself a glass, then two, then three or four glasses of red wine, and downed them in one gulp. In her slightly tipsy state, she actually thought the nickname "Rose Superman" wasn't so bad after all.
He's definitely drunk.
“Ian and his family are on TV. I don’t think it’s a big deal, is it?” Clark remained wary of Bruce. After calming himself down, he picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
"Uh, we haven't gotten to my close-up yet." Ian was a little unsatisfied. After seeing his own image on the news, he understood a little better why Homelander loved the spotlight so much.
Clark ignored him.
He just stared at Bruce sitting across from him.
"I did some research after seeing this news, and I'm just here to satisfy my curiosity. Don't overthink it." Bruce's expression seemed very sincere.
Clark shook his head.
"Bruce, after knowing you for so many years, I've come to understand one thing: when it comes to anything involving you, I can never think of enough."
Clark's gaze was very deep.
Bruce chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing his lower lip. He didn't deny it. "Perhaps it's because your super brain isn't really functioning as it should?"
He even made a sarcastic remark.
"Ah."
Upon hearing this, Clark first frowned, then suddenly laughed for some reason.
“I may not be as smart as you, Bruce, but… I do have my moments of brilliance sometimes.” With that, the old father walked toward the stairs, leaving Bruce looking puzzled.
“Your father has a lot of prejudice against me.” Bruce watched Clark disappear into the second-floor corridor, then turned to Ian, looking utterly helpless.
“Mr. Wayne, please forgive my father for being quite old and not very adept at social etiquette. He is not like me, who is very skilled in social interactions.”
Ian began to offer emotional support.
He also took the opportunity to praise himself.
"Oh?"
Bruce raised an eyebrow at Ian with interest.
He squinted as if assessing something.
"Ian, what are your plans after you get your first payment?" Batman, disguised as a human, suddenly asked, a blatant probing question.
Ian stroked his chin, deep in thought; he didn't feel he needed to hide anything.
"I plan to start a technology company, integrate the current food delivery market, take huge cuts from merchants and delivery drivers, and then use all the profits to engage in legal usury."