American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 14 Lex Luthor

"Locke, kids."

Jonathan naturally noticed them and waved enthusiastically through the window.

Martha also stood up immediately and walked out of the cafe quickly with a warm smile on her face.

"children!"

She opened her arms and gave Clark a hug, then turned to Dio, "Are you starving? I ordered your favorite food-"

“Pancakes and maple syrup.”

Dio spoke first, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes, but soon his arrogance returned, "Although I'm not very hungry."

"Gulu~"

But his stomach still made an embarrassing noise.

Martha couldn't help laughing, so she pretended not to hear and gently patted Dio's shoulder:

"Come on in, the muffins are still hot."

Standing aside, Locke watched this scene, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised. He turned to Jonathan and said, "I'll leave these two little guys to you. I'll take someone to check out the corn and oats on our farm later."

"Brother." Jonathan nodded and patted Locke's shoulder vigorously: "Thank you so much."

Apparently, in the past few years, Locke has also promoted Jonathan while selling his crops.

"We're brothers now, so what else can I say?" Locke laughed and punched him back.

"In that case, I won't pretend anymore." Jonathan suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, "I'll treat you at noon, and I still have some money left."

"."

As we all know, due to some force majeure reasons.

Jonathan's "secret money" could never be hidden for more than three days, and Martha could always find it accurately.

But since Jonathan said so, Locke still winked and said in cooperation: "Then I will definitely make a killing."

Turning around and getting into the car, Locke started the engine and drove towards the location he had agreed to meet with Anthony.

Just
"You guy, aren't you hungry?"

He looked back at the car helplessly, Dio's golden hair fluttering in his sight.

Dozens of minutes later, the old Ford pickup truck slowly approached the second entrance and exit of the town.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the brightly lit street ahead.

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, decorations were hung on the doors of shops, and even the lampposts were wrapped with ribbons.

"This is... the Kansas City Ravens won?"

Locke turned to look at Dio in the passenger seat in confusion.

Dio was currently gracefully flipping through a hardcover book.

Hearing this, he sneered without even looking up: "How should I know?"

"Strange." Locke raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't a little boy like you like football?"

"Ah."

Dio slammed the book shut, a hint of disdain flashing in his red eyes.

"Only a gorilla like Clark would enjoy that kind of brutal sport."

Locke was speechless for a moment, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and silently drove the car to the location he had agreed with Anthony.

There, a middle-aged man in a neat suit was being warmly received by Anthony.

"This should be the big boss."

Locke parked the car and looked at the man thoughtfully.

The other person had a meticulously slicked-back haircut, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were as sharp as an eagle, and his every move revealed the elegance and aloofness unique to the upper class.

"Dad, that man."

Locke's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"His watch," Dior lowered his voice, "is a limited edition Patek Philippe. It costs at least $20."

Locke gasped in surprise. This was equivalent to his farm's net income for two years.
"Is that the point? And how do you know about Patek Philippe?" Locke patted Dior's head unhappily and said, "Did you peek at my Playboy again?"

“No, only Clark would be curious about that kind of thing,” Dio retorted. “Hey, Clark did everything, didn’t he?”

"Dad, I've already told you, I'm just checking out the trends. I'm not interested in those girls with heavy makeup."

"You admit you watched it, right?"

"?!"

Before Dio could refute, Anthony, who was not far away, had noticed them and immediately trotted over to meet them.

This shrewd middleman wore a brand new suit today, his tie was tied meticulously, and even his usually messy beard was neatly trimmed.

"Locke! You're finally here!"

Anthony enthusiastically grabbed Locke's arm, glanced at Dio standing beside him, and asked knowingly with a smile, "Who is this young master?"

"My son, Dio." Locke said unhappily, his eyes cast on the man in a suit not far away.

Anthony immediately understood and pulled the two of them forward.

"Mr. Luther, this is Locke Kent, whom I mentioned to you. He is one of the best farmers here."

Luther?

Locke's pupils suddenly shrank.

Luther with hair?

He subconsciously looked at the top of the other person's head, his thick blond hair shining in the sunlight.

This doesn't look like Luther, does it?

"Dad." Dio reminded quietly, nudging his distracted father with his elbow.

"Ah, sorry." Locke finally came to his senses and noticed the other person's outstretched hand. He quickly reached out and shook it. "I'm Locke Kent, and this is my child, Dio Kent."

"Lionel, Lionel Luthor."

"Nice to meet you, the best farmer in Kansas." The man smiled slightly, not caring about Locke's rudeness at all, and then pulled out a thin boy from behind: "This is my son, Lex Luthor."

This is the real master.

Locke smiled and looked at Clark's old enemy curiously.

Little Luther looked to be about ten years old, with sparse blond hair and a pair of oversized round-framed glasses on his pale face.

He hid timidly behind his father like a frightened quail.

Um.
There is no trace of the future hero.

"this kid"

Lionel smiled apologetically. "He encountered some turbulence on the helicopter coming here and got scared."

"Please don't mind, Mr. Locke."

Squinting his eyes, Dio looked at his peer, a glimmer of inquiry flashed in his red pupils.

Little Lex seemed to feel the gaze and shrank even further behind his father.

"It's ok."

"You do get nervous when you fly for the first time," Locke said gently. "And Dio was pretty scared the first time he rode a tractor."

"father!"

Dio protested immediately, his face flushing crimson.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lionel laughed heartily. "That's what children do. By the way, Mr. Locke, I heard about your farm."

"Father."

At this moment, Lex suddenly spoke timidly, "Can I go play with Mr. Dior first?"

His voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it stunned everyone present.

gentlemen?

Dio raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He likes this name.

(End of this chapter)