American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 249 Divine Capital: How old are you to dare bring a strange woman home for the night while your father is away?!

The moment Selena followed Dior into the Kent house.
She felt as if she had not stepped into a farmhouse, but rather into some bizarre and fantastical theater.

Under warm and bright lights
At the center of the stage, what first captured her entire gaze were two…

Two silver-haired babies floating in mid-air?!

They were like forgotten little cherubs in a Renaissance mural, leisurely drawing small circles in the air, their silver baby hair gleaming softly in the light.

Selena's breath hitched.
His gaze seemed to be drawn in by a magnet before breaking free and rapidly scanning the entire space.

Then I saw a little boy with black hair and black eyes, puffed up in anger.
A quiet, elegant white-haired girl stood to the side.

And the black-haired, golden-eyed boy who was being held in Dior's arms, looking quite displeased...

One, two, three, four... a total of four children!
Plus a girl who is clearly not an ordinary person!
Holy Saviors! What...what is all this?!

Two flying babies?! What kind of new breed is this?!

Four children?! And one... uh, a white-haired girl who doesn't seem very bright?
Could it be... that this woman is Dio's wife?! And these... are all his sons?! He already has such a large family?!

The shock of this idea was far more dizzying to her than any gun barrel or claws.

She glanced instinctively at the silver-haired baby in the air, then quickly at Dio's dazzling blond hair. An absurd yet unsettling biological question uncontrollably surfaced from her chaotic thoughts:
blonde and white hair... can they grow silver hair?

Is that how it's calculated in genetics? Mendel didn't mention it in her junior high textbook.
But if all of this is true, then wouldn't all her previous careful probing and the subtle thoughts hidden in her eyes have become a self-indulgent one-woman show?
What a huge joke...

Fortunately, this breathtaking conjecture only lasted three seconds.

The next moment, she heard the little boy with black hair and black eyes shout at Dio:

"Brother Dior!"

"elder brother…"

The word was like heavenly music, shattering the terrifying story of the "king's secret harem" that she had just built in her mind.

Brother... turns out he's the younger brother...

Selena almost breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing.

The inexplicable bitterness and shock from before quickly faded, replaced by a sense of absurdity that was both laughable and... an even stronger curiosity.

It turned out that it wasn't his wife and children, but his younger brother and sister.

Well.
So, the true identity of this Gotham 'King' on the farm is that of a patriarch who needs to take care of a group of younger siblings?

"Is this always like this in your house?" she asked the little boy beside her.

"Yes!"

The little boy subconsciously chimed in, his tone tinged with emotion, "But it's extremely rare for a god to be personally punished by Brother Dio..."

"?"

The boy's voice stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Watching this 'family drama' unfold with great interest, Selena paid no attention to the dark-haired boy who had just come to his senses.

"Divine Capital, do you... have anything to say?" Dio asked coldly.

"Do it now!" The boy named Shen Du raised his small face, his bright golden eyes closed resolutely, and he assumed a posture of sacrificing himself. "I have nothing more to say!"

However, the silence lasted only two seconds before he couldn't help himself. He quietly opened his eyes a crack and whispered in an almost pleading tone, "Can we not tell Dad?"

Dior laughed angrily: "Starting today, I'm cutting off your sundae for three days."

"Look how much weight you've gained lately..." Dio said speechlessly, weighing the heavy object in his hand. "At least five pounds... You're only six years old, aren't you? God..."

These words seemed to have hit Shen Du right where it hurt.

He immediately bared his teeth, and seeing that the sundae was hopeless, his golden eyes darted around, seizing the opportunity to counterattack, and decisively turned his attention to the 'thing' that Dio had brought.

He raised his chin and sneered, "And you?! Dio Kent!"

"You're only sixteen, and you dare to bring a strange woman home to spend the night while your father is away?! How do you explain that?!"

This sudden counterattack was so swift and ruthless that it left Salafir, who had been observing silently, speechless with shock. He nodded repeatedly, his eyes conveying the message: "Exactly!"
Taken aback by the sudden accusation, Dio clearly had neither the interest nor the patience to explain the whole story to these little brats.

He released his grip on Shen Du's collar, letting the other man hover in mid-air, and said indifferently:

"It's just a stray cat we picked up from the road; we're just finding a place to put it for now."

Shen Du patted his clothes.

“Dio.” He clearly didn’t accept this explanation and continued to threaten, “If you don’t give me back my sundae, I’ll tell…”

"up to you."

Dior interrupted him abruptly, his tone revealing impatience.

Then, ignoring the few children behind him, he turned and headed straight for the stairs, while gesturing with his eyes to the shocked Selena to follow him.

However, before going upstairs, he paused, and without turning his head, gave instructions to Salafir, Kayla, and the newly arrived God in the living room:
"You three, remember to take care of those two later."

He pointed to Virgil and Dante, who were finally being held in Salafir and Keira's arms and seemed completely unaware of what had just happened, and said, "Put them back in the nursery."

"Don't forget about them in the living room again, like before!"

After saying that, he stepped upstairs and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Selena swallowed her shock, waved to the children in the living room who had various expressions, and followed them briskly.

Only in the living room remained Salafir holding Dante, Keira holding Virgil, and Dionysus, who had lost three days' worth of sundaes and was making a face at the direction of the stairs.

Following Dior up the stairs to the second floor, the wooden steps creaked slightly.

Selena followed Dio, step by step into the deeper darkness.

Dior's silhouette remained broad, casting a silent shadow under the swaying lights, as always giving off a sense of oppression.

However, Selena's attention could not be fully focused on this reliable body.

The clear, golden-eyed brat's voice kept swirling in her ears—

"You are."

That number stirred up ripples in her heart.

I swallowed unconsciously; my throat felt a little dry.

What kind of international joke are you kidding? !

Countless images flashed through her mind.
In the Iceberg Club, there sits the 'King' who can silence the Gotham Penguins with a single glance.

At the negotiating table, he displayed a calmness, insight, and almost ruthless decisiveness far beyond his years.

And just now, in the rainy night, he effortlessly made the enemy embed themselves into the wall like an ornament...

All of this... actually belongs to one...

An absurd feeling seized her.

She always thought Dior was at least in his early twenties, and that his composure and sophistication were the result of years of experience.

But now.
No wonder his actions sometimes have a touch of... awkward childishness.
No wonder his views on certain matters have a sharp, black-and-white perspective.
And that face, if you look closely, does indeed still retain some of the youthful features that haven't completely faded, but they're usually hidden by that overwhelming aura and those icy red eyes.

Thinking back to my previous subtle flirting, those ambiguous probing attempts…

A surge of heat unexpectedly rushed up Selena's cheeks, burning all the way to her ears.

This feeling is just... so weird!
But then, another, more complex emotion welled up inside.

At this age…

What kind of past could have sculpted a boy who should have been wasting his youth in school into the person he is today?
Controlling a portion of Gotham's underworld, navigating between various dangerous forces, and at the same time...

And on such an obviously unusual farm, he also has to take care of a group of equally unusual younger brothers?
Could it be that.
Like himself, he experienced many upheavals in his childhood. At a young age, he had nowhere else to turn but to commit crimes so that his family could live a better life.

She looked up and gazed again at Dior, who had already reached the second-floor corridor and was pushing open a door.

That silhouette
It seems as if they were born to bear the shadow of an entire city.

This room seems out of place in this cozy farmhouse. The cold gray walls are bare, devoid of any unnecessary decorations.

Everything exudes rigor and order.

The air was filled with the crisp scent of soapberry, just like the scent emanating from him.

Following Dior, Selena took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the cool wooden floor.

The dress, soaked by the rain, still clung tightly to every curve, outlining her firm thighs and rounded hips.

Selena swept her wet, black curly hair to one side, revealing her graceful neckline and earlobes slightly reddened by the chill. She glanced around before her gaze finally settled on Dio.
That profile, its features even more defined in the dim light.
I didn't know just now
But now I know.
On the contrary, I felt that they were a bit green.
A mischievous thought, tinged with a hint of excitement that even Selena herself was unaware of, quietly peeked out from the depths of her heart.

She leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, one leg slightly bent, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice trailed off softly, carrying a cat-like slyness:
"You really are..."

"Shut up."

Dior coldly interrupted her without turning around, but walked straight to the wardrobe, turned his back to her, and took off his soaking wet coat, revealing his well-defined muscles wrapped in a black T-shirt.

However, this only conveyed a coldness tinged with a commanding tone.
This only deepened Selena's smile.

Instead of shutting up, she took light steps and walked towards him.

The groans from the floor disappeared completely under her deliberate control; she was like an elegant black panther, silently approaching her prey in the night.

“Okay, okay, ‘Brother Dior’.” She deliberately emphasized the title, her voice low, her warm breath almost touching his back. “Since you’re my brother, it’s not too much to ask those ‘stray cats I picked up’ to find some dry clothes to wear, is it?”

As she spoke, she quietly extended a finger and, through the thin fabric, very slowly, inch by inch, traced it from his taut shoulder blade toward his waist.

The movements were as light as a feather, yet carried a hint of provocation.

Dior's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

Selena could even imagine how deep his eyes must be, those red eyes perhaps churning with anger at being offended, and...

A certain chaotic emotion that has been stirred up.

This made her blood feel like it was boiling.

Just when she thought Dior would end the cat-and-mouse game with words or more direct actions, as he had done before, Dior suddenly turned around.

The distance between the two was brought to an extreme.

Selena didn't even have time to back away; her nose almost collided with his hard chest.

She was forced to look up and meet those red eyes burning with complex flames.

"Are you sick?" Dio asked calmly.

Selena's lips twitched, but she maintained perfect composure.

She even curled the corners of her lips, meeting those eyes that were so close to hers without fear.
However, this near-frozen standoff lasted only a few seconds.

The storm in those eyes was so real that it finally cracked the composure on Selena's face.

With a twist of her waist and a push of her feet, she gracefully slid out from under Dior's arm, creating a gust of wind mixed with rain and a cool fragrance.

She landed lightly a meter or two away, creating a safe distance between them.

However, after stopping, Selena did not look at him. Instead, she subconsciously raised her hand and took out a small silver mirror from an almost invisible pocket on the arm of her dress.

She held up the mirror and carefully examined her reflection.

well.

The specially formulated eyeliner gel has excellent waterproof properties; even the rain in Gotham couldn't smudge her carefully drawn upturned eyeliner, and her makeup remained deep and captivating.

She nodded almost imperceptibly with satisfaction, then stretched out her slender fingers and slowly tucked a few strands of damp, curly hair that clung to her cheek behind her ear.

She revealed her face, which was still breathtakingly beautiful even after all the commotion.

Only after doing all this did Selena finally lift her eyes and look at the man who had returned to his indifferent expression.

Her red lips pouted slightly, and her tone carried a hint of languor:
"That's not very gentlemanly of you, Mr. Kent."

Dior's lips twitched slightly.

He didn't even bother to cast a superfluous glance at this flirting game that he considered meaningless.

He turned around and casually pulled a dry black shirt from the closet.
But looking at the huge "S" on his chest in the reflection, Dior felt numb.
Clark, that guy, mixed the clothes in again.
Dior glanced at Selena, who looked on with curiosity, and kept his expression calm as he pulled a simple black USB drive from his soaked pants pocket.

He walked straight to the desk in the corner of the room, sat down in front of the computer, and inserted the USB drive into the port.

However.
What happened next almost made Selena, who was watching with her arms crossed, burst out laughing.

The computer seemed to lack a mouse, so this iceberg king could only struggle with the computer, a symbol of modern technology, in an almost primitive way.

His brow was furrowed, and his fingers were stiffly tapping on the keyboard.

However, it is difficult to access the file path using only commands.
Selena initially watched with interest, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Gradually, that faint smile turned into an uncontrollable arc, and finally, when Dior became frustrated once again because he couldn't find the path...
She finally couldn't help but laugh, her shoulders trembling slightly as she looked at the king, whose back was stiff with anger, her eyes filled with a playful, gentle light.

It's hard to imagine that in the 21st century, there are still young people and centenarians who are unable to use a computer independently.
"It seems that even our 'King' has things he's not good at."

With a sexy and languid cat-like gait, Selena strolled leisurely behind him, leaning down slightly so that her warm breath, carrying her unique fragrance, gently brushed against Dior's ear.

Her breath was sweet and fragrant, and her voice was full of undisguised laughter:
Do you need a stray cat to help you?

Before Dior could even speak, Selena gracefully turned around.

She didn't pull up the chair next to her, nor did she give him any chance to get up.

As a rich, cool fragrance wafted over, she naturally and effortlessly sat sideways on his lap.

Beneath the thin fabric of the dress lies an amazing softness and elasticity.

Selena, however, seemed oblivious.

She leaned back slightly, her back almost completely pressed against Dior's hard chest, enveloping him in her fragrance and body heat.

In stark contrast to the 'centenarian's' previous clumsy typing, her fingertips danced across the keyboard.
On the screen, as her fingers danced, lines of green code that ordinary people could not understand scrolled rapidly like a waterfall, and several windows popped up and disappeared under her precise control.

In just over ten seconds, with the final crisp Enter key, the game ended.

"It's done."

Selena spoke lazily, and all the code windows on the screen disappeared instantly, with a folder quietly appearing on the desktop.

She finished her performance, leaned back slightly, and nestled more comfortably in his arms. She turned her head, a smug smile on her lips, as if waiting for his praise or next move.

However.
"I think there might really be something wrong with your brain, Miss Selena."

Dior's voice was calm and even; he didn't even look down at her.

"Although this is only my second time using a computer."

"But even so, I know that you don't need to make it so complicated to plug in a USB drive, right?"

His face was expressionless, but his tone revealed undisguised confusion:
What were you doing pressing those buttons just now?

Selena stiffened slightly in Dior's arms, and the smug smile on her face instantly turned into an embarrassed one.

She coughed lightly, trying to cover up the embarrassment caused by her previous display of skill:
"Ahem... Let's see what's inside..."

Then, he stopped joking and his expression became serious.

Type in the code and enter the folder that was just 'decrypted'.

Several documents labeled with dates and numbers appeared on the screen, looking like some kind of experimental log?

She clicked on the first one.

A video window popped up, and the image was shaking.

The background is a cold-looking, outdated laboratory.

A man with slightly disheveled hair, wearing a white coat, appeared in front of the camera.

“I am Dr. Alex Montez, an Arkham Research Fellow.”

(End of this chapter)