American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapters 43 and 42.5: Luncheon.

On the dining table——

Grilled ribs, creamy corn chowder, fresh-baked blueberry pie, and Jonathan's proudly smoked ham.

Lionel cut the ribs with his knife slowly and gracefully.

but
Luther was acting out of character, his fork practically scratching sparks on his plate, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

For him who rarely eats this kind of food, this place is simply heaven!
"Lex."

Lionel frowned slightly and gently pressed the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "Pay attention to etiquette."

The little bald man froze, put down his knife and fork immediately, and beads of sweat oozed from the back of his neck.

Seeing this, Martha couldn't help laughing: "Lex, is the food to your taste?"

"delicious!"

Lex blurted out, but then realized his mistake and lowered his voice three degrees.

"I mean...it tastes very pleasant. Miss Sally cooks at home, so it's rare to find something like this..."

"Miss Sally?" Martha looked at Lionel curiously.

"Nutritionist."

Lionel shook his head helplessly.

"She's responsible for Lex's dietary balance. I'm sorry to bother you all, but this kid usually..." He glanced at the sauce at the corner of Lex's mouth and sighed, "Maybe it's because he doesn't have the opportunity to experience home-cooked meals like this."

"Haha, if it's delicious, eat more!"

Jonathan wielded his fork generously, picked up the ribs, and divided them between the three children's plates, while rubbing Clark's head.

At this moment, the boy was stuffing a whole piece of ham into his mouth, and his cheeks were deformed.

"."

He looked at Dio and Luther who were in elegant postures.

Jonathan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said embarrassedly: "Actually, as long as you eat slower than my kid, you can be considered a civilized person."

"?"

Is this a compliment to me for eating fast?

Clark blinked his blue eyes, puffed out his cheeks, mumbled something incoherent, and then picked up another piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lionel couldn't help laughing and looked towards the other end of the table.

The blond boy was slowly and methodically splitting a blueberry pie with a silver spoon, his red eyes looking like two crystal clear gems in the sunlight.

Watching Dio's elegant dining posture, he secretly admired him.

This blond boy has a calmness that doesn't match his age, and the temperament he exudes in his every move is far beyond that of an ordinary farm boy.

so.
He turned his gaze to Locke again.

It must be what my father taught me!
After all, this man's knowledge and ability completely overturned his perception of those farmers.

Hidden.

That was all Lionel could say.

"Lo"

Just as he was about to speak——

"dong dong dong"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the laughter at the dinner table.

Jonathan wiped his hands and stood up: "You guys continue eating, I'll go take a look."

"boom!"

The moment the door opened, the wind brought unfamiliar sounds into the restaurant.

"Is this Mr. Jonathan Kent?" a middle-aged man asked politely, "Excuse me, but we'd like to have a brief conversation with your child, Clark."

But before Jonathan could respond, another younger voice sounded:

"You're also from the Kent family, right?"

"Well, we were planning to talk to Dio Kent about something, but we couldn't find Mr. Locke Kent."

"Do you know where he went?"

Clark swallowed and stopped talking at the table, looking at Martha with a look of panic on his face.

"Clark."

Holding the boy in her arms, Martha tried to sound calm, but she couldn't hide her worry.

Although Dio on the side was not as nervous as Clark, his fingers also silently clenched the napkin.

Ok?
Lionel frowned slightly as he looked at the two nervous children and
Locke stood up, and the chair made a slight scraping sound on the floor.

"I'm Locke Kent, and I'm right here." His voice was steady and powerful. "What can I do for you two?"

The two uniformed officers exchanged glances, and the older one nodded.

"Hello, Mr. Kent. We're here to inquire about the school bus incident." He pulled out his notebook. "According to the rescue team, Dio was the only child who remained conscious on the shore. We need to ask him about the details of how the school bus got back to the shore from the middle of the river, after all, it was washed up by the water and so on."

"As for Clark," the young officer added, "one of the children who was rescued claimed that it was Clark who broke the car window and saved him. We want to confirm this."

"This"

Jonathan took a deep breath, and the smile on his face froze.

"Mr. Officer, you can see that Clark is only a fourth-grade student. How could he..."

"We understand your concerns," the older officer interrupted. "But the procedure still requires us to speak with the two children in person. We have many details to verify."

Hearing this, Locke and Jonathan took a step forward at the same time and blocked the door more tightly.

“You two.”

Locke's voice turned cold. "The children have just experienced such a fright. Now it's not appropriate to make them relive the nightmare again."

“We know, but…”

The middle-aged police officer wiped his sweat and said, "Mr. Kent, it's difficult for us to do this. The investigation report must be detailed."

"Please step aside, you two." The young police officer showed some displeasure and reached out to forcefully push Jonathan and Locke aside.

"But that's bad, isn't it?"

The sound came from inside the house, passed through the human wall of Jonathan and Locke, and inexplicably made the police officers outside the house stop.

“Forcing child victims to relive traumatic experiences after the fact?”

Lionel wiped his mouth elegantly with a napkin and spoke calmly, "It seems the Smallville Police Department needs to reassess its practices. Perhaps I should also discuss with the mayor about reducing financial support for your department."

The two police officers were stunned.

The younger one murmured quietly: "What is this person talking about?"

"Let them in." Lionel nodded to Locke, his gaze sharp behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "After you're done questioning us, let's ask the Luther Group's legal department how many federal child protection laws this secondary traumatic behavior violates."

Luther Group? Ministry of Law? Child Protection Law?

The middle-aged policeman's face turned pale in an instant.

This familiar voice was undoubtedly the Lionel who had been repairing the bridge that morning.

Didn't Old Tom say the Kents were all honest people? Why are they even connected to the Luther Group?!

And I have to find a lawyer?!
Thinking of those shameless lawyers, the middle-aged policeman made a gurgling sound in his throat.

He grabbed his companion's arm and then almost ran away.

The speed was even faster than that of the IRS commissioner Christen in the morning.

"Sorry to interrupt your meal! We'll come back another day!"

Hearing this noise, Clark finally came out of Martha's arms.

Uncle Vampire is a good man.
Clark couldn't help but think, he picked up a piece of ham, but.
Now even my appetite seems to have disappeared.

Dio continued eating, seemingly unaffected.

Um.
Ignore the words of the crumpled tissue.

With a long sigh of relief, Martha gently put the fork in her hand back on the plate.

"Thanks, Lionel, you know. The kids."

"No need to say anything, Mrs. Kent." Lionel smiled gently. "What the police officers did was undoubtedly illegal. Even if I didn't say anything, Locke and Jonathan would probably go to a children's lawyer first, right?"

"Now that I've spoken, I'm kind of making the decision for you."

"I can't ignore that." Jonathan returned to the table and clapped Lionel's shoulder, his sturdy arm leaving wrinkles in the fabric of his suit. "Thanks, man. You helped us out of a big problem."

Adjusting his collar elegantly, Lionel shook his head. "It's nothing, Jonathan."

"Compared to the big trouble you two helped me solve this morning, this is just a small matter."

"This is no small matter, Lionel."

"Here we are." Locke chuckled and pointed at the two boys. "Nothing is bigger than theirs."

There was silence at the dinner table.

After a while, Lionel suddenly laughed softly.

"In that case."

The man smiled and sighed, "Then we're even, Locke, Jonathan."
-
The helicopter's propellers stirred up a strong airflow, disturbing the waves of wheat beside the farm.

Inside the cabin, Lionel leaned back comfortably on the leather seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

He turned to look at his son beside him, with a rare gentle smile on his face:
"Lex, the Kents are pretty funny, aren't they?"

"Uh-huh."

Luther nodded, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, "Clark and Dio are also very special."

Hearing this, Lionel couldn't help but think of Clark, who had been hiding behind Jonathan and secretly sizing him up since they first met.

At first, I thought that because of my age, I had the same authority as old Luther that scared the child.

As a result, after being questioned by Jonathan for a long time, the boy gave the reason that he was afraid that he would suck his blood.

Lionel couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then cherish this friendship, son." He stroked Luther's bald head. "Dad hopes you can make more friends instead of staying in your bedroom all day fiddling with circuit boards."

"The future of Luther Group is in your hands."

The business tycoon's voice grew serious.

"Research is something the people below you should worry about. What you need to learn is how to control the overall situation and how to lead others! What you need to do is to continuously transform the efforts of generations of our Luther Group into capital!"

"Yeah, Dad."

Luther responded obediently, but couldn't help but say, "Dad, do you know what "

“Boss, phone call.”

The secretary beside him suddenly handed over the headphones and said, "We've contacted the team responsible for policy research."

Taking the communication device, Lionel waved his hand to signal Luther not to speak.

This kind of mistake occurred at a critical juncture in the transition period.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence.

You may be negligent, but the huge group of staff in the company cannot and must not be negligent!

Then
Who is setting up a trap for the Luther Group?

Thinking of this, Lionel's expression turned cold.

Seeing his father busy with work again, Luther lowered his head silently.

Through the porthole he could also see the chimneys of the Kent farm in the distance, with white smoke rising slowly from them.

Relaxed, comfortable and warm
Like another world.

I really envy Dio and Clark.
"boom--!"

The helicopter flew through the clouds, leaving that world far behind.

(End of this chapter)