I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

A figure leaped down from the building, smashing the taxi parked at the entrance and turning it into a bloody mess.

"Taylor, I've heard there are a few stubborn farmers who refuse to sell their land?"

He withdrew his cold gaze and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Get the car ready, let's go to the town. I'll talk to them."

……

The golden midday sun shone through the glass into the room.

David and Clark opened the door and returned home, only to find that they couldn't smell any aroma of lunch.

The atmosphere was so somber and oppressive.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong with you?"

David was surprised as he entered the room.

In the living room, Jonathan, the father, sat at the dining table with a troubled expression, while Martha, the mother, stood angrily to the side, as if they had just had a huge argument, and neither of them spoke to the other.

This situation has been extremely rare in this cozy little home over the past decade or so.

"What is this, Dad?"

Seeing his parents arguing, Clark was puzzled and worried, and pointed to the documents that Jonathan was looking at over and over again.

"It was your father's contract to sell our farm and house."

When the topic came up, Martha couldn't contain her anger, her eyes reddening as she accused her husband.

"How could you not consult me ​​first? Who told me that this land was our family heirloom? Who told me that we would live here forever!"

"what?"

The two brothers were taken aback.

They were fine in the morning, and when they came home from school at noon, their house and land were gone in the blink of an eye.

David frowned, took a step closer, and confirmed it with some disbelief.

"Father, did you really sell our Kent Farm and Kent House?"

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Chapter 41 Template Integration 99

It's hard to imagine that Jonathan, the father, sold the farm he had run for half his life without consulting anyone in the family or saying a word.

"Dad, who did you sell the farm and the house to?"

Clark couldn't help but ask as well.

“It was sold to Rick Rickman of Rickman Enterprises, who planned to build a chemical plant here.” Martha couldn’t understand why her husband would do such a thing.

He clearly hates those factories that illegally discharge pollutants the most.

"I don't know what happened."

His name was clearly signed on the lead-printed contract. As he stroked the contract in his hand, Jonathan's eyes were somewhat dazed, as if he were in a dream, and he recounted the bizarre events.

“I was working in the barn when he came in with his men and again offered to buy my farm. I firmly refused.”

"He looked regretful and shook my hand before leaving."

"after……"

Jonathan tried hard to recall, but it was as if a piece of his memory had been ripped out, leaving his mind blank.

"I think I signed this for no reason."

"like?"

David keenly grasped the key points.

"I don't remember that part of it, but it is indeed my signature."

The handwriting was exactly the same, and Jonathan shook his head in frustration.

"What should we say in court?"

My husband is possessed by an evil spirit?

The mother, Martha, was furious; her chest heaved violently as she turned to her two sons and said sadly.

“I sent the original contract to a lawyer for consultation. He said that the contract had no loopholes and that we had almost no chance of winning a lawsuit. We had no choice but to move out within three days.”

"But this is our home, we have always lived here, on this land."

Clark stared wide-eyed, unable to imagine leaving the home and farm where he had grown up.

"Not anymore."

Jonathan said with a hint of annoyance.

“I inherited this ancestral land from your grandfather, and then I sold it for $100,000. I don’t understand it.”

He was certain that no one had held a gun to his wife and children, forcing him to sign the contract.

The sudden bad news that they would have to move away from the farm and land where the Kent family had lived for generations caught them off guard, and the atmosphere became extremely somber. No one cared about lunch anymore.

"Perhaps I can ask someone for help and see if he has any solutions."

As if struck by a thought, Clark's eyes lit up as he looked at his parents.

“I saved Lex’s life. Although you taught me from a young age not to expect anything in return for helping others, I don’t think this is the time to be reserved.”

After saying that, he glanced at David, who was frowning in thought, and his eyes showed a serious look.

This time, he wanted to prove to his younger brother that he was not the only one who could protect the family, but he could too, and he would resolve the matter gently.

No one will suffer any unnecessary harm as a result!

"I don't want to have anything to do with the Luther family."

Father Jonathan instinctively resisted.

"Do you have any other ideas now, Jonathan?"

Faced with his wife Martha's slightly angry question, Jonathan, the head of the family, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

"He is an ability user."

After thinking for a moment, David suddenly said.

He couldn't think of any other possibility for such a bizarre event.

"Is Rickman a power user?"

Upon hearing the words "ability user," Clark's expression changed, and he thought about it carefully.

He and his brother have encountered several strange and unusual individuals with special abilities, some of whom can generate electricity, some of whom are like insects, and some of whom can shapeshift and absorb heat.

It's not surprising that there's someone with the ability to bewitch people these days.

"Like the person who attacked the school and Tina?"

The couple exchanged glances, their faces showing surprise and disbelief as they recalled the electric-powered individual and Tina that their two sons had mentioned last time.

"What else could make Dad sell this farm he loves without even consulting us?"

David shrugged at his parents.

"But how do we resolve this now?" He deliberately adopted a relaxed demeanor to avoid affecting the couple, who remained frowning.

Even if they knew the root of the problem, could they really tell the judge in court that Rickman had superpowers and had bewitched their family, thus invalidating the contract?

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, let me go and talk to him."

David narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.

“With this secret in mind, Mr. Rickman might change his mind.”

He spoke gently, as if he were genuinely going to reason with the other person, and then turned to leave.

Clark's expression changed. Based on the previous examples of people who had become vegetative, he believed that David's expression meant he was not just going to have a talk.

"I'll go as well."

"Clark, David, you need to be careful."

With Clark accompanying them, Jonathan and Martha felt much more at ease and called their two sons over several times to give them instructions.

“If it really doesn’t work out, our family can find another place to stay in town. It won’t interfere with your schooling. The integrity of a family doesn’t depend on where it lives.”

David nodded, reassuring his parents not to worry, and then turned and left.

Not far along, Clark, who had caught up, glanced back at the farm and said as he walked.

"Your parents don't know that you don't actually need my protection at all."

Instead, I will protect others from your control.

His parents had no idea what David was really like, the real reason he was causing them so much trouble. But he couldn't tell them the truth; he had to cover it up for David, who was causing him so much headaches.