American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 130 Clark Has a Plan

Running across the open field, the wind howled in my ears.

The wheat swayed in the wind, and a figure appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of a big tree. Without saying a word, he raised his fist and swung it out.

"Bang!"

A sturdy old tree, several decades old, became Clark's tool for venting his anger.

The rough bark, along with the heartwood, was shattered by a single punch, leaving a hole the size of a fist.

"Preaching, preaching!" Clark kept swinging his fists, so fast that they became afterimages, causing the air to whistle.

"Are you going to lecture me? What exactly do I need to do?"

"Only then can they be satisfied!"

"Bang bang bang!"

He kept punching the poor old tree until it could no longer bear it, and a broken branch let out a "wailing".

"Boom!"

Dusk painted the earth golden.

The tree crashed to the ground with a loud thud, startling the birds in the woods into scattering.

Clark gasped for breath, having vented his anger, and now he felt great.

Clark picked up the barrel from the pile of weeds and drank it down in large gulps.

Feel the spicy alcohol explode on your taste buds and flow down your esophagus into your stomach.

The drink Gino gave Clark was obviously very unusual, and Clark soon became drunk.

"Thump~"

Clark collapsed onto the grass.

Unlike others, Clark tends to have wild thoughts when he's drunk.

He thought of Lana, then of Ms. Atkins's perfect and alluring figure, and then, well, shamefully, of Jesse's smooth belly this morning.

A burning sensation rose from my abdomen, like a layer of flames.

Her eyes were slightly warm, with a hint of soreness.

Clark closed his eyes and rubbed them.

He felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He lowered his hand and opened his eyes again. In the next instant, a scorching wave of heat surged from his eyes, which then condensed into a blood-red beam of light due to the extreme heat.

"Buzz!"

The blinding heat surged and slammed into another old tree. In an instant, the terrifying temperature ignited the tree, and the flames spread and burned at an extremely fast speed.

Clark collapsed to the ground, unable to believe his eyes.

"What, what's going on?"

It seems that my eyes can emit some kind of energy?

Clark staggered to his feet and walked toward the charred trees.

Looking at the scorch marks on the tree, Clark was certain that after acquiring the body of steel, he had once again gained additional superpowers.

"Phew~"

A newspaper was lifted by the howling autumn wind and fell from the clouds.

Clark glanced at the newspaper, where a photograph of a man was displayed on the front page: "Gotham City's Bruce Wayne Plans to Invest Heavily in Improving Gotham's Urban Wellbeing."

"Gotham? What's the point of saving that city of sin?"

Clark scoffed, and just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks.

Thinking of her newly awakened superpowers and her impoverished family, a bold idea began to sprout in her mind.

"Bruce Wayne." Clark picked up the newspaper from the ground, looking at the handsome man with a "butt" chin: "It's pointless to give this money to those scumbags."

"It would be better to..."

At the same time that Clark was thinking about refining his plan.

The silent Luther Castle was brightly lit.

Gino entered the castle.

At this moment, all the maids in the hall had their heads down and dared not make a sound.

Gino looked up and glanced at the hall.

The original billiard table and the rapiers on the wall have disappeared, replaced by desks dominated by black tones and several business elites in suits busily working.

The entire living room had been completely transformed, and the scene reminded Gino of his office in the Metropolitan.

Lionel was sitting at the desk where Lex had been sitting, wearing sunglasses and expressionlessly directing his elite team.

The old butler stood beside Lionel with the same impeccable manner, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Gino looked away, pondering that he should stay somewhere else for a while.

Lionel is that kind of person, who likes to do things his own way, much like an ancient dictator.

Moreover, as they get older, this autocratic tendency becomes stronger and stronger, to the point that it becomes unbearable.

Gino walked back to his room, wanting to avoid seeing it and getting annoyed.

"Buzz~"

The roar of sports cars outside filled the air. Gino stopped and his gaze fell on the castle entrance. The walls in his eyes gradually became transparent and illusory. The boy saw Lex running quickly toward him with a gloomy expression.

A fight is inevitable.

Lex leaped up the steps and stormed into the hall like a whirlwind, yelling, "Damn it, who made a mess of this place?"

Lex's gaze swept across the hall, then fixed on the old man sitting in his seat, the one he hated most: Lionel.

"Oh, Lex, you're back early today. Finished work at the company?"

Lionel tilted his head and aimed his ear at the direction of the sound.

Lex's expression darkened: "I'm asking you why you altered my living room without my permission."

Lionel shrugged. "What should I say? I'm sorry?"

"But could you have pity on this old blind man?"

"And another thing," Lionel paused, "your taste is absolutely terrible."

Seeing Lex's face turn red with anger, Gino chuckled inwardly, but had no intention of intervening in the fight, and walked back to his room.

I had just lay down on the large bed when my phone beeped.

The message came from Talia, who said that Rayshoe has recovered and will soon travel to Gotham City to seek revenge on the mysterious man.

Since Lei Xiaogu was defeated by Gino last time, he has fled back to Devil Island in a sorry state.

He had pressed Talia for the identity of the mysterious man, but the woman's insistence on not knowing left Lei Xiaogu helpless.

In addition, Lei Xiaogu's inner pride made him determined to take revenge on Gotham City once again.

"That's interesting."

Gino swiped his phone, and the second message was from Lana, who was asking Gino about Clark's condition.

The message indicated that it had been read, and after a moment's thought, Gino ended with "I don't know".

"What a busy day."

Gino put down his phone and was just about to lie down to sleep when there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master Gino, your high school classmate is waiting for you outside the manor."

"Is someone looking for me?"

Gino glanced outside the manor; his exceptional eyesight allowed him to clearly see who had approached.

Clark, dressed in a black jacket, stood outside the manor with his hands in his pockets.

"What does he want from me?"

Clark stood outside the magnificent manor, having already finalized his plan in his mind and preparing to put it into action.

However, a real problem lies before Clark.

If he wanted to go to Gotham, he would have to buy a plane ticket, but he didn't have that much money in his pocket, and his annoying, poor father wouldn't give him any.

Who else could he turn to for help? Naturally, only his good friend Gino.

"Clark".

Gino walked out of the manor and looked at the big boy who had somehow found some cheap sunglasses and was wearing them: "Did you need something?"

"That's it," Clark explained to Gino, "I want you to lend me a fortune."

(End of this chapter)