American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 23 Strange Guy

Saturday is usually the happiest day of the week for office workers and students.

However, for those "blessed" employees who have to work overtime on Saturdays, Saturdays are a painful ordeal.

Saturday is also an extraordinary day for the small town.

Because the town's trade market opens every Saturday, some farmers and artisans sell their products at the town market.

At this moment, the market is filled with countless stalls, with their own farm produce displayed on the shelves, and some shrewd vendors pushing carts to sell drinks, alcohol, and snacks.

Gino was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, with Chloe and Little Black Pete by his side.

"It always feels very lively here."

Chloe fiddled with her camera, occasionally snapping photos of the children running and playing.

"It has a unique charm," Gino casually replied, looking down at his keypad phone, his eyes fixed on the screen.

It was an anonymous email sent by the Cleaner website. The message was simple, like "Deliveryman has arrived at the store," and indicated that the killer had set off.

At that moment, the sharp-eyed Pete quickly spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

"Hey, that's Clark's stall!"

Gino looked up and gazed in the direction Xiao Hei was pointing.

Not far away, Jonathan and his wife were standing at a vegetable stall, and Clark, expressionless, was unloading boxes of goods from his old pickup truck.

Gino chuckled as he looked at Clark's stern face.

It seems my advice that day wasn't very effective. But that makes sense; teenage boys are naturally rebellious, and it's not fair to say Clark was wrong about whether or not to accept gifts.

"Should we go take a look?" Chloe glanced cautiously at Gino.

Gino noticed Chloe's gaze, smiled, patted the girl's shoulder, and picked up a bright red apple from the vendor's stall with his other hand.

"The past? Forget about it. Mr. Jonathan doesn't like me."

Gino shook his head. He wasn't a psychopath like Lex who would run over and greet people who disliked him.

"Hey, my apple!" The vendor's eyes widened as he watched the brightest apple on his stall being picked.

Gino ignored the vendor and tossed a hundred dollars onto the old man's stall. The vendor, who had been muttering to himself, immediately put on a fawning expression: "Young man, a few more?"

"I'll pack up the rest and take them back with me."

These apples are quite sweet; I'll take them back for Lex to try.

The three of them stopped in front of the fruit stand when a cold, deep voice sounded behind them.

"Make way."

Gino stepped aside with his right leg, and a short young man with hair so long it covered his eyes and carrying a worn-out canvas bag hurried past the three of them.

As he brushed past Gino, the man glanced at him with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

Although his movements were subtle, Gino still keenly sensed the malicious glint in the man's eyes behind his thick glasses.

Gently waving away the strange scent left by the young man as he passed by, Gino frowned at the man, then looked at Pete and Chloe with a puzzled expression: "Who is that guy?"

Gino didn't remember offending this guy, did he? What kind of look was that? Did he really not consider the Ziben family a family? Believe me or not, I'll make sure this guy doesn't see the sun tomorrow?

Moreover, aside from Whitney and Coach Watt, who were punished for deliberately causing trouble at school, he never abused his power.

Chloe stared at the departing figure with a strange look, shrugged, and said, "The town's infamous weird boy."

"Grey Ted".

Xiao Hei also mysteriously stepped forward to chat: "He was my classmate in elementary school. That guy has always been unusually interested in insects since he was a child."

"Besides, he's a loner and doesn't get along with people." Chloe sighed and shook her head. "Before you came, that guy was always the target of Whitney's gang's bullying."

"It is indeed quite strange." Gino nodded in agreement, his gaze falling on the canvas bag carried by the young man in the distance. The contents of the bag gave him a familiar sense of disgust.

Gino and Chloe spent the day at the market.

When we returned to the castle, the sun was already setting, and evening arrived in the blink of an eye.

When Gino entered the castle, he saw his older brother sitting on the sofa with a serious expression, the table covered with documents and materials.

"Bad mood?"

Gino had a maid bring him a glass of milk, drank it, and then sat down next to Lex with a grin, patting his cheap older brother on the shoulder: "What happened? Let me see."

As he spoke, Gino picked up the documents on the table, glanced at them briefly, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "The annual financial report shows a loss of twenty percent."

"Looks like Dad's going to make you lay off some people soon."

"I know." Lex rolled his eyes in annoyance, then shook his head and said, "But I don't want to lay off people. Those people have worked at Luther Corporation for over ten years, and they won't be able to find suitable jobs outside the company."

Gino raised an eyebrow, looking Lex up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time, and teased, "Is this still the ruthless Lex I know?"

Of course, this is all a joke. My older brother is actually kind, but he usually keeps that kindness to himself.

"But you'd better watch out for Dad. What if he finds out you're not planning to lay off any employees?" Gino shrugged and gave Lex a "good luck" look.

Their father, Lionel, had no concept of kindness in his life; greed flowed in his blood.

Lex's expression was somber, the light reflecting off his bald head. "I understand."

"I see."

Lana hung up the phone with her boyfriend and pushed open her bedroom door.

It was late at night, and she wanted to go to bed.

Lana, dressed in a light blue nightgown, took a few steps, the robe swaying gently and revealing a pair of straight, shapely thighs beneath the skirt.

The girl's wheat-colored skin gave her a healthy and energetic look, which explains why she was the dream girl of many boys at Smallville High School.

Compared to the fair skin favored by people in the East, Americans prefer a tanned complexion.

The girl's bedroom has a cartoonish style, with a carefully decorated little box quietly placed on a pink cartoon cat bed sheet.

"This is?"

Lana walked curiously toward the box. She didn't know where it came from; perhaps it was a surprise Whitney had set up before she got home?

With that thought in mind, Lana deftly opened the packaging box with her small hands.

The next second, at the same moment the box opened, countless colorful and beautiful butterflies fluttered their wings and scattered in all directions.

The stunning scene brought a look of joy to Lana's otherwise expressionless face, and a smile curved her lips.

"Wow, this is so beautiful!" Lana exclaimed sincerely, watching the butterflies flutter and dance along with them.

As the line of sight is pulled further away...

Not far from Lana's white villa, on a crooked tree trunk, a hunched figure was squatting there without any regard for appearances, holding a camera and pointing it at Lana's room on the second floor of the house.

Seeing the girl's happy smile, the young man let out a lewd "hehe" sound.

(End of this chapter)