American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 317 Signing of the Land and Sea Agreement

This is a very soft chair to sit on.

God knows how those Atlanteans were created.

However, as a throne made for the king, sitting on it is as soft and comfortable as sitting on a marshmallow.

"I think this chair is great, and I'm planning to move it to the Justice League. Anyone have a problem with that?"

As he spoke, Gino swept his imposing gaze across the audience.

At this moment, he was like an incomparably arrogant monarch, full of majesty. Everyone who was swept by his gaze could not bear that terrifying look and either lowered their heads or turned their heads away, not daring to meet his eyes.

Any objections?

Everyone felt a sense of absurdity, and no one dared to object.

Just like in "War and Peace," the victors are usually arrogant and rude, while the losers, if they want to survive, must always endure this humiliation.

In the silence, Nudis, the wise man who looked like a middle-aged man but was actually several hundred years old, slowly stepped forward.

"Respected Mr. Gino, guardian of human civilization, I salute you on behalf of all the people of the ocean!"

"Your majesty is unparalleled, your fame resounds throughout the world."

Nudis's pale face was taut.

"You speak very well, much better than those arrogant and foolish sea creatures."

Gino's handsome face revealed a playful smile. He rested his chin on his hand, his long legs in trousers crossed over his left.

Those around them heard Gino cursing them like that, but dared not show a trace of anger on their faces.

"Well then, let's get down to business."

Gino tapped the armrest of his chair, and the crisp sound echoed through the hall like melodious string music.

Everyone listened intently, eagerly anticipating every word he would say.

The young man parted his thin lips slightly: "Batman will verify the negative impact and losses you caused to land animals last time and will require you to compensate us."

It's like a meticulous team; you need both the "good cop" and the "bad cop."

And Batman

He was dressed in a black battle suit, paired with a large, jet-black cloak.

With only his chin showing, he looks like a tough and unapproachable character.

Batman, who had communicated with Ginobili beforehand, stepped forward so that everyone could recognize him.

He nodded slowly, indicating that he would take charge of the matter.

Gino smiled and turned his gaze back to Nudis:

"So, Elder, is everything alright?"

"Of course, no problem."

Despite his heart bleeding, Nudis nodded slowly, but the bitter smile on his lips betrayed his inner pain.

"Then let's talk about the next thing."

Gino clapped his hands again: "I think your king is too negligent. He is cowardly and weak, yet arrogant and conceited."

"I think you should get a new king, and I happen to have a suitable candidate here."

Gino raised his arms and clapped his hands together.

"Arthur, come and meet your future subjects."

Responding to Gino's call, a tall, blond youth walked out of the bio-field shield constructed by Gino with a solemn expression. He walked freely in the ocean, proving to the surrounding sea creatures that he was indeed an Atlantean.

"who is he?"

All the sea creatures frowned in unison, except for Nudis.

He had taught Arthur from a young age, so he naturally knew the other's identity.

Nudis began to explain:

"His name is Arthur Cooper, the son of the former queen and a landman."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd.

"A mixed-race person?"

"He's not even a pure-blooded Atlantean!"

A group of elders were making a huge fuss, seemingly unable to accept the reality that a mixed-race person had become their king.

"So what are you arguing about?"

Gino narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low.

He chuckled, pinching his chin, but what he said sent chills down everyone's spine: "You know what? I have an older brother named Lex Luthor."

"He was a scientist and an outstanding biologist who was dedicated to studying the structure and unique characteristics of various organisms."

"Perhaps I could invite some of you to sit in his lab?"

The boy stretched out his finger and moved it, but no one dared to be touched by his finger, and they all moved their bodies away to avoid his gaze.

The once noisy hall fell silent because of Gino's words.

The smile vanished from Gino's face, and he stared at the crowd with a blank expression, saying, "I'm not discussing this with you; I'm giving you orders."

"Yes, Mr. Gino!" Nudis stepped forward, bowing slightly. "Atlantis is willing to obey your will, and Arthur will be the new King of Atlantis!"

"That's great."

Having heard the answer he wanted, Gino stood up and pointed to the throne, saying, "As a gift to celebrate my first arrival, this chair is for me."

"I'm sure you won't mind, right?"

"I mind!"

Suddenly, Om, who had been lying on the ground, raised his head and roared furiously.

"I am the true king of Atlantis!"

His pale, bloodless face turned a sickly red from anger.

"I am the true king of Atlantis!"

He muttered to himself, roaring at his courtiers like a madman: "What right do you have to depose me from the throne!"

"What right do they have to sign a ceasefire agreement with the people of the mainland?"

But no one paid attention to his anger.

Everyone looked at him with indifferent eyes.

"Guards!"

Nudis waved his hand, and several warriors clad in silver armor rushed into the hall.

They can't fight Gino, but they can capture a deranged king.

Without further ado, a group of servants grabbed Om by the arms and dragged him out of the hall.

"So."

When the dust settled, Gino smiled, clapped his hands, and said to the Atlantean ministers, "It was a pleasure working with you."

The moth created by the Atlanteans didn't last long.

Even many countries on land were unaware that a riot had recently occurred at sea.

Clark returned to his Kent farm in high spirits.

Ignoring the agents who were stationed outside his farm as usual, the young man pushed open the door and saw his adoptive parents sitting at the dining table with serious expressions.

"Mom and Dad, what happened?" Clark asked nervously. After all, things were going on in the town every few days, which had even made Clark a little nervous.

"Clark, we need to discuss a very serious issue." Jonathan picked up a sheet of paper from the table: "You're of school age."

"go to school?"

"That's right, you should go to college!"

Clark: ?!

(End of this chapter)