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Clark caught the tip of the umbrella off guard, unaware that the small, dark hole at the top of the umbrella was pointing directly at him.

At the same time, Oswald smiled slightly and pressed the button on the umbrella again with his slender fingers.

The same button,

The same "click" sound.

The difference this time was that the umbrella didn't malfunction; the parts that had just gotten stuck seemed to have naturally recovered.

At the same time, a laser beam shot out from the tip of the umbrella, heading straight for Clark's chest.

Sizzle, bang!

Clark, who was of average build and completely unprepared, was caught off guard by the sudden attack and was sent flying several meters away.

Oswald stood still, still holding the umbrella handle, a smile playing on his lips.

"Young boy, now you should know what the wickedness of the human heart is!"

As Oswald was thinking this, he saw Clark get up nonchalantly, pat his shirt with a black hole burned into it, and then jog over with a smile.

Oswald was on high alert. He had long heard of Clark's power, so when he saw Clark running towards him after being ambushed, he immediately prepared to retaliate.

To Oswald's surprise, Clark, after running up to him, was not angry at his sneak attack. Instead, he said happily, "Mr. Oswald, your umbrella has fixed itself. How lucky!"

Oswald: ?

He turned to look at Depp, completely bewildered.

Oswald's expression at that moment made it clear: Is Clark missing a screw in his head?

Depp shook his head and used his life force whispering ability to say, "There's nothing wrong with Clark's mind. He's just too naive and kind, to the point that... he thinks everyone else is very kind."

"If this child had been born in Gotham... he might have been thrown into a pot and made into soup by those villains in the future," Oswald sarcastically remarked.

As a native of Gotham, Oswald naturally knew what kind of city it was.

A kind-hearted guy like Clark would definitely be completely manipulated and end up cheering for those people.

“Honestly, Mr. Depp, this is the first time I’ve met someone like this,” Oswald said. “Are you sure you want me to tell him all the wicked intentions in the world?”

Oswald felt a pang of reluctance. Clark was the purest and kindest person he had ever met, and he couldn't bear to shatter the purity in Clark's heart and taint it with darkness.

However, Depp disagreed, saying, "Don't worry, he will encounter events and crises in the future that are countless times more dangerous than this. But I am very clear and certain that no matter what darkness and confusion he encounters, Clark will not be corrupted by darkness. His heart will always be pure and innocent, and one day, he will become the eternal guardian of mankind, Superman."

"Superman..."

Oswald seemed to understand something and nodded, saying, "I understand, Mr. Depp. This is also part of your precognitive abilities, isn't it? You knew about Clark's existence all along, which is why you published comics about Superman, just like Batman and Iron Man."

"Perhaps," Depp said evasively. "You should continue teaching Clark; he's been waiting for you for a long time."

Across from Oswald, Clark stood obediently in place, his eyes full of concern.

Clark assumed that Oswald was so happy that his umbrella had been repaired that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Oswald, regaining his composure, laughed and said, "Yes, Clark really got the short end of the stick just now!"

As he spoke, Oswald's smile faded, and he said with a serious expression, "Clark, haven't you noticed yet?"

"Huh?" Clark asked, looking confused. "Pay attention to...pay attention to what?"

"Ugh!"

Oswald sighed in exasperation, saying, "My umbrella wasn't broken at all; I just bumped into it!"

“Mr. Oswald, why pretend your umbrella is broken?” Clark said. “It’s strange, isn’t it?”

At this moment, Oswald, leaning on his umbrella, suddenly wondered if Clark was truly that kind and naive, or... a little foolish?

He explained carefully, "I was just pretending that the umbrella was broken so that you would grab the top of the umbrella and then give me a good laser blast!"

After hearing Oswald's words, Clark finally realized what was going on and slapped his thigh, saying, "So that's how it is! But Father said that deception and lies are bad behavior! Especially taking advantage of other people's goodwill to deceive them is something that should never be done!"

Clark said with a serious expression, "I think I cannot learn deception tactics from you, Mr. Oswald."

Oswald felt a tightness in his chest from anger at Clark and said, "Clark, are you an idiot? I know your father is a truly upright and good man, but you must remember that your enemies are not as moral as your father! In battle, your enemies will stop at nothing, so you must understand these deceptions and tricks."

“I must…understand?” Clark repeated in a low voice.

Oswald nodded and said, "That's right. You can choose not to use these tricks and schemes, but you need to be able to see through these despicable techniques! Only then can you avoid being harmed by these despicable tricks and better protect the people around you."

"To better protect the people around me..." Clark repeated, as if he had figured something out.

Yes, I can choose not to use these despicable tricks, but I must be able to see through them, otherwise those enemies will use them to harm me or the people I care about.

“I apologize for what I just said!” Clark said, standing straight. “I am willing to continue learning from you, Professor Oswald.”

Chapter 342 Metropolis (6)

Inside the Batcave, Oswald repeatedly exploited Clark's kindness, completely manipulating the latter.

At this moment, Clark was like a martial arts master who kept punching the air but never realized that the air contained a lot of poisonous gas.

He possessed exceptional martial arts skills, yet he couldn't utilize them effectively and was being slowly dragged into the abyss by the poisonous gas.

Even Oswald, who had been toying with Clark, felt a pang of pity.

“This kid is just too naive. Even knowing I’m lying to him, he still willingly walks into the traps every time.” Oswald said to Depp through his life force, “I never thought a kind person could be so devastating!”

Depp was speechless upon seeing this.

It must be said that kindness is indeed Clark's most important quality.

This quality even surpasses Clark Superman's abilities and status.

In a sense, Clark is called a god among men not because of his omnipotent power.

In fact, this extreme kindness is the fundamental reason why Clark is revered and called a god.

Because of his absolute kindness, Clark never wanted to completely destroy his opponents.

Because of his absolute kindness, Clark willingly walked into traps that were obvious at a glance time and time again.

Because of his absolute kindness, even though Clark could use super speed to dodge enemy attacks and bullets, he would rather take the hits with his body.

He was worried that these missed attacks would harm other people around him.

Therefore, Depp was not dissatisfied with the outcome of the lesson. He simply told Oswald, "Just do your best. The rest is up to Clark to figure out."

“Alright then,” Oswald said. “Actually, I just feel a little sorry for this child.”

Depp smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Don't worry, Oswald, no matter what kind of attack you use, this child won't be hurt in the slightest, and won't even feel the slightest pain."

Oswald said, "Well, I wish I had a body like Clark's."

The following night, Oswald gradually changed his approach from initially viewing Clark as an adversary, deceiving and attacking him, to taking Clark to the classroom and explaining in detail the deceptive details, flaws, and various criminal methods.

Finally, after Oswald finished explaining to Clark how to bribe superiors and eliminate competitors, he closed the book, adjusted his glasses (which had no lenses), and said, "That concludes today's lesson. I hope you can truly apply what you've learned, or at least avoid being completely outmaneuvered."

Although this is impossible... Oswald thought to himself, judging from Clark's three parts absent-mindedness, five parts conflictedness, and two parts aversion, this guy definitely doesn't like his class.

I didn't like the second half of the course at all!

But Oswald didn't know that Clark's super memory had already sealed every word he said in his brain, so that Clark could replay Oswald's lesson at any time, just like watching a video.

It must be said that this is somewhat similar to Depp using supercomputing power to create a memory projector.

However, having completed his task, Oswald didn't care whether Clark had grasped the essence of his teachings. He walked over to Depp and said, "Mr. Depp, I think I have to go. I have a mayoral meeting to attend in an hour."

Depp nodded in agreement, saying, "Let's go together then. Today's lessons were indeed very fulfilling."

Although Clark doesn't seem to have grasped even the slightest bit of it!

“Goodbye, Oswald,” Depp said at the entrance to the Batcave. “Goodbye, Clark. Goodbye, Bruce.”

Depp looked up at the monitor on the ceiling and said, "Goodbye, Alfred."

Seeing this, Clark also said to the camera before leaving, "Goodbye, Mr. Alfred."

Everyone left, and Clark also leaped up and flew towards his rented room.

At the entrance of the rental house, Clark noticed numerous scratches on the iron gate, as well as several inward dents.

Clearly, during the night he was away, more than one group of people wanted to come to his house as guests.

Clark chuckled and shook his head, then said, "To paraphrase Depp, what should this be called again? Oh, right, the people here are really kind and simple."

Clark gripped the doorknob and pulled hard, opening the iron door that had been welded to the wall by heat rays.

As Clark entered the rented room, he intended to turn back and re-weld the iron gate shut, but he found a dark shadow crouching in front of the window he had jumped out of.

"Who?!"

Clark immediately activated the facial adjustment function on his eyes and asked.

It's 5:31 AM. The sun has just risen, and golden sunlight streams into the room through the window, completely merging the backlit thief into the darkness.

When Clark returned, the guy grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

"I'm so sorry," said the shadowy Clark's money pouch, "but I'll accept it nonetheless."

The shadowy figure had a hoarse voice, clearly disguised to prevent anyone from locating him by his voice.

After saying that, he leaped out of the window.

The man then pulled out a pre-prepared paraglider from behind his back and landed directly in front of him.

Clark ran over and pressed himself against the window, whereupon the true form of the shadowy figure was finally revealed in the sunlight.

She was a petite woman dressed in a tight-fitting night outfit, her ponytail almost reaching her waist, and the lines of her waist indicated that she exercised every day.

Watching the female thief disappear into the distance, an ordinary person might feel helpless and have no choice but to accept their bad luck.

But Clark was no ordinary man.

He calmly turned around, used a heat beam to weld the iron door shut, and then leaped up and pounced on the female thief gliding outside the window.

At this moment, the female thief was unaware of the incomprehensible things she was about to encounter, and was even complaining about why Clark's purse only contained a few thousand dollars.

But the next second, the female thief felt a pair of strong hands gripping her waist.

The petite female thief had a slender waist, and Clark's hand almost completely encircled her waist.

At the same time, with the added weight of the Clark, the paraglider obviously could not withstand this sudden increase in weight.

The balance was instantly shattered, and Clark and the female thief plummeted downwards simultaneously.