What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

"Huh? I don't remember you being here before..."

Madison was somewhat surprised.

"Of course you won't remember, but it was the first day of school when I investigated everyone who seemed to have bullying tendencies—by the way, your mother must really love your father very much."

“She didn’t even let me into your house to have an orange,” Ian couldn’t help but exclaim sincerely. Madison, upon hearing this, frowned and completely failed to understand what he meant.

"Buzz~"

The engine is making a sound.

The Hellcat hovered at a height of more than ten meters above the ground.

“I’ve read a few driving books before, and starting from a stop is when the fuel consumption is the highest… so let’s get off here.” Ian said, then grabbed Madison.

He jumped down.

Madison was quite startled.

"Don't grab my neck or collar! This dress is expensive! Grab my hair instead, it's been through so many fights, it's really durable!"

Madison screamed as she spoke.

“Your clothes were already torn to shreds. Don’t think that just because Ian has money now, you can extort me.” Ian landed steadily with Madison.

There were no unexpected events.

He gently placed Madison down.

"The first time it was a decadent, rotten look, now it's an explosive, rotten look. How can these be the same?" Madison straightened his clothes speechlessly, then blew on his blond hair that looked like a bird's nest covering his face.

"Also, a normal person wouldn't put someone in a mailbox after landing with them, right? I may not have much common sense, but I'm still very clear about this!"

Done.

Madison also patted the mailbox he was sitting on.

The mailbox made a thumping metallic sound.

"Hmm? If I don't find you a place to sit, your trembling legs will probably keep gripping my waist tightly—you really are a cunning little punk."

"You finally got the chance to take advantage of me."

Ian gave him a look of disdain.

"..."

Madison rolled his eyes.

"Should I thank you for not complaining to your little simp Emily?" the green tea girl gritted her teeth. She now knew how difficult it was to deal with a boy's smooth talk.

"Yes, so what do you need to say to me?"

Ian listened intently.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Madison gritted his teeth and repeated it three times.

She was taking a deep breath.

Ian, on the other hand, immediately felt relieved.

“What a virtuous little delinquent. I have to go now, see you next week—by the way, don’t even think about stealing my mom’s cat.” Ian nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and grabbed the orange cat from Madison’s stomach.

"Damn it!"

Madison was somewhat unwilling.

"Then at least let me raise that toad!"

Her attempt to settle for second best still failed to elicit a response from Ian.

I saw.

Ian sprang up like a spring and jumped back into the Hellcat, which was still suspended in the air—the Hellcat's engine roared, a string of purple flames shot out of the exhaust pipe, and the car "whooshed" into the clouds.

Watching Ian and his chariot disappear into the distance.

"So that's how Superman flies? Just by jumping?" Madison, who was still sulking, was stunned. She felt that she had discovered a fact that no one else in Metropolis had noticed all these years.

The anger is gone.

This young delinquent girl's mind is now completely occupied with whether Ian has two super-sized bunny legs hidden in his pants.

"This is huge news! There's no such thing as a flying superhero in the world!"

Feeling her imagination running wild, Madison jumped out of the mailbox and pushed open the door of her villa. Her mother, a former third-tier Hollywood actress, rushed over excitedly.

"I knew it! I knew it! My precious daughter is definitely more capable than me! I only managed to snag a rich dad like you, while you managed to snag such a handsome alien!"

Linda, who had the air of a noblewoman, was excited and grabbed her daughter's shoulders, shaking her vigorously. Her expression was more joyful than if she had won the lottery.

Madison was dizzy from the shaking.

"What aliens? Mom, what weird TV show are you watching again?" Her mind was already in a mess because of what happened today, and now after being shaken a few times, it went completely blank.

"Stop pretending! I saw it all! Aliens brought you back in a KFO!"

Linda had an expression that said, "I already knew this when I was filming 'Princess of Mars vs. the Lizard Man.' Aliens just love blonde beauties!!"

Her tone was full of wisdom.

Madison didn't dare ask.

I was afraid that if I asked her, she would hear that this movie was rated R.

“That’s a UFO, not a KFO, no, Ian’s plane wasn’t a UFO either…” Madison was almost rambling on, and she grabbed her hair in frustration.

"I finally understand why Ian always said I was lacking in intelligence... It turns out the root of the problem was you!" After living for so many years, Madison finally realized this fact and once again felt that Ian's profound words were probably really true.

"Silly child, come let Mommy hug you. Girls should be a little silly, that way they're more likely to have good luck." Linda, still charming and beautiful, couldn't stop smiling.

She is also very proud.

Madison, expressionless, was pinned down on her mother's ample bosom. She rolled her eyes in utter despair, no longer willing to believe a single word her mother said.

Maybe her mother's claim that she was suited for Hollywood was a lie? At that moment, Madison suddenly realized that she had found the reason why she had been failing auditions.

really.

Ian said that even breathing the air he breathes can infect you with his intelligence.

it is true!

……

Twilight Quadruple.

A gleaming Dodge Hellcat sliced ​​through the sky, weaving through the clouds. Ian followed the pointer, trying to find the location that Miss Death wanted him to find.

It wasn't difficult at all.

Hellcat quickly arrived atop an ancient monastery-style building, its pointer twisting and pointing downwards—clearly the clue given by Miss Death.

Surrounded by lush trees, the building appeared exceptionally secluded and mysterious. Perhaps it was the headquarters of the witch cult Madison had mentioned earlier?

After thinking about it for a while.

Ian ultimately decided to let Hellcat lead him away instead of acting rashly—mainly because he didn't quite understand the true level of the so-called Supreme Witch.

"Miss Death is too high-level. The dungeons involving her must be very difficult. It's not a place I can solo." Ian believed that as long as he wasn't in a hurry, someone else would be.

Information acquisition is crucial.

So Ian isn't in a hurry.

Miss Death might just step in and provide the information herself, saving Ian the trouble of gathering information himself—after all, activating the Batman search engine is quite a hassle.

"Yes, let's do it!"

Ian's super brain told him once again that it was time to use his super leg. Hellcat carried him up into the clouds again, speeding through the city's hustle and bustle towards home.

"The number you dialed has been completely blocked. Please call this number again if you encounter any difficulties. Thank you for your cooperation." Ian still wanted to take advantage of the free time to reconnect with Batman.

Unexpectedly, he only heard a heartless, synthesized electronic voice.

"How could this be?"

Ian was heartbroken.

He hasn't even received the lamp ring yet.

"Sigh, let's go back and discuss this further."

Ian's Hellcat ran very fast and soon arrived at home.

This is a community where elite families live.

Although it was still a detached house, there were a few neighbors around. There was no need for any special precautions, and under the cover of night, Ian allowed the Hellcat to slowly descend.

Someone was watching from behind the curtains, but no one took pictures. There's no need to make a fuss, since the neighbors all have pretty sharp ears, and coincidentally, they're all professional agents from the same department.

So many years have passed.

Superman's identity was known to only a very small number of officials. The car screeched to a halt on the lawn of her small yard, just three inches from Louise's most cherished rose bushes.

"Even Jesus couldn't save you this time." Ian patted Hellcat on the shoulder and gave his new buddy a warning. He had just picked up his backpack and opened the car door when he felt a shadow looming over him.

It was the elderly father, Clark Kent.

This invincible superhero stood with his arms crossed, blocking Ian's path.

Where did you get this car?

Clark's voice was tinged with a sense of helplessness that he was almost used to. He really couldn't understand why Ian always managed to pick up some strange and unusual things whenever he went out.

"Was it a special fate that brought us together? I love it, it loves me... We're so sweet together?" Ian was a little embarrassed to say that he used his superb negotiation skills to get someone to pay for a car.

He gave a response, but it seemed like he didn't give a complete one.

no way.

Ian wouldn't dare say that his beloved car occasionally kills a few owners; otherwise, no matter how much he proclaims himself as sacrificing himself for the benefit of the public, his Hellcat would probably be sent to be scrapped.

"Are you two so sweet together?"

Clark, who had been watching Ian land the whole time, now only twitched his temples slightly as the old father circled the black muscle car that smelled faintly of sulfur.