As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Lex didn't mind the other party's ignoring his handshake, and naturally retracted his hand hanging in the air, "I'm in some trouble, the manor I live in was damaged, so...something valuable, please Clark Put it away for me. You know, the rebuilding of the estate is a very long process."

"Are you right? Clark."

Lex asked Clark with a smile.

"Yes...that's it."

Clark heaved a sigh of relief and nodded again and again.

I am very grateful that Lex will come to the rescue at the critical moment.

"I know my son was at a party at your manor and was attacked by unknown people."

Jonathan's tone was decidedly unfriendly. "Maybe you should stay away from my son so that the trouble you're causing doesn't involve us and Clark isn't in danger."

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Jonathan."

Lex was a little embarrassed and touched his nose, "I'm very grateful to Clark."

"What we need most is not gratitude, but proper distance."

"Jonathan!"

Seeing that her husband's tone to Lex was getting worse and worse, Martha was afraid of a conflict between the two and stopped her husband, "You talk too much today, Clark, Eric and their friends may have something to say, give them some space."

After Jonathan listened to his wife's words, he stopped taunting Lex, glanced at each other, turned around and went upstairs with his wife.

"Lex, thank you!"

When the parents came upstairs, Clark thanked Lex with a sigh of relief.

"No, it's me who should be thanking, and I'm glad to know you're okay, Clark!"

Lex was in a good mood and replied with a smile.

After chatting a few words with Clark, Lex walked over to Eric who was about to leave, and stretched out his hand, "You are Eric, right? I'm Lex Luthor, I've read your book, it's really impressive Eye-opening wild imagination."

Eric glanced at Lex's outstretched hand, "I always thought that careerists and capitalists had no leisure to study."

"Actually, for capitalists, reading can make them understand the essence of society. For careerists, reading can make them accept the concept of 'when the time is right, anyone can do evil', so that they can break through morality for themselves with peace of mind Bottom line looking for excuses."

"You do not hesitate to admit that you are a capitalist and a careerist."

Although Eric's impression of Lex was not as bad as his father's, it was not a good impression either.

"I know you, Lex Luthor. I can smell the selfishness and hypocrisy in you, and I know the little things you do behind your back. If you don't want to get into trouble that you can't, just put away your exuberant curiosity. And small moves, otherwise...you don't always have such good luck."

After threatening Lex, Eric turned and left.

Leave all Lex on the spot.

"Are you all right? Lex."

Clark came over and patted Lex, who was lost in thought.

"I'm very good."

Lex smiled and asked Clark, "Clark, how did you escape from the manor? I remember you were in the hall..."

Listening to the question asked by the other party, Clark's face was bitter, and he didn't know how to explain it.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Smallville Township High School.

"It's great to see you come back safe and sound, Clark."

Pete hammered Clark's chest hard, "But I already knew you'd be fine, after all, you're a superman with infinite power."

"I'm not, Pete, and I wouldn't have gotten away so easily if it wasn't for luck."

Clark reluctantly replied.

"Shouldn't we be concerned about a very serious terrorist attack yesterday?"

Chloe complained dissatisfiedly: "Although no students were injured, the entire Luther Manor was destroyed. I don't understand why everyone treats it like nothing is wrong?"

"Chloe, you don't seem to understand the public relations power of the Luther family. They will make everyone forget everything that is not good for them, just like they did to my parents."

Pete had a bad impression of Lex and said angrily: "So, you'd better keep silent, or the principal will close your little press room. By the way..."

Pete quickly thought of one more thing, "This week's community event, Clark, can you come with me? I don't want to spend a day talking to those old people in nursing homes with dentures."

"Didn't you say that you know an old man who can predict the future?" Chloe teased.

Predict future?

Hearing this word, Clark's heart moved.

He suddenly remembered the scene he saw - Eric held his head in his hands and whispered "Darkseid is dead".

Is that also a predictable future? !

Chapter 50 This is just some scenery of the journey of life

"Every student does 30 hours of community service, but instead of being a lifeguard in a girls' swimming class, I chose to be here, chatting with old people with dentures, you know why? Clark."

In the nursing home, Pete, wearing a nurse uniform, asked Clark.

"I...I don't know."

Clark kept thinking about the apocalyptic scene he saw after he fell into a hallucination last night.

Ruined buildings, scorched land, torn sky, and smoke rising from distant cities.

The whole body exudes a chilling breath, a pair of Eric who reigns in the world...

This shocking and terrifying picture made him not think about it.

Could Eric become the ruler of the world in the future?

According to what I know about my younger brother, in terms of strength and character, it is indeed possible for someone to do such a thing.

But... why would I become Eric's accomplice in the future?

If Eric becomes a dictator, according to his character, he will definitely stop the other party, instead of choosing to follow the same path as the other party.

so......

What happened in the future?

"Clark?!"

Just thinking about it in a frenzy, Clark was patted on the shoulder by Pete.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted."

"Since you entered the nursing home, you have been distracted. It seems that you have not recovered from the escape from Luther Manor." Pete shrugged and said.

"I just thought of something."

Clark shook his head and quickly changed the subject and asked, "So...why did you give up your job as a lifeguard for girls' swimming lessons and choose to accompany the elderly?"

"The real reason is actually... a girl I know is also a volunteer in this nursing home."

Pete winked at Clark, "So the task of accompany reading, Clark, you have to help me complete 70% of the workload, and I have to spare some time to communicate with the girl."

"I knew it, Pete."

Clark sighed.

"Don't be discouraged, Clark, Chloe doesn't often say that the name of true love is friendship. I take our friendship very seriously."

"I'd rather not have this 'love'."

Clark snorted.

While talking, the two walked to the door of the old man's room to accompany him.

Before knocking on the door, an old woman's voice was heard from inside.

"Looks like two people are reading with me today. Guys, don't stand outside, come in."

Clark hesitantly pushed open the door and entered with Pete.

What came into sight was a kind old woman wearing sunglasses, sitting on the single sofa, holding a book in her hand, looking at the two with a smile.

"How do you know we are two?!"

Clark asked curiously.

What he's saying to Pete and Chloe now is that the other side can predict the future.

"I'm blind, but I'm not deaf. I can hear you two, the 'chirp' of your shoes on the ground from afar."

The old lady took off her eyes and said unhurriedly.

"..."

Clark was silenced by the old lady who played "Silencer".

"You really predict the future? Ms. Cassandra."

Readjusting his emotions, Clark asked the other side.

"Hehe, if it's that kind of fortune-telling divination method, I won't."

The old woman put down the book in her hand and said to the two, "Sit down, boys."

Pete was about to sit down when the phone suddenly rang.

After taking out his mobile phone and glanced at it, he said helplessly to Clark: "In an emergency, Clark, you accompany Ms. Cassandra first, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he got up and walked out.

"It's a flamboyant boy."

The old woman smiled at Clark, patted the seat next to her, and motioned for Clark to sit down.

"How may I address you?"

"Clark, Clark Kent."

Clark sat down and replied to the old woman.

"Kent, sit down."

The old woman waved at Clark, brought Clark close to her, and held Clark's hand lightly.

Clark's held hand instantly felt a heat spread between the two's hands.

Then his right hand trembled slightly following the old man.

The space in front of him was distorted, and his consciousness instantly entered a strange place.

Under the pouring rain, Clark found himself standing in a cemetery.

Click!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the night was illuminated like the day.

Clark, who was soaked by the heavy rain, looked towards the surrounding tombstones.

Jonathan Kent!

Martha Kent!

Two prominent tombstones are engraved with the parents' names.

Not far away, Eric walked towards him step by step amid the heavy rain.

The other party exudes eerie red eyes, emitting a heart-pounding light in the night.

Noisy!

A beam of hot gaze hit Clark's chest directly.

With a body of steel, he withstood the impact of the heat sight, but the next second he was shocked by the huge impact force carried by the heat sight itself, and smashed the tombstone with a bang and smashed to the ground.

Before he could get up, Eric activated super speed, moved to his side in an instant, restrained his neck, and tried to break his neck.

Clark's eyes glowed red, and he gritted his teeth and fought against Eric.

"what......!"

The roaring Clark fired the same crimson laser as Eric's in his eyes, and broke Eric's hands with both hands.