The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

metropolis.

"Daily Planet" office building.

Clark, who was rushing to work, hurried through the crowd, squeezed into the revolving door, and came to the elevator hall in the lobby.

"Hey!"

Louise, who also came to work, patted Clark on the shoulder.

"Hi, Louise."

Clark glanced sideways at Louise and picked up the breakfast he bought on the way.

"Eat?"

Louise shook her head, picked up the newspaper in her hand, slapped Clark on the chest, and said happily: "Look, I stayed up late last night to write it."

"Is this the news you collected during your business trip to Gotham City?"

While waiting for the elevator, Clark looked through the report written by his girlfriend with a complicated expression on his face.

"Gotham City's Superman..."

"Are there any other Kryptonians alive besides me?"

Louise smiled and asked, "Isn't it exciting?"

Clark nodded and looked at the photo of Luo Chen taken by Louise in the newspaper.

An oriental face.

He is quite handsome, but Clark is not sure that Luo Chen is a Kryptonian.

After all, Clark grew up on Blue Star and had no idea what other Kryptonians looked like.

Soon, Batman contacted Clark with a phone call.

"I'll go take a call."

Clark pointed to Louise's phone and walked to the side.

As expected, Batman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

The two chatted for a while, and Clark said, "I'm going to get into the elevator. We'll talk later. I'll go to Gotham City to meet this Luo Chen."

After hanging up the phone, Clark and Lois walked into the elevator.

First, he showed his face in the company to prove that he came to work. Then Clark found a place where no one was around, opened his coat, and revealed the blue tights underneath.

On his rock-solid chest, there is a yellow shield pattern with a red S letter on it.

"Pong"

Clark jumped into the air and flew thousands of meters into the air in an instant.

"Pon! Pon! Pon!"

Clark continued to accelerate, and the airflow around him exploded, forming a cone-shaped sonic boom cloud one after another, which represented that his speed had broken through to an extremely astonishing speed.

Clark rose to the stratosphere [-] meters high, and after identifying the direction of Gotham City, he suddenly changed direction and rushed over.

Gotham City.

This superman came to the sky above the city and used his super vision to look for Luo Chen.

Clark had not heard Luo Chen's voice, but with Luo Chen's appearance seen in the newspaper, it was not difficult to find him.

but.

Luo Chen was aware of Clark's arrival earlier.

The moment Clark flew over Gotham City, Luo Chen, who was in the Iceberg Club, opened his clairvoyant eyes and saw Superman standing in the sky through the layers of barriers in the building.

"Clark."

Luo Chen's voice rang in Clark's ears in vain.

Clark frowned.

This strange sound seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to locate the sound.

"Who are you, Luo Chen?"

Clark was keenly aware of who the owner of the voice was.

It is not difficult to infer from the voice that the other person is an Oriental.

"It's me. I didn't expect you to fly from Metropolis to see me, but it was expected. I guess Batman called you."

Luo Chen didn't use his super vision to monitor the whole city, but it was not difficult to guess these things.

Luo Chen knew Batman's character, cautious, suspicious, and paranoid.

Otherwise, Batman wouldn't secretly prepare so much kryptonite for his few friends, Superman.

Before Batman figured out Luo Chen's weakness, the most likely possibility was to use Superman to let two people with extraordinary powers fight.

"I'm at the Iceberg Club, come here."

Luo Chen pointed out the direction for Clark who was looking around.

Clark immediately locked the location of the Iceberg Club, flew away, and then strode into the Iceberg Club.

He frowned again when he saw the younger guys in the Iceberg Club who clearly had a gangster temperament.

Apparently he had misunderstood Luo Chen.

"here."

Luo Chen, who was sitting at a wine table, waved to Clark.

Looking at the familiar red cloak, blue tights, and the red S logo on the chest, Luo Chen smiled.

Let me ask, who hasn’t had the dream of being a Superman?

It’s not necessarily that I like Superman himself, but that I want to have Superman’s power in my dreams!

Clark walked towards Luo Chen, pulled out a chair and took a seat.

"You're not Kryptonian."

The first time he saw Luo Chen, Clark's instinct told him that the person in front of him was not his compatriot.

"I am a pure human being." Luo Chen said.

"You are a human being, why do you want to kill humans?" Clark asked.

"Because humans have good and evil, and some evil people are worse than animals. Oh, my description may be a bit exaggerated."

"Actually, during the big bank robbery, it was self-defense for me to kill the robbers. They shot at me with guns, hitting all the vital parts of me!"

Luo Chen said while looking at Clark with interest.

He was very curious about how powerful the Superman in front of him was.

Is it the Bronze Age?

Golden age?

Silver Age?

Or the Man of Steel from the movie?

"Boss, your breakfast is ready."

The three-star Michelin chef pushed the table and served small plates one by one.

"Foie gras and apple fritters, the fritters are crispy, the foie gras is soft and delicate, and the apples can well neutralize the greasiness of the fritters and foie gras."

"Black truffle and caviar tofu puffs. The tender and smooth texture of the tofu puffs, the saltiness of the caviar, and the incomparable fragrant aroma of the black truffle. It's perfect."

"Sesame Ball Steak Wellington, the hollow interior of the sesame ball is filled with the world's top steak, the meat is slow-cooked at low temperature, and the crispy and waxy sesame balls are simply the most perfect combination."

"There is also this chopped green onion pancake. On the surface it is chopped green onion pancake, but actually..."

The three-star Michelin chef carefully introduced each of his masterpieces to his new boss.

"..."

Luo Chen looked at a table of Michelin-style Oriental breakfast and fell into silence, not knowing what to say.

He actually just wanted to eat an ordinary breakfast.

"Forget it, you can eat it too."

Luo Chen asked his secretary to reward the chef with five hundred dollars, and then asked the chef to go down.

"Eat?"

Luo Chen asked Clark.

Clark did not care about breakfast and said with a serious face: "Although you are not my compatriot, I still want to say that when you punish evil, you should not kill the other party, but hand them over to the police and legal sanctions. !”

Luo Chen took a mouthful of black truffle and caviar tofu puffs with a spoon and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Everything fancy, whether it's sweet tofu, salty or spicy, it's all better than this."

Clark frowned and asked, "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I have."

Luo Chen raised his head and tapped the porcelain bowl containing the tofu puffs with his spoon.

"Just like this tofu puff, some people like to eat sweet, some like to eat salty, and some like to eat spicy. Everyone is different, but no one can say which tofu puff is the right one."

"There is no absolute black and white, right or wrong in the world. You don't have to impose your sense of justice on me."

Luo Chen paused and continued: "Sorry, I have my own concepts of good and evil, and I don't need others to tell me what to do."

"You mean you won't cooperate?"

Clark stood up, moving his head from side to side, and his neck made a "clicking" sound.

Luo Chen wiped his mouth and said calmly: "The only one who can defeat Superman is another Superman."

"Come on, go out and do it."