Persuading a fight becomes stronger: starting from the Kryptonian war

"Who is that?"

At the door of the charity gala, Clark stared at the man surrounded by the crowd at the other end of the red carpet in the distance, and asked a colleague on the side.

The reporter colleague just glanced at it, then lowered his head, and said casually:

"You must have never heard the stalk of letting them eat cake, that's Bruce Wayne..."

Clark's eyes on Bruce gradually changed from surprise and doubt to seriousness and scrutiny, which lasted until the party started.

"I invite the philanthropist, bibliophile, and true friend of the Metropolitan Library, Mr. Lex Luther!"

After the gala officially started, a lady from the sponsor invited the big benefactor of the charity gala to give a speech on the stage with a smile on her face.

Luther, who was dressed in a black suit, walked onto the stage with a smile, kissed the lady, and then began his speech:
"...the word charity, derived from the Greek, means one who loves all..."

At the charity gala, the insignificant people are listening to Luthor talking nonsense, while the real protagonists have already started to make small moves.

Bruce shuttled through the crowd as if nothing had happened, glanced around for a while, and suddenly whispered in his mouth:
"Okay, where am I going, Alfred."

He who accepted the invitation and came to this charity gala did not come to listen to Luthor's nonsense.

He wanted to see what kind of secret this Lex Luthor had...

On the other side, the butler in front of the computer looked at the three-dimensional topographic map of the charity party venue and indicated:
"Walk through the elevator, go left..."

In the front row of the crowd, Clark, who was listening to the speech carefully, turned his head and saw Bruce walking towards the aisle.

What is he going to do?
On the other side of the front row, a tall and elegant woman in a red dress with a beautiful and dignified face turned her head almost at the same time and glanced at Bruce's back.

Bruce, who didn't notice the two people's attention at all, followed the butler's guidance, and soon came to a room full of servers.

He first inspected the room carefully to make sure there was no monitoring equipment, then took out an instrument and installed it on the server.

As soon as it was installed, the door of the room was pushed open by a lady, it was Luthor's tall and frivolous female assistant.

She looked at Bruce, smiled and asked:

"Mr. Wayne, do you need help?"

Bruce concealed his actions calmly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face:
"I thought...the bathroom was down here! That last martini was too much..."

The lady smiled meaningfully, turned around and walked out without saying anything.

"I can't stay down there, Alfred."

After the figure of the other party disappeared, Bruce said in a low voice.

The little device mounted on the server had a countdown of a few minutes, which meant it would take a while for Bruce to remove it.

"Go upstairs and socialize!"

Alfred jokingly said:
"Marry a cosmopolitan young woman and come home."

"Stop dreaming, Alfred..."

Bruce walked out of the underground passage and walked towards the party hall.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne!"

Halfway, a voice called to stop his footsteps.

"I'm Clark Kent, a reporter from the Daily Planet."

Clark reached out, Bruce gave him a friendly shake, and then casually said:
"My foundation has issued a statement in support of the book nonprofit."

Clark didn't speak, just watched Bruce quietly.

For a moment, Bruce came back to his senses, as if realizing something, he met the eyes of the man in front of him little by little.

In an instant, the two superheroes whose eyes met confirmed each other's eyes, each other...

It is the person who is on my mind!
When meeting for the first time, Clark, who has always been passive, spoke first:

"What's your stance on Gotham's bat vigilantes?"

Bruce smiled frivolously, jokingly said:

"Planet Daily... wait a minute, is this under my banner or someone else's?..."

Clark was dissatisfied with the other party's prevarication, and continued to ask:
"Civil liberties have been trampled in your city and good people live in fear..."

The smile on Bruce's face gradually disappeared, and he realized that the other party seemed to be serious.

"Don't believe any gossip you hear, child."

Young people are young people, is there no city at all?
"I saw it with my own eyes, Mr. Wayne."

Clark's expression was serious, and his tone was almost naked to ask:

"He thought he was above the law."

Hearing this, Bruce's eyes changed slightly.

Thinking of the disaster that happened in the metropolis, an uncontrollable anger quickly rose from his heart.

He couldn't understand why the other party had the face to stand here and question him so rationally and confidently?
Bruce mocked and said:
"The Daily Planet is criticizing those who think they are above the law... a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

Clark looked at the other party inexplicably, but did not respond.

“And every time your hero saves a cat from a tree, you write a touting editorial about an alien who can destroy an entire planet if he wants to. There’s really nothing we can do to stop him.”

Hearing these words, Clark moved his gaze down in silence.

After a long time, he raised his head and said:

"Most of the world doesn't agree with you, Mr. Wayne."

"Maybe my Gotham City influences me... I just have a bad history with freaks in clown clothes."

Bruce explained quietly.

"Wow! Guys! Bruce Winn and Clark Kenta met!"

A yelling sound suddenly sounded, and then Luther's disgusting smiling face approached.

"I love it! I love bringing people together!"

Luthor stretched out his hand to Bruce with a smile, and said:
"Hi, how are you!"

Bruce grimaced and shook him lightly.

"Hello! My name is Lex Luthor."

Then, he walked up to Clark and shook hands, and exclaimed exaggeratedly after shaking hands:
"Hand strength is really strong! Don't fight with this person!"

The latter sentence was said to Bruce, and it seemed to mean something.

"After all these years, we have finally invited you to the Metropolis."

Luther said to Bruce, the words were full of deep meaning.

Is he referring to Bruce Wayne, the owner of Gotham City, the chairman of the Wayne Group, or the Dark Knight who has been active in Gotham for 20 years?

Bruce had a ghost in his heart, looked away and smiled:

"I came to drink up your wine..."

"You're welcome!"

Luther didn't seem to notice Bruce's strangeness, and said quickly:

"But you should come here often, I want to show you my laboratory, maybe we can cooperate in some aspects."

After a pause, he continued with a little self-mockery:
"My R&D department likes to do some crooked ways..."

Bruce's eyes moved slightly, as if remembering something.

But before he could answer, the butler's voice came from the headset:

"The time is up, the transmission should have been completed..."

Clark frowned slightly, then looked at Bruce.

At this moment, Luther's female assistant came over and whispered something in his ear.

"what?"

Luther asked in surprise:
"Who?"

"I!"

The voice that answered him came from the entrance, and everyone looked at it together.

I saw Wang Wu with a calm expression, walking in with ease as if he was visiting the back garden of his own home.

"Don't you like to gather people together? Why, I'm not welcome?"

Seeing Luthor, whose eyes were wide open, mouth tightly shut, and forced to remain calm, Wang Wu walked up to the protagonists tonight, and said with a light smile.