The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Clark and colleagues Kate and Jimmy arrived at Luthor's meeting on time.

There were no attacks, no aliens, and no troubles that had to be resolved. It was rare for Clark to hand out his badge smoothly and enter the venue according to the formal procedures, without racking his brains to find a reason for his absence.

Many celebrities have already entered the arena one after another. Brightly dressed men and women gathered together in twos and threes, talking about the most popular topics in the upper class.

The reporters gathered in a place farther away. It is not yet the time to interview. They can only wait aside and take a few photos from a distance, hoping that the hot people they have selected can pass by them and answer a few questions. , or would like to honor the honor of giving an exclusive interview.

"Don't be so nervous, Clark. Those who will arrive early are ordinary characters. Let the gossip tabloids fight for it. What we want is high-quality goods." Kate seized the last time to touch up her makeup with the small mirror that she carried with her. Not without showing off.

"I'm not nervous," Clark said.

He's really not nervous, but he doesn't know why, he always has a feeling that something will happen later, he doesn't know if there is a super premonition in his ability, which makes him a little distracted rather.

"Have you prepared all the questions for today? If you forget your words in the middle of the interview, Perry will eat you."

"Ah." Clark responded blankly, and then said, "Louis gave me the question book she prepared."

"Who is the subject of the interview?"

Clark was taken aback.

It wasn't until he was asked that he remembered that he really didn't know the name of the interviewee.

Louis thought that as a reporter he must know, so he didn't specifically emphasize it, and all his energy has been focused on Bruce in the past few days, so he didn't pay attention to these.

"Ah... that's the one, that newcomer..." Clark said in a squeak.

"Bruce Wayne." Kate said with a normal face, "It's just a lucky upstart, don't expect too much... What's wrong with you?!"

Bruce... Wayne?

Clark's body froze for a moment, and he looked like an ordinary person who had been struck by lightning.

Jimmy hurried over and patted his face lightly, "Hey, are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

Clark still looked like he was out of his body, and he only recovered after being pushed a few times by him. "I-no-thing..."

"I'm coming!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly became commotion, and Lex Luthor stepped out of the elevator, announcing that the real highlight was about to begin.

Clark was also surrounded by Jimmy, but his mind was still in chaos.

Will it be the same name?He thought a little confused.

However, the secret bases that he had seen before, the equipment that Bruce used to lead, and the expensive ingredients that often appeared at home all proved that Bruce was probably the rich man.

But how is it possible?

A sense of grievance arose in Clark's heart for no reason. He had already confessed his secret, but his best friend had been hiding it from him.

Maybe a little bit of disappointment mixed in.

"Don't be dazed, hurry up." Jimmy whispered, and quickly pressed the shutter with his fingers.

The real celebrities of the Metropolis began to slowly enter the arena, the flashing lights flickered fiercely, the crowd let out one after another, and a group of reporters began to push forward.

Suddenly, Clark heard Kate let out a short "wow" sound.

He turned his head and caught Bruce's eyes unsuspectingly.

What kind of eyes are those.

Bruce always praised his eyes as blue as the sky, but he thought Bruce's eyes were really beautiful, which made people unable to look away.

Like the night sky, like the ocean, like the abyss...it seems to be able to suck you in, and make you completely intoxicated in the scorching depth.

Bruce looked completely different from usual.

He was wearing a hand-stitched haute couture suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and the smile on his lips made his three-dimensional facial features look even more charming.

He is like a real aristocrat who walked out of a stage play in the last century, perfectly conforming to all the romantic fantasies people of this era have about the world of luxury and money.

Clarke saw Kate sneaking a touch through her hair, constantly checking that her image was flawless.

"Did you see that? Clark, he's just amazing." Kate squealed softly. "I guarantee that the entertainment version of Betty and the fashion version of cock will cry because they didn't get this chance. "

She completely lost the feeling of dismissiveness just now, her eyes were shining brightly, she didn't look like a news reporter who was used to seeing big scenes, but like a young girl who just fell in love.

Clark felt a bit sour, and he blamed it on Bruce taking only a second to pry his colleague away.

This face-seeking world can't be better!

Bruce didn't seem to see him, too, in such a glamorous venue, facing a group of the most famous people in the whole metropolis, who would notice an ordinary, clumsy little reporter in old-fashioned clothes.

Bruce skillfully mixed with those well-known entrepreneurs, rich people and even politicians, chatting and laughing while pushing drinks.

The circle is often exclusive, especially for unrooted upstarts, who are treated like circus clowns by the upper-class elite, playing them around with cryptic verbal traps.

But it seems that Bruce does not apply to this unspoken rule. He stands there, as if he is one of them. Even if someone occasionally wants to trouble him, just standing next to him is already a judgment. And after a few conversations, they almost made them feel ashamed.

Flashing lights surrounded him, beautiful women danced like butterflies around him, and reporters rushed up like bees smelling the fragrance of flowers. He is a real media darling, wherever he walks, he is the focus of attention of the crowd .

"What are you waiting for, Kent." Kate stepped on high heels and rushed into the crowd with her head held high. Clark had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow, praying in his heart that Bruce would not notice him.

It's a pity that maybe he was too far away from Krypton, beyond Rao's service area, his prayer was not fulfilled, Bruce turned his head and met his eyes as if he knew where he was.

He saw Bruce show a charming smile, let go of the beautiful girl in his arms, and walked slowly towards him.

The beautiful eyes were getting closer and closer to him, and finally stopped in front of him, and the owner of the eyes leaned on him in a way that would not be too rude but intimate enough, "wrap yourself under such shabby clothes, Your body will cry, sweetie~"

Clark felt his scalp tingling. This kind of voice had a hook, and even every tiny movement seemed to be discharging, completely unlike the Bruce he was familiar with.

It wasn't until the surrounding flashes flashed randomly, and the sound of the shutter being pressed, that Clark reacted belatedly.

"!!!"

He's here to make headlines!Not for the headlines! !How about playing without it? ! !

Clark straightened his glasses, calmly trying to change the subject, "Hello, Mr. Bruce, I'm Clark Kent, a reporter from the Daily Planet, and I'd like to ask you to answer a few questions."

"Hmm, if it's you, a dozen questions don't matter." Bruce approached him and smiled in a more ambiguous tone, "But I think we should find a place with fewer people and have a more in-depth exchange and discussion ~"

Clark twitched his lips.

Before he could respond, there was another commotion in the crowd. Seeing Luther walking towards this side, Clark quickly backed away, but was held firmly by Bruce.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne." Luther held a glass of champagne, "I've heard you famous for a long time, and I'm glad to see you here."

"Where is it, I should have placed it earlier." Bruce laughed. "If it wasn't for Mr. Luthor, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here today. I should have visited earlier."

Clark: "..."

This kind of poisonous tongue wrapped in honey, this kind of skill that is always ready to stick two knives in your knee, it really is Bruce.

Luther's face is obviously thicker than when we met last time, and he was not angry when he heard the words, "There will always be people who have to pay for the future of mankind. I am on the right path. I believe that one day people will I will understand that by then I will have gained far more than what I have lost today."

"I salute you." Bruce raised his glass, "I personally pay tribute to your great cause. The future of mankind should be chosen by mankind itself. But forgive me for being a vulgar businessman. Benefits and beauties are far more worth sticking to than beliefs."

"Understandable." Luthor clinked glasses with him, "I am very interested in your new technology, and hope to cooperate in the future."

"Wait for the good news~"