[Comprehensive British and American] The son of the villain does not want to inherit the family busi

The female reporter with the microphone described the scene impassionedly on the TV, and the cameraman with her was making sure that she was in the center of the audience's field of vision while turning the lens slightly to search for the flash of red in the sky at any time. cloak.In this way, the Rex Building, which was almost cut in half by the hot gaze and submerged in the black smoke, was completely reduced to a background board.

"To be able to reach this level is really worthy of Superman!"

In the huge store, it is not known who was the first to express praise to the guardian of the metropolis.This is like throwing a brick to attract jade, attracting the approval of other people loudly or quietly.

People in the store crowded towards the TV, wanting to see if they could catch a glimpse of the post-war heroes. Even the waiter who was waiting for the boss's order near Bruce Wayne and Kelvin couldn't help stretching. The neck quietly looked over there.

——In this world that desperately needs superheroes, anyone with a discerning eye knows which is more popular, the son of the sun or the rich man of Gotham.

The big boss, whose sense of existence was weakened by this incident, raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have much opinion about it.He changed to a more comfortable sitting position, but accidentally bumped into the shoes that Ke Wen had just given him.

Bruce Wayne took advantage of the opportunity to look around, only to find that the place where people should be sitting obediently was empty—this made him experience the feeling of others seeing Batman turn his head away.

I have to say, this feeling is very bad.

He quickly scanned the entire store, and finally found Ke Wen in the crowd.

The other party didn't know when he squeezed into the closest place to the TV screen. His maple syrup-colored head covered most of the screen, and his hands hanging loosely on his waist were tightly clenched into fists. He didn't know whether it was excitement or anger.However, judging from the status of other people, the former should be the majority.

"...What's the matter, B?" Clark Kent subconsciously asked as if sensing his partner's attention shifting.

"It's nothing."

The "nothing" in Batman's mouth is usually not really nothing. The Son of Steel from Metropolis obviously wanted to explore further, but was stopped by the other party's emotionless glance——

"Tell me about your purpose in coming here."

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Ke Wen took the situation on TV into his eyes, and he directly screened out the female reporter's appreciation of Superman's deeds and the pictures of Superman that were switched out from time to time.The smoky Rex Building zoomed in and out before his eyes.

damn it!The out-of-print discs related to film and television that he collected with great painstaking care and the signatures of the previous actor are still in the office in that building!I don't know if I'm still alive or not!

Ke Wen gritted his teeth, trying his best to stop Gu Qiaowang from hitting the TV screen with his fist.He turned around in the crowd, forcefully knocked away a few people, and rushed into an empty room with no one there.When passing somewhere, Bruce Wayne seemed to call him, but he didn't pay attention.

The door closed behind him, and everything became quiet.This seems to be a large changing room, both in terms of privacy and sound insulation, it is surprisingly good.

He took out the communicator and connected to the channel belonging to Lex Luthor. The first sentence he spoke was——

"How is my office?"

His voice was faint, like a strong wind swirling, and the few shareholders who followed Lex Luthor on the other side of the screen shrank in shock. The young man who always smiled at them with the script seemed At this moment it becomes very strange.

Lex Luthor didn't express anything special, and there was even a smile in his eyes, "It's ruined."

"Then what I keep in the military-grade safe—"

"Oh, that," the old father deliberately paused, and then spread his hands, "I took a look at it for you after it happened, but it was too late. Those things—your precious video peripherals are gone, a None left."

I don't know why, but after getting the answer, Colvin suddenly became calm, and even his voice returned to normal, "Superman did it."

"Yes, it's him. I've said long ago that Superman will bring disaster to the earth." Lex Luthor moved closer, gradually gritted his teeth, "Not only did he destroy the Lex Tower, but he also frequently appeared in our important archives, and then I discovered that my trade secrets had been stolen."

"...send a helicopter to pick me up and I'm going back to Metropolis."

"It's not necessary." Lex Luthor called up the positioning system through the satellite, and the red dot representing Superman on the map came all the way across the sea from the metropolis. "He's in Gotham right now."

"Can you find out his exact location?"

"Not in a short period of time. Gotham is Batman's territory. It is a bit troublesome to obtain information, but there should be results within 24 hours."

"Send me directly when you find his location."

"Seriously?" Lex Luthor raised his eyebrows, "I thought your mind wasn't on this kind of thing."

"Aren't you happy, daddy?" Colvin deliberately dragged the end of the sound extremely long.

"No, quite the opposite. I'm glad someone came out and did it, or Lex Enterprises would probably go out of business."

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After about a few minutes, the door of the changing room was opened.Ke Wen changed into a slightly larger dress, and the overly long sleeves flicked as he walked, and he still held the ace agent clothes he had just changed in his arms.

He piled the suit next to Bruce Wayne, but it didn't sit still.Seeing that the clothes were about to slide to the ground along the smooth surface, he had to give it a hand, "I've already changed this set of clothes."

——In order to find an excuse for staying in the changing room for so long, he could only do this.

Bruce Wayne, who had just finished his conversation with Clark Kent, didn't miss the corner of the young man's drooping mouth and the other's curled fingers that were pressed into his clothes vigorously.

"Baby, it's okay." He gently hugged the other person's shoulders, raised the corners of his mouth that had been lowered because of the information he got from Superman, and finally showed a smile.Standing aside and witnessing everything, Superman also had to sigh with emotion at the speed of his partner's face-changing——

"None of these clothing items are irreplaceable. You can choose from the major luxury stores in Gotham. It doesn't matter how many pieces you have. As for paying the bill, just leave this trivial matter to me, huh?"

Before that, Bruce Wayne felt that this method was very practical. Whenever he decided to buy something for others, those people would immediately be happy.

But Ke Wen didn't respond to this, and he still looked sullen, which made the playboy who was in love feel a little at a loss.

Clark Kent obviously noticed this too, so he guessed, "Maybe it's not because of the clothes? He became like this after watching TV, maybe he was bullied by others in the process. Like..."

He choked up, and then used the active brain cells of journalists, "Is something stolen or destroyed by others...?"