SUP Chapter 53: Unexpected Guest! Who Is This Visitor!

Even though Ian was indeed quite melancholy.

Sincere and heartfelt.

Lois still didn't quite believe what he said. Not only that, Lois felt that Clark shouldn't believe it either. Superman's physical constitution should definitely have higher poison resistance than an ordinary person like her.

Where was his brain?

"You just believe him like that?" Lois looked at Clark, who was keeping his head down eating and didn't want to get involved. Clark quickly put down his spoon and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"There are always many things in this world that we can't explain... Our family itself is quite unscientific, so it's not impossible that Ian has befriended a goddess that only he can see." Clark didn't answer directly, but used a more tactful approach. He really believed that Ian's words definitely contained some truth.

"Of course I don't doubt how magical this world can be... I've seen quite a lot being with you, but even so, what Ian is telling us is still too bizarre."

Lois sighed heavily.

"A bit of artistic processing, not much. You know, Mom, I'm a writer, I can't control myself." Ian blinked and quickly made amends.

He had originally planned to bury his head in his meal.

However, thinking that he now had two big bosses to please.

"Praise Death, thank you for granting me dinner... and thank my adoptive father too." Ian had never been a subordinate before, so he simply copied the habits of Christians.

Rain and dew evenly distributed.

Not slighting anyone.

The Death Knight remained aloof with no response, probably unable to respond. However, Death, who he had contacted again through prayer, was different.

"Shut up!"

She even directly gave Ian an angry rebuke as feedback. Look, feelings were developed through interaction. Not only did she reply instantly, it was even a voice message. Ian only felt his head buzzing.

However, even so.

He still had something to say.

"Oh no, Mom, now there's no artistic processing at all. It's definitely a crush." Ian's tone was resolute, making both Clark and Lois feel completely bewildered.

The couple had no idea what was happening.

"Even if what you're saying is true."

Lois rolled her eyes and decided not to dwell on this topic anymore. She picked up her spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of boiled green vegetables, and dumped it heavily into Ian's bowl.

"But even if you're madly loved by a super goddess, you still have to eat all these green vegetables tonight." It had to be said, maternal love was silent, just hard to swallow.

Hearing his mother's words, Ian looked at the additional green vegetables in his bowl with a face like bitter gourd.

Broccoli.

It might be one of the symbolic foods of elite families.

However, it was definitely a lifelong enemy for meat lovers like him.

"Crunch~"

Ian had just taken a bite.

The next moment, he saw his silent father stand up very angrily.

"Ding dong~"

From the direction of the front door.

The doorbell immediately rang.

"I'll go, I'll go."

Ian quickly spat out the broccoli in his mouth and rushed quickly toward the front door. However, someone rushed even faster than him. Ian only felt his eyes blur as Clark blocked in front of him.

"I'll handle it."

Clark pushed Ian behind him.

He gritted his teeth and opened the door.

"Bruce, we agreed that you can't come disturb my normal life." He obviously already knew who the visitor was, speaking to the person outside with a very dissatisfied tone.

This name immediately made Ian's heart jump. He quickly tilted his head and looked past Clark's broad arms toward outside the door. He saw a middle-aged man in a custom suit with extraordinary bearing standing outside.

His build was particularly imposing.

However, it didn't appear overly exaggerated.

His entire body carried the unique aura of old money families. It was Bruce Wayne, that master of Gotham, the fake skin that the Dark Knight of the night used to cover his identity!

"I'm not here for you, Clark." Bruce calmly interrupted, his gaze passing over Superman's broad shoulders to fall on Ian, who was peeking curiously from behind.

"I'm here for the author of a manuscript that Wayne Enterprises' publishing house received today." He nodded slightly to Ian, "I presume you are Mr. Ian Kent?"

The Batman pretending to be a proper person spoke in a gentle tone, appearing extremely polite.

"You really submitted your novel?!" Clark obviously hadn't expected that Ian actually wanted to publish his work. He was first stunned, then immediately turned back to look at his youngest son.

His gaze was very surprised and strange.

"I have to let the world appreciate my earth-shaking talent." Ian nodded as if it were natural. He looked as if he was instead thinking of the world's people, appearing righteously determined to enlighten the masses of America.

"..."

Clark's expression was wonderful.

Compared to his speechlessness.

Bruce actually gave affirmation to Ian's confidence.

"It is indeed a very talented work."

He commented with an unchanged expression.

Making Clark feel that Bruce had no good intentions.

"Are you serious?"

Clark frowned tightly, those oppressive eyes staring very seriously at Bruce outside the door. Bruce was unmoved, his gaze calmly meeting Clark's.

"Please don't doubt my vision as an investor." Bruce's voice was steady, as if stating ordinary facts, "I'm just doing what a businessman should do."

"Young Mr. Kent's book will definitely make me rich in a specific market." His tone was very certain, leaving Clark full of astonishment.

He really didn't know whether to continue suspecting Bruce's ill intentions or to suspect people's current mental state. The throbbing at his temples was Kryptonian high blood pressure that Clark hadn't felt in a long time.

"Congratulations, Clark, you're about to have a millionaire son." Bruce's smile became increasingly obvious, at least his tone sounded genuinely congratulatory.

Hearing this, Clark remained silent.

But Ian's eyes had already lit up.

"Really? The Mr. Wayne who appears on TV and whose word is his bond!" Ian's head emerged from under Clark's armpit. He never stinted on praising others.

"I guarantee it."

Bruce smiled and nodded.

"What a rude old father... Please come in! Please come in!" Ian instantly transformed into the most enthusiastic host, pushing aside Clark, who was still in a state of speechlessness and confusion, and welcomed Bruce into the house.

How to put it, since the other party had come to the door.

There must be an explanation.

Acting resistant wouldn't help.

Moreover, Ian didn't want to have a problem with Franklin.

"Would you like to try my mom's broccoli? Especially healthy white people food!" Ian brought Bruce to the dining room and actively shared his plate of broccoli with the Batman disguised as a human.

"No, thank you." Bruce glanced at the wilted green plants on the plate and the suspicious paste-like substance on them, his mouth corner twitching almost imperceptibly.

His instincts told him.

Eating this plate of stuff might give him a serious illness.

"Who's here? Hmm?"

Lois came out of the kitchen, saw the seated Bruce, her expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything, just looked up at Clark who followed in.

Clark shook his head almost imperceptibly at his wife.

"My son may indeed have talent that I can't appreciate, but I don't think just publishing a book is worth a busy person like you making a personal trip."

Clark sat across from Bruce.

"You're right."

Bruce unhurriedly took out an exquisite device from his coat's inner pocket.

"However, what if we add this... Don't I have the right to investigate?" He pressed it toward the living room TV, and the automatically lit screen was broadcasting today's evening news.

"Witnesses captured this dangerous moment with their phones." The news anchor's voice came from the speakers, "Supergirl once again timely saved a Boeing passenger plane that was about to crash."

"This is the 364th plane accident this year, and also the 360th Boeing accident. As citizens, I can't help but ask, what about the other four plane accidents?"

This questioning was very reasonable.

The camera turned to blurry phone video footage. Kara stood heroically in front of the plane being interviewed, and behind her, a figure with stockings over his head was charging fees and taking photos with survivors.

"According to very reliable information, a new superhero has appeared. He and Supergirl appeared together at another accident scene shortly after the plane incident."

"We can reasonably infer that this man is a rookie hero learning from Supergirl. Enthusiastic netizens have given him a very vivid nickname."

The host was very seriously reporting the news.

Outside the television.

Hearing what the world called him.

Ian's expression directly fell into a daze.

"What the hell?! Stocking Man?"

Facing what might very well be his origin story as an Independent NPC.

He was truly flushed with embarrassment.

At this moment, Ian somewhat wanted to make the whole world feel pain, but thinking that if he did that, his title might change from Stocking Man to Stocking Monster or Dr. Stocking or something like that.

He calmed down again.

"Actually, I was wearing flesh-colored stockings, so I should be called Flesh-Stocking Man, though Flesh-Stocking Superman doesn't sound bad either. Very legitimate." Ian suddenly corrected the host's statement in the TV with a peaceful tone.

"????"

Batman rarely lost his composure.

Unless he really couldn't hold it in.

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