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He looked up and saw the silent Superman also scrutinizing his body, as if using super vision to observe whether Ian had swallowed the black ball.
As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.
Clark had seen Ian attempt to chew on evil spirits—even though he didn't know Ian had already chewed half of them in the world of spirits, he still had great faith in Ian's "pica" symptoms.
"Indeed not."
Clark examined Ian carefully for a long time and only found a trace of green energy in his body, the effect of [Fel Corruption], but it seemed to be suppressed well by Ian's body. Although his youngest son wasn't completely unharmed, at least he hadn't become a host to the eerie black sphere, which made Clark breathe a slight sigh of relief.
"A big shot?"
This wasn't the first time Clark had heard Ian use that title. His eyes flickered, and he raised his arm, rolled up the sleeve of his battle robe, and looked at his arm, which had somehow returned to normal.
immediately.
The old father silently and carefully sensed it again.
In the end, he also chose to believe Ian.
"What boss?"
Kara rubbed her eyes, which Ian had poked, her face full of confusion. She clearly couldn't sense the stagnation that had occurred in the world like Clark had.
My cousin is really bad.
Still need to practice more.
Ian thought to himself. Kara was still frowning and looking around, but she didn't see anything. She looked at Superman suspiciously, but he just shook his head slightly to indicate that she didn't need to investigate further.
“We need to have a frank conversation, father and son. Of course, we need to go back first, so your mother won’t worry too much,” Clark said seriously to Ian.
immediately.
Thank you for your help today.
He also felt awkward calling Kara his cousin.
"fine."
Kara waved her hand, a gloating smile playing on her lips: "It's only right for family members to help each other. When you get back, just give this kid a good beating for me."
really.
A woman's vengefulness knows no bounds. Ian felt extremely wronged. He hadn't even used Kara's face to smash things; he'd used the back of her head and forehead. Wasn't that enough respect for his aunt?
"I have to go back and write an article for my boss, so I'll be going now." Kara declined Clark's dinner invitation and prepared to leave. Hearing her words, Ian also decided to try to salvage the relationship between aunt and niece.
“I’m really good at writing. If you don’t believe me, ask my dad if he needs me to write your article.” Ian looked at Clark, but Clark’s expression was indescribable.
Kara's expression was also strange.
"Think about how you're going to explain your problem to your father." After saying that, she immediately turned into a gust of wind and disappeared from the now dilapidated restaurant.
Four or five of the numb workers who were eating earlier have disappeared.
in situ.
All that was left was a pool of green pus.
"They are all pitiful people."
Clark looked at the pus and sighed with pity and sadness.
“Let’s go, we still need to find someone to help deal with the contamination in your body.” After saying that, Superman composed himself and grabbed Ian by the back of the neck.
"Wait, Dad, I—"
Ian hadn't finished speaking yet.
There was a "whoosh" sound.
next second.
The father and son also disappeared from the spot.
……
I don't know how much time has passed.
As darkness fell.
Outside the rusty barbed wire fence, a dozen armed men in black tactical uniforms silently pulled up the cordon, their gun barrels coldly pointed at the workers trying to return.
"Why won't we be allowed in? Are you planning to withhold our overtime pay?" shouted angrily a worker wearing a hard hat, who was probably the leader of the group.
"Company orders: no one is allowed to enter today." The lead mercenary's tone was curt; all of them wore uniforms emblazoned with the letters "LexCorp."
The crowd stirred, and complaints arose.
“I heard that government officials came before… Could it be that the factory has been shut down by the government?” One worker was worried about losing his job, but all he got in return was the mercenaries’ “no comment”.
"It's because of an infectious disease! An infectious disease that happened yesterday and today!" someone who claimed to be an insider said, his voice filled with worry, as if he was afraid of being infected through contact.
"The government people took away a body! It was oozing green pus! It must be a serious infectious disease!" The worker clearly witnessed the cleanup crew that Kalana had called over the phone. He just didn't know why the DEO personnel hadn't sealed off the area; instead, it was Lex Group's private armed forces that had done the blockade.
Perhaps it's because of their financial power.
It could also be due to their influence over government agencies.
America in the DC Universe is like this: a president who can manipulate the stock market and financial transactions at will cannot be born here, and the voice of the tycoons is indeed more powerful than that of high-ranking officials.
"We demand compensation!"
The workers began an "uprising".
Just then, a black luxury sedan silently drove up, its tires splashing through the puddles, kicking up a cloud of mud. The door opened, and a pair of gleaming leather shoes stepped onto the ground.
Lex Luthor strode out, his bald head reflecting a cold light.
"Don't worry, each of you will receive financial compensation from the company, as well as a free comprehensive medical check-up," Luther said, calming the restless crowd.
immediately.
Without looking back, he strode into the sewage treatment plant. He walked straight to the messy restaurant, his leather shoes making a crisp cracking sound as they stepped on the broken glass.
"Fool, you can't even seize an opportunity." Luther's gaze swept around, his tone sarcastic, and it was unclear who he was cursing. He turned and left the restaurant, heading towards other areas.
After passing through several heavy metal doors, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous server room.
"A genuine idiot."
Seeing that the door showed no signs of being opened, Luther revealed a confident, mocking smile. He gestured to his men to use the key to open the door, and then walked alone into the seemingly ordinary server room.
Between the old machines.
Luther locked the door behind him, crouched down, lifted a hidden lead plate on the floor, and then descended the revealed staircase to a lead-lined chamber.
"Boom~"
Luther scans the iris.
The door to the secret room opened. Inside, the air was thick and damp. The only source of light was a flickering red emergency light, which stained the entire room crimson.
In the center of the room, a man was suspended in mid-air by heavy iron chains, his arms outstretched, like a suffering statue. His skin was so pale it was almost sickly, and you could even see the dark veins.
Like a zombie.
His head hung low, and his disheveled black hair obscured his face and his cloudy eyes. Luther walked to the side and scooped a bowl of thick, green liquid from the metal bucket.
“Come on, let’s continue our game. Drink it, and then… become an even more perfect weapon.” Luther grabbed the man’s chin, forcing him to lift the face that Ian might find familiar.
The man let out a furious, beast-like growl, struggling, the chains rattling. Luther remained unmoved, pressing the bowl to the man's lips and pouring green liquid into his mouth.
"Yes, that's it, don't waste it."
Luther was whispering.
The tone is excited.
He watched as the man continued to drink the thick, green soup.
Some liquid spilled from the corner of the man's mouth, flowed down his neck, and finally dripped onto his chest, staining the battle robe with the letter "S" on it with a dirty color.
Evil energy.
The energy surged wildly within the man's body, and his flesh and skin began to change.
Chapter 52 Rank Advancement! World Recognition!
The night wind howled.
Ian's hair was blown into a mess.
He was glad he wasn't British; otherwise, if he let his hair be blown around by such a fierce wind, the probability of him going bald at a young age would surely rise from 80% to around 90%.
"Are you sure you don't need someone to deal with the... problem inside you?" Clark was flying with Ian by the back of his neck, having already stopped Ian from trying to climb onto his back for the fifth time.
Clark didn't initially refuse, as it was an opportunity to show his fatherly love. However, when he discovered that Ian was trying to pull his hair, he chose to hold Ian in his hands instead. Perhaps teenagers don't need to worry about baldness, but a Kryptonian in his forties doesn't have that much confidence.
"It's really not necessary!"
Ian looked at the negative effect of "Curse of Blood" on his status bar and was very glad that even though Miss Death took away that shattered world, his negative status was not cleared like his father's.
[You are being corrupted by fel energy. Experience points +1]
What a beautiful voice! It's like a VIP treatment that you only get in a game where you can level up to 99 in one hit. It's practically the same as having an auto-leveling feature enabled!
“I think you need… Your body has already started to become contaminated.” Superman looked down at his youngest son, Ian, whose skin had indeed begun to turn green.
It has clearly been severely corrupted by evil energy.
only.
Ian didn't care.
"Bearing this curse will strengthen my mind and hone my superpowers!" Ian activated the [Healing Frenzy] skill, making himself look pink again.
I saw.
In the blink of an eye, the green color that had appeared on Ian's body had completely faded away.
The flesh and blood corrupted by evil energy were healed.
As for the cost—it was just a little bit of fat. Ian felt a little hungry and missed the nourishing soup he had eaten before. He wished he could have a few sips of that soup anytime, anywhere.
It's just like a mana potion in a game.