Metropolis

Chapter 75 Metropolis

The metropolis is a legendary city.

Unlike the perpetually rainy Gotham, Metropolis is a city with more sunny skies than rainy days. This place is always bustling, with towering skyscrapers standing in every corner of the city, throngs of people moving through busy streets, and electronic signs reflecting off glass curtain walls, giving the city a modern touch.

Here there are clear skies and sunshine, but it's not the warm sunlight of Kansas, where endless waves of wheat ripple across the fields. The sunlight in the metropolis seems a bit dimmer, and everyone living in this city is always in a hurry.

"It's very tall!"

Kara stood at the base of the skyscraper, looking up at the majestic building. The curtain wall reflected the dazzling sunlight, like a giant mirror reflecting the surrounding scenery, gleaming with the cold luster of steel and glass. The lines on the curtain wall intertwined to form beautiful geometric patterns, creating a wonderful visual effect through beveled cuts and reflections.

After all, she had only seen Gotham since coming to Earth, and Gotham's style was completely different. Few buildings with a predominantly Gothic style were built to such a height; only buildings like Wayne Tower and nearby office buildings might have this height, but the feeling they gave was also completely different.

"what!"

An elderly woman bumped into her as she looked up at the building, causing her handbag to fall to the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Kara bent down to help her pick up her bag. "Let me help you."

"What are you doing!?"

The old woman glared at her fiercely, then snatched her bag back: "Give it back to me!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to..."

"Counting floors? You're not a local, are you, young lady?" The old lady frowned.

"No, no," Kara said nervously, tugging at her skirt. "Why?"

"Locals don't stand around counting buildings all the time, you country bumpkin." The old lady snorted heavily, slung her bag over her shoulder again, and left. "Stay away from me."

Kara watched her retreating figure, a little hurt: "I thought only people from Gotham weren't so friendly."

"That's how times are now, but who knows what will happen in the future." Shen You patted her shoulder. "Don't think about her anymore. Aren't we here to see your cousin?"

"Um!"

Kara immediately put her discomfort behind her back. Now that she was all alone on a foreign planet, it was always exciting to see her blood relatives again.

However, Shen You hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

I turned around and realized, oh, I'd lost Kara.

Kara stopped beside a pitiful-looking homeless man on the street, her eyes wide: "Do you need help, sir?"

"certainly."

The homeless man pitifully raised his head, holding up the empty bowl in front of him as if he wanted to beg for some money, but upon seeing that there was a remarkably beautiful girl in front of him, he put down the bowl and changed his mind.

"I'm still missing a wife, you see."

"Ah," Kara shook her head, "there's nothing I can do about that."

"Don't look at me like this!" The homeless man quickly sat up straight, lowered his voice, and said with a serious expression, "I'll tell you this secret in secret, but don't tell anyone else, I'm actually not from Earth!"

"Huh?" Kara looked shocked.

I almost blurted it out, "Huh, what a coincidence? It's not me either."

"I come from the Vega star system, and I belong to the royal family of our planet. Internal turmoil forced us to remain stranded here. When I return to the royal family and assume power, I will reward you with a planet."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen You had already returned and dragged Kara away. As she was being pulled away, she muttered, "Hey Shen You, wait a minute, he said he's an alien too."

A moment later, they finally arrived at the legendary "Daily Planet".

"Why would Karl be in a place like this?" Karl asked, puzzled.

"Because that's what interests him most. Wait a moment, let me find him." Shen You narrowed his eyes.

Otto's gaze easily pierced through the wall and locked onto their target.

Kal-El, Superman, whose Earth name is Clark Kent.

Right now, young Da Chao is sitting at his desk, which is piled high with a computer and documents. The young reporter in a suit and tie is sitting behind the desk, answering a phone call, and has a cast on his arm?

Shen You was slightly surprised for a moment. What kind of deity could put a superhuman arm in a cast?

However, a quick glance revealed that it was clearly an act. Superman's arm was perfectly fine, completely normal. It was obvious that his identity as Clark Kent had gotten him involved in some dangerous incident, and he was deliberately putting on a facade to clear his colleagues of suspicion that he was Superman.

"Yes, Lois, I'd love to go too," Clark said with a helpless expression into the phone. "But as you know, I was thrown off a bridge by gangsters the day before yesterday, and thankfully Superman happened to be passing by and caught me."

Yes, that's right, it's a serious injury. I can't feel my entire arm right now."

However, at this point, Da Chao suddenly looked left and right, looking like a primary school student peeking at whether the teacher was present in class.

Finding that no one seemed to be paying attention to him, he secretly pulled his arm out of the cast—because he was holding the phone in his other hand—then quickly picked up the coffee on the table, took a comfortable sip, and then, taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, quickly put his arm back in the cast.

Shen You: "."

It wasn't that he wanted to complain, but Da Chao's disguise was so half-hearted; he couldn't even finish the act!

"Yes, I'm too injured to move at all. I think I'll stick to my office. That's all, see you later."

Clark hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

A young photographer with freckles on his face approached Clark.

"It's still serious, Clark?"

"Yeah, Jimmy," Clark said, feigning pain and rubbing his shoulder in frustration. "It makes me feel like a useless person."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. Perry said you can take a day off. Oh right, you have visitors."

"Mine?" Clark asked, somewhat surprised.

He doesn't remember arranging to meet anyone.

"Yes, it seems they came from Gotham. They just arrived at the waiting room."

"Okay, I'll go check it out. Thanks, Jimmy."

Clark got up in confusion and went to the waiting room.

"Who are you?" He closed the door to the waiting room, looking puzzled at the unfamiliar face before him.

"Shen You, from Gotham." Shen You smiled and shook hands with him. "I'm a fan, it's nice to meet you, Clark. Or perhaps the name you use more often lately is Superman?"

"What?" Clark jerked his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted. "I don't understand what you mean."

Shen You looked at him helplessly: "Uh, no offense, but you're only wearing glasses."

"Glasses? What glasses? Oh right." Clark adjusted his heavy frames. "You mean my nearsightedness? It's an old problem, it's gotten worse since middle school. Without these, I feel practically blind."

As the two were talking, Kara silently appeared behind Clark and stealthily approached.

Then, at close range, it suddenly accelerates and strikes like lightning with super speed!

After being trained by Shen You, Kara had mastered the basics of super speed, and with precise movements, she removed Clark's glasses from his nose. Clark's pupils contracted, and he reflexively reached out and grabbed her fair wrist.

"Hmm, your hand looks fine, Mr. Kent," Shen You interrupted.

Clark blinked, looked down, and realized that he had instinctively pulled his arm out of the cast.

Now there's absolutely no need to act anymore.

Clark exchanged a glance with Kara, a look of surprise on his face.

"Are you karaoke?"

PY time!

Wuxia: You start with sixty years' worth of internal energy!

Chaos reigns, and the martial world is in turmoil.

Thieves disregard the law, tyrants slaughter countless people, and demonic forces wreak havoc on the world.

Jiang Ran transmigrated to this world and awakened the [Sword-Holder System], thus embarking on his journey into the martial world with a sword in hand.

At the pinnacle of power, heroes gather.

A peerless swordsman has emerged, dominating all directions!

He pointed his sword horizontally, his eyes cold and sharp:

"Let me see, which one of you is the wanted criminal!"

(End of this chapter)