novelnext Chapter 70 My dear brother, I've missed you so much!
Chapter 70 My dear brother, I've missed you so much!
Chapter 70 My dear brother, I've missed you so much!
The woman's face immediately showed an expression of extreme fear, and she no longer cared about showing off her ten ounces of meat.
She tried desperately to make a sound, but her neck was firmly gripped by a large, iron-like hand, and a strong feeling of suffocation washed over her like a tidal wave, making it impossible for her to utter a single word.
"I have absolutely no interest in what you call intelligence. After all, what could trash like you, who can't even get into the outer perimeter, possibly know?"
Lucas spoke calmly, as if he had already seen through what the beautiful woman wanted to say.
He did not kill the woman.
Instead, he casually broke both of the woman's arms and left her in the corridor.
"Listen, go back and tell your contact to prepare. I prefer to see an owl struggle before it dies rather than die a clean and quick death."
Ignoring the excruciating pain, the beautiful woman, her mind filled with fear, hurriedly nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Then get out of here, and remember to hurry, or I'll get you out of here myself."
Watching the woman leave in a hurry, Lucas thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the corner at the end of the corridor.
Jonathan Klein was trembling and hiding behind the stairs.
Upon noticing Lucas approaching, he immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "Don't kill me, I don't know anything, I really don't know anything."
"I know," Lucas said. "—Jonathan, right? Would you like to change jobs?"
On the morning of the fourth day.
Lucas caught up with the football team and returned to Smallville.
Strictly speaking, he could slack off for another morning.
The three-day trip to Gotham was incredibly fruitful. Not only did they gain stable funding and promising subordinates, but they also acquired a 20% stake in Wayne Industries.
That's 20 percent of the world's richest person's wealth.
Although Wayne Enterprises is not yet owned by Bruce Wayne, and Luke Fox, who brought Wayne Enterprises to its commercial peak, has not yet officially become CEO, it is only a matter of time.
As for those troublemakers who disagreed with the share transfer and were secretly instructed to cause trouble, Lucas simply ordered the Penguin to deal with them.
Smallwell High School.
Lunchtime.
"What's wrong with you lately? You seem really off, like you're distracted." His best friend Pete patted Clark on the shoulder and asked with a worried look.
As one of only two "jerks" in the school, he always felt that he was sometimes more concerned about Clark's physical condition than Clark was.
After all, if his best friend got sick and couldn't come, then he would be the only "loser" left in the school, which would be a heavy blow.
"It's nothing," Clark forced a smile. "I just haven't been getting enough rest lately."
Pete nudged Clark's arm with his elbow, a knowing smirk on his face. "Come on, you can't fool me with that. It's definitely because Lana's got you on your mind, right?"
As he spoke, Pete glanced at Lana, who was talking to Whitman in the hallway: "Ever since Lana started getting close to Whitman these past few days, you've been completely absorbed in her during class, staring at her all the time."
Staring blankly into space, looking melancholy, what else could it be but unrequited love?
Clark instinctively looked in the direction of Pete's self-light.
In the hallway, Lana and Whitman chatted and laughed, standing very close to each other, and even making physical contact when they got excited about their conversation.
Clark admitted that seeing this scene did make him very upset, and he felt inexplicably terrible, but that was only one reason. The most important reason was the state of being suspended in mid-air every morning.
But obviously, this is something I can't tell anyone else.
"Whitman has indeed been pursuing Lana recently, but Lana hasn't agreed yet. Clark, you still have a chance."
Chloe joked as she took notes.
"Really? That's certainly good news." Clark's expression softened. After all, he did care about this a lot.
Chloe pursed her lips and joked, "Want me to help you make a date? As a good friend, I still hope you can cheer up."
But as I said, no matter how much we, your good friends, try to comfort you, it's not as effective as your "white moonlight" smiling at you.
As they were talking.
Lana, who was having a pleasant conversation with Whitman, suddenly returned to her seat and tidied her hair.
Clark was somewhat puzzled when suddenly a tall figure came into his line of sight.
Clark's eyes widened immediately.
"What? My good brother, it's only been a few days, and you don't recognize your older brother anymore?"
Lucas looked down at Clark.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but after not seeing his brother for a few days, he felt that his superhero brother seemed to have something on his mind.
"no."
Clark immediately scratched his head.
To be honest, he's been missing Lucas terribly these past few days.
However, that would be too cheesy, and Clark simply couldn't bring himself to say it.
After thinking for a moment, he stood up, hugged Lucas, and then asked, "How was your observation trip these past few days?"
Lucas sat down in his seat: "Great!"
This undoubtedly whetted Clark's appetite.
He longed for the outside world.
However, due to his own unique circumstances, Jonathan never allowed him to go too far.
Not only Clark, but Pete and Chloe, who had come over from the side, were also full of curiosity, and Lana also tilted her head to listen.
Although she had sensed Lucas's resistance towards her more than once.
But as the saying goes, in matters of love, everyone is a clown; the more consciously you resist, the more it resembles a silent invitation.
"Can you tell me more?" Clark asked eagerly.
"The teamwork was excellent, and they completed the task assigned by the school perfectly. Coach Walter's tactics were also very well prepared. That's about it."
Chloe raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and interjected, "You know, we don't want to hear this. More than the Ravens winning another game, we'd like to hear what kind of city Gotham really is."
"They all say it's a city of sin, smuggling, corruption—and gloomy Gothic spires, labyrinthine alleyways, and ever-present soot—an old world abandoned by time."
At that time, the Metropolitan City was calling itself the "City of Tomorrow".
Unlike the Gothic architecture that is ubiquitous in Gotham, this place is filled with steel and glass curtain walls. The shiny glass gleams in the sunlight, making it look like a city of hope.
Of course, Gotham is not yet in such a chaotic state as the later "battle of the gods," and with its several competitive industrial groups, it has very close ties with the outside world.
But for people in the small town, especially students, who would travel all the way to another city without a reason?
Lucas glanced at Chloe, who seemed a bit talkative, then fully embraced his "straight man" persona, ignoring Chloe's resentful expression, and headed straight for the football training field.
He's been so busy these past few days that he's been a bit lax.
This is definitely not a good habit.
"It's cruel, but that's Lucas for you, that's his charm," Chloe consoled herself.