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Chapter 75 Lex Luthor

Chapter 75 Lex Luthor

In the stands, Lana watched intently as Lucas weaved between the two rugby teams like a god of war.

A robust physique, a body resembling a magnificent ancient Greek sculpture, a confident and flamboyant smile, an unparalleled leadership presence, and the image of him sprinting with the ball in his arms—

All of this made her heart race and her breathing quicken uncontrollably; her once dormant heart was now restless.

In comparison, while Whitman also performed exceptionally well, she could never match Lucas in terms of presence or charisma.

The other party alone overwhelmed everyone.

This comparison immediately made Lana feel a pang of sadness again, even though she had been feeling somewhat better.

She simply couldn't understand why the other person always kept their distance from her, as if afraid to get close, and even when speaking to her, they would never say more than ten words.

Is she a monster?

In terms of looks, figure, and personality, Lana believes she excels in every aspect.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have had so many suitors.

You know, every time I dance cheerleading, there are always some guys who use excuses that sound incredibly ridiculous to get close to me.

In comparison, Whitman was the most outstanding of her many suitors.

As long as they stand together, they will always be the "King and Queen" on the school's talk show.

But the true leader can only be this man.

After much thought, Lana could only conclude that Lucas was not interested in women.

Or, to put it another way, the other person may appear tall and immature, but their mindset is still quite immature.

After all, he was unusually cold to her, and the same way to other girls who threw themselves at him.

The outcome of the second match was predictable.

With Lucas adding a little extra effort, the Ravens crushed another high school football team with overwhelming force.

Throughout the game, the opposing team failed to score a single point, while Lucas scored seven touchdowns (sending the ball into the small rectangular end zone behind the opponent's baseline).

This is an achievement that is almost impossible to attain.

"Great play, Lucas! You're a natural talent with amazing hustle, power, and athleticism. You were born for football."

The burly Walter reached out and patted Lucas hard on the shoulder, his mouth almost reaching his ears in a wide grin, sparing no praise for Lucas.

He was nearing retirement age, but before retiring in glory, Walter had a strong desire to lead the jinx to a winning streak and create a record that Smallwell and even the entire Metropolitan Football League had never achieved before.

It is obvious that Walter saw this hope in Lucas.

Kent Farm.

Tonight's meal was exceptionally lavish.

In addition to the fragrant roasted potatoes, fresh garden salad, and soft handmade bread, each person also has a large piece of steak cooked to medium-rare and a small piece of cheese in front of them.

The livestock area on the east side of the farm houses dozens of Shorthorn cattle, which are used for both dairy and meat production.

But like most other farms that are just trying to make a living, most of the beef produced by these farms needs to be sold to pay off the previous quarter's loans, with only the remainder kept for their own consumption.

Therefore, the Kent family eats steak at most twice a week.

Rachel held her knife and fork, eager to try.

After initial anxiety, she vowed that she had completely adapted to and fallen in love with this simple, rustic field where she could smell cow dung mixed with chicken, duck, and goose droppings every morning.

Furthermore, Rachel plans to unilaterally declare to the public in the near future that the Kents are her long-lost biological parents.

Clark's smile looked somewhat forced.

Although he was genuinely happy for his brother as well.

But he also saw Lana's expression and eyes, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Lucas, who shines brightly on the field, certainly has a captivating charm that makes it hard to look away, so it's no wonder that Lana was unsettled.

However, Clark believes he can also make Lana see him in a different light.

But Jonathan couldn't possibly agree to that.

Ms. Martha brought the freshly made tomato soup to the table, her voice gentle: "Actually, there are two good things happening today."

"What else is good?" Lucas cut the steak into pieces, forked a piece, and put it in his mouth.

"It's about Clark."

"About me?" Clark was somewhat surprised and subconsciously pointed to himself.

"Honey, you tell me," Martha said, looking at Jonathan, who had just finished repairing the old farm machine.

Jonathan washed his hands, downed a glass of "Silver Bullet" liquor, and then looked at Clark: "Your mother and I discussed it, and if you really want to play football, I can sign a consent form—"

"Really!"

Clark's face was instantly filled with unprecedented surprise, his eyes lit up, and even his voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.

He also wanted to be like an ordinary teenager, running on the green field and sweating it out.

Jonathan smiled, a rare occurrence, as he watched Clark's excited expression. He then added, "However, you must promise us that you will absolutely not use your special powers on the court, not even a little bit."

Martha added, "Your dad and I know you love rugby and we believe you can control yourself. But your situation is very special. A slight mishap could injure your teammates or opponents, or even expose you. Safety is always the top priority."

Clark nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I can definitely control it very well."

The news that Da Chao had been allowed to join the rugby team did not surprise Lucas too much.

Although Jonathan was strict with Clark, this only showed that this simple old farmer cared a lot about his child.

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metropolis.

Luther Group.

Inside the top-floor office.

Lionel sat in a traditional leather boss's chair, his back to Lex standing in front of him, looking at the metropolitan night view through the huge circular floor-to-ceiling window.

In the distance, countless flashing neon lights, like flowing molten gold, outline the magnificent silhouette of this steel jungle.

The emblem symbolizing the Luther family shines brightly in this steel city.

Lionel's eyes were sharp and focused.

That wasn't appreciation, but rather a kind of ambitious desire to examine territory.

Under his control, the Luther Group has now developed into a powerful multinational giant, and has even ventured into the military industry.

But in Metropolis, the Luther family is neither unique nor absolute.

Whether it's Queen Industries, Starger Industries, or Wayne Enterprises which originated from Gotham, they are all behemoths whose strength is no less than that of Lex Luthor Corporation.

Moreover, Lionel believes his troubles go far beyond that.

The next successor to the Luther Group fell far short of his expectations.

The other party is too arrogant and even tries to break free from my control!

"I want you to go to Smallville and take over Fertilizer Plant No. 3. Remember, this is an order. Prove to me that you can be a worthy successor."

Lionel looked at Lex, his fingers tapping on the armrest, producing a dull, rhythmic knocking sound in the empty office.

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