"Luther?"

"Call me Lex, you saved my life, Clark."

Lex Luthor was wearing an expensive silver-gray suit, looking young, with an elite and capable temperament, only a faint trace of the frivolity and arrogance belonging to the rich second generation between his eyebrows, at this time he was not a cold and steady billionaire and careerist in the future.

"Even if you turn down my gift, I don't want you to be too angry."

Clark chuckled.

"Why are you here, Lex?"

He has some affection for Lex, who gave him a pickup as a thank you.

"Why can't I be here?

Do you think I should spend all day in nightclubs, luxury stores, and sports car stores, spending money and partying all day? ”

Lex Luthor asked humorously.

"Don't be funny, Clark, I can't just go out for a walk with a little bit of depression."

"The heir of a billionaire will also come to the countryside like an ordinary person, hang out in the bazaar, buy some hot dogs and fruits to eat, and want to make himself feel better?"

David raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"The vast golf course of the metropolis is not enough to relieve your boredom."

Walking in the suburbs, meeting by chance, and then talking very happily, how pleasant it is.

Clark had a vague feeling that his brother didn't like Lex Luthor very much, and was a little puzzled.

But for Luther, he felt a little guilty in addition to a little affection.

The last time he went to Luther Manor to return the pickup, he chatted with Lex Luthor for a few days.

Talking about Lex Luthor's bald head, he said it was because one day more than 10 years ago, his father took him to this town to inspect the fertilizer factory, and encountered a meteorite shower, after which he lost his hair.

"Although I was ignored by my father and ostracized by my classmates because of this, I was considered a freak, but it didn't matter, it also taught me a lot, such as being alone is more helpful for thinking.

Cattle and sheep are in herds, and beasts of prey often walk alone. ”

Clark remembered Luthor's words, though they were spoken with dash and contempt, but his expression was clearly not completely relieved.

"Who is this?"

"My brother, David." Clark explained.

"Your brother? Hello, David. ”

Luther looked at David secretly, said hello, and sighed with a gloomy look on his face.

"The Met's golf clubhouse is great, but I don't want to go back there just yet.

Before I got out of the laughing stock of everyone. ”

"What's wrong, Lex?"

"My father thought that the offspring of lions should be brave and diligent."

He said in a self-deprecating tone.

"Maybe because I didn't make a good job when I was old, he exiled me to this town to manage the fertilizer factory in the town."

The assets of the Luther Group are all over the United States, especially in the metropolis, where almost all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation can be seen in the Lutor Group.

Cultivating the heirs of the group should not be this cultivation method, transferring out of the core of the huge group and letting him manage a small fertilizer factory in a remote town.

Many people in the upper class of the metropolis have heard how the Luthor kid has been since he was a child.

His father had spent enough money to build several newspapers and prisons from scratch in order to keep him from going to the newspapers and going to prison for those deeds, and now he should have found that the mud could not hold up the wall, and that shrewd and cold-blooded old bat, Lionel Luthor finally gave up on him.

"As long as you manage the fertilizer plant well, your father may let you go back sooner or later"

When Luthor mentions the exile he received from his father who snubbed him, Clark is slightly moved and comforted.

"I heard that your father had only one son."

"Perhaps, but I don't think it's about running a fertilizer plant with a lot of potential.

It's better to open up a new track. ”

Luther adjusted his mood and smiled.

"Today's car glass originated from a failed chemical experiment, and the world's coke can be traced back to a physician who wanted to make a syrup to relieve headaches......"

"Clark, David, do you know how many huge business opportunities are inconspicuous at first, like seeds buried in the soil, and then found and watered and cultivated by people with hearts, and then grow into towering trees that countless people look up to?"

He looked at the two of them and talked eloquently, as if he was telling his ambitions and goals.

"So you're here to look for seeds?"

Clark joked.

"Did you find that seed? Luther. ”

David also said a word, slowly.

"Not yet, but whatever you're looking for, all you need most is patience, isn't it?"

Eyes met, and Luthor chuckled gracefully.

I have to say, putting aside those unknown deeds, Luthor has been well educated since he was a child, treats people and things, and shows good cultivation in his gestures, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, and unconsciously leaves a good impression on him, and they talk very happily.

"Oh? Really? ”

There was a flash of indifference in David's eyes, and he felt that Luthor thought he had found the seed, and was in the process of digging for it.

That seed was the man who was hit head-on by a runaway sports car that was over 200 yards per hour, smashed the concrete railing of the bridge and swept down the river unscathed - Clark!

Today may be the beginning of a dig by the other side.

"Clark, David, you've got to go back and get some more fruit."

Jonathan and Martha, who had just negotiated a deal, returned with joy on their faces.

"There was a customer who was going to a party who liked our fresh fruit, and the fruit he brought was not enough at the moment."

Davy and the two get up, and Clark introduces Luthor to his parents.

"Mr. Kent, Mrs. Kent, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Lex Luthor held out his hand kindly and warmly.

Jonathan paused, politely shook his hand, and then turned to his sons.

"You have to be quick, don't make customers wait."

It looked like he didn't want to talk to Lex Luthor at all.

Luthor still had a white-toothed smile on his face, but it seemed to stiffen slightly.

"Yes, father."

David smiled and left with Clark agreeing.

"Father doesn't seem to like Lex Luthor."

On the way out of the market, Clark wondered.

"My father had a long-standing ill feeling for the Luthers.

Before the Luthor Group used various means to acquire a large amount of land and build the fertilizer factory, the river that flowed through the town was not yet green, the grass still grew by the river, and the soil was not gray and stinky. ”

David sneered.

"...... Now"

An indelible scar has appeared on the map of the town.

"But that's not Lex's fault." Clark felt that he couldn't implicate Lex, who didn't even know how to do arithmetic in elementary school at the time.

"Hi Clark, David."

The two were chatting and were about to drive away from the bazaar, when they suddenly bumped into Chloe and Pete, who were also coming to the market, and the two waved happily and walked up.

"Who doesn't like to go out on a sunny day in the spring when the air is so fresh?"

Chloe took a deep breath and was in a happy mood.

A few people chatted for a few words, and Pete seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, did you see Greck?"

"No, what's wrong."

"You may not believe it, but yesterday Greck knocked Whitney unconscious in front of the school gate and put him in the hospital.

The police came to investigate and found that Greck's mother had been killed in her home, wrapped in a cobweb-like object around the body, and that Greck was missing......"

He looked left and right, lowered his voice, and the atmosphere became strange for a moment.

"What do you mean...... Grek killed his own mother? ”

Clark frowned, incredulous.

Would anyone kill their own mother?

"Generally speaking, it can't be, the police are so suspicious." Chloe spread her hands, "Maybe his appearance has changed because he has a mental illness, then it is no longer impossible." ”

"Anyway, if you bump into Greck, be careful."

Pete reminded seriously.

A guy who may have killed even his own mother can do anything.

"Clark and I will."

David nodded, thoughtful.

Could it be that kryptonite mutates people's genes and also changes people's temperament?

"By the way, where is your stall, we just happen to be fine, go and help." Chloe squinted and smiled, she and Pete used to go to Kent Farm and knew the Kent family well.

"Thanks, Chloe, Pete."

After pointing the two to the stalls, David and Clark set up their pickup trucks and drove onto the road.

Call!

Arriving on a deserted suburban road, Clark drove worriedly, his eyes not in front of him.

"Can you see the way, Clark?" David frowned: "In case the car overturns, the two of us can't stand the injury, but the family will have to spend an extra expense." ”

"What if...... I mean, if Grek is really crazy......"

Clark turned his head in concern.

"Is Lana in danger?"

"Get out of the way!" David glanced in front of him and suddenly reached for the steering wheel.

Overhead in front of him, a cold and gloomy figure, from the top of the big tree on the side of the road, at an abnormal speed, like a praying mantis pounced on its prey, instantly spanned several meters, and swooped over with the momentum of ten thousand pounds!