Chapter 432： Off-order plan, Gulfstream airliner

Rich second-generation Lex, and Kansas farmer's son Clark.

The reason why the two of them can become friends can be traced back to the car accident.

As we all know, in interpersonal communication, the first impression is often very important.

Clark is Lex’s savior and has a close relationship with the other’s godfather.

It is easy for the two to have a good impression after meeting several times.

After getting along, their friendship quickly warmed up-this might sound strange.

Lex and Clark are both autistic boys with few friends, and there is no shortage of common topics.

Therefore, the arrogant and conceited second generation of the rich, and the son of a peasant with good temperament, gradually became close friends.

Speaking of this, I have to sigh with emotion.

Superman always seems to attract the attention of the rich, from Lex Luther to Bruce Wayne.

One is the capitalist of the metropolis, and the other is the rich people of Gotham.

The only thing they have in common, except for being rich, is that they have an unusual relationship with Clark Kent.

Thinking about it again, Superman also has a dad who is a reporter's girlfriend of the Pentagon General. This is a template for a winner in life.

But it is understandable, after all, the sacrifice of a whole planet of compatriots in exchange for this luck.

Lex left the mansion, drove a brand new sports car to the door of Kent's house, and blew his horn twice.

It didn't take long for Clark with two dark circles to appear in front of him.

"boarding."

Lex, wearing sunglasses, raised his chin.

"On a rare weekend, did you just sleep at home? Can you be a little bit more energetic!"

Clark gave a wry smile. He was busy with schoolwork, football team training and digging walls during the day.

Wearing a Superman uniform at night, he ran from Kansas to Metropolis to fight criminals and punish evil and promote good.

Twenty-four hours a day, the schedule is full, and the sleep time is seriously insufficient.

Had it not been for the strong physique of Krypton, he would have died suddenly if he was exposed to solar energy to replenish energy.

"Lex, I am not interested in those parties, nor do I want to meet other girls."

Clark reluctantly sits in the co-pilot. His new friend has recently paid much attention to his feelings.

not only organizes parties and introduces people, but also teaches various tricks for making girls.

Unfortunately, Clark belongs to the more innocent category.

He was completely unmoved by those hot girls, wearing hot pants, short skirts, and twisting her waist, only Lana was in his heart.

"Clark, you have to enrich your life so that you will not be regarded as a nerd."

Lex said with a smile.

"I took advantage of the town's equestrian competition to help you get Lana out."

The listless Clark suddenly seemed to be knocked on doping. He opened his eyes and asked, "Equestrian competition?"

"Yes, you may not know that Lana is the town's equestrian champion for three consecutive years, and she also represented Kansas in an international tournament in the Met."

Lex smiled confidently.

"If you can perform well in this game, she will definitely be admired."

But Clark didn't show any surprises, he just scratched his head and said, "But, I don't know how to ride a horse."

"……"

Lex’s elated voice stopped abruptly.

People who have farms and ranches at home, why don’t they ride horses?

"There are three days before the equestrian competition, you can learn now."

In order to help Clark get off the order, Lex also worked hard.

"I can be your equestrian instructor."

Seeing that Lex was so positive, Clark couldn't help but feel a little moved.

He wondered if he should ask his big cousin for a few days off to learn about horsemanship temporarily.

"I didn't expect you to ride a horse? Would that kind of aristocratic private school also teach this?"

Clark asked curiously.

"Golf, equestrian, skiing, fencing... these are all courses I want to take."

Lex seemed to think of something, and said in a low voice, "My father is very demanding. I hope I can do the best in everything."

"So, sitting next to you is a master equestrian, a professional skier, and... a master fencer."

……

……

Eastern Nepal, Lukla Airport.

A Gulfstream airliner parked quietly on the runway. The old man with gray hair stood at the entrance of the lower gangway, looking into the distance, as if waiting for a wanderer who was preparing to return home.

He is wearing a handmade suit with a pair of Oxford leather shoes under his feet, his hair is meticulously combed, and his accent has a distinctly British accent.

After a long time, a figure finally appeared on the empty runway.

The opponent did not receive any obstacles and walked to the vicinity of the passenger plane.

This is a young man who looks like a tramp. Despite the mud and dirt on his face, his eyes are particularly bright and give a feeling of determination.

"Master Wayne, you have been away for a long time."

The old man held back his inner joy and said in a joking tone.

"Is this the latest fashionable dress? Make yourself like a beggar?"

That's right.

This homeless man is Bruce Wayne who has disappeared for many years.

He began to travel the world a long time ago, experiencing the low-level life, even the old butler Alfred did not know whereabouts.

It wasn't until the other day that the other party learned that Bruce Wayne had appeared in Nepal.

"Long time no see, Alfred."

The homeless man named "Bruce Wayne" smiled and was happy to see someone close to him.

During the time he traveled the world, he experienced a lot and learned a lot.

The Assassin Alliance taught him how to arm his body and build a frightening image.

Although, the philosophies of Master Ninja and Bruce Wayne are not consistent.

But the latter absorbs the essence, discards the dross, and perfects the inner world of oneself.

"What is this? Superman?"

Bruce took a shower on the airliner and put on brand new clothes.

He hasn't experienced it for a long time, what it's like to be clean.

"The new cosmopolitan...superhero is said to fly and can lift a truck with one hand... it's amazing."

Alfred glanced at the newspaper and replied.

"Master Wayne, many things have happened during the years you have left."

Bruce frowned slightly, his attention was drawn to the red cloak in the newspaper.

Superman who can fly?

"for example?"

Bruce withdraw his sight asked casually.

"For example, in the legal sense, you are now a dead person."

Alfred shrugged and said coldly and humorously: "You have been missing for seven years. Everyone in Gotham thought that the only heir to the Wayne family was dead for various strange reasons."

"So, when I go back to Gotham, is it like performing a miracle of resurrection from the dead?"

Bruce twitched the corners of his mouth, he didn't care about the details.

Before 　　 left, this Gotham son passed all the huge inheritance left by his parents to the old housekeeper.

Although, Wayne Enterprises fell into the hands of those board members.

But as long as he wants to take it out, there is no difficulty.

"Is Gotham still that bad look?"

His thoughts dissipated for a while, and Bruce took back his distracting thoughts and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Gotham has never changed, Master Wayne."

Alfred replied.

"Then it is time for some changes."

Bruce said through the porthole, looking at the floating clouds.

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