American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1133 What? You almost drowned Lex Luthor?

The next day.

Machima left the room quietly, walked through the manor's tranquil corridors, and walked out of the farm.

Wandering aimlessly along the farm path, Machima kept thinking about the speedster.

She was so focused on her thoughts that she ignored the changes in her surroundings.

When she came to her senses slightly from her reverie, she found herself far from the Padrick Estate and on a relatively secluded road.

All around were open fields, and in the distance, the shimmering surface of the Kanduszig River and the bridge spanning it.

Machima frowned slightly.

Am I that far from the farm?
I need to hurry back, otherwise it will be troublesome if Dad finds out I'm not here.

Machima was preparing to return to the farm, but soon the afternoon tranquility was broken by a commotion coming from the direction of the bridge, which caught her attention.

At the bridgehead, Adrian and Don, two teenagers and neighbors near Patrick Farm, were strolling leisurely.

But the two were soon interrupted by the screech of brakes and malicious shouts.

Wibby and his cronies, three menacing young men, jumped out of the car and surrounded the two men instantly, like hyenas that had smelled blood.

Adrian knew Wibby, the guy who was the most feared student in town.

Wibby's father worked at a car repair shop, and he often bullied students because of his size and strength.

On the other side, Machima stood on a slope a little further away, watching this scene with indifference.

To her, human conflict and bullying were like the biting of ants, both uninteresting and commonplace.

She intended to turn and leave, not wanting to waste her energy on such a meaningless matter.

"Hand over your wallet, you piece of glass!"

Wibby's roar echoed.

When Machima saw the slightly slender boy wearing an exaggerated hat—Adrian—she trembled as she handed over her wallet, her eyes filled with fear.

Wibby roughly took the wallet, then snatched his hat and stomped it on the ground before punching Adrian hard in the face.

Blood seeped from between Adrian's fingers as he slammed his head against the bridge railing, howling in pain.

Adrian's friend Don tried to help, but was easily kicked and beaten, and was thrown into the ditch like a rag doll.

Tang clutched his stomach and cried out for help, "Help! Murder! Someone, please help me, for God's sake!"

Because it was a remote area, no one responded to his cries for help.

Machima looked at the other person's plea for help, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Please help me."

A faint voice came from Tang's left, followed by a soft laugh.

"Push him! Push him out!"

Wibby shouted with a laugh.

"Support him! Support him! Support him!"

His cronies next to him laughed and echoed his sentiments.

Machima saw what they did next—they lifted the repeatedly beaten and delirious Adrian, lifted him over the waist-high bridge railing, and threw him into the slowly flowing Kanduszig River below.

"thump!"

A dull thud sounded as water fell.

"Let's get out of here."

Wibbie clapped his hands and said this as he turned and walked toward the car, as if he had just accomplished a trivial task.

Wibby's other friend, not expecting him to make such a big fuss and throw someone into the water, ran to the railing and looked down with some concern.

He saw Tang struggling to slide down the riverbank, and his figure sinking and thrashing in the river.

“Hey, Webby, maybe we shouldn’t have gone this far.”

"My friend hesitated and said to Weibi."

"Then you should go with them."

Wibby glared at his friend, clearly annoyed.

Threatened by Wibbie, his friends dared not say another word.

the other side.

Machima's gaze fell on the river.

Adrian struggled helplessly in the water, which was not deep, but could be fatal for someone on the verge of unconsciousness.

Machima watched as the other person bobbed up and down like a drowning animal, and suddenly had an idea.

The other party was like a puppy about to drown.

"Then, I'll go rescue a puppy; maybe that will make me happier."

Muttering to herself, Machima moved along the riverbank, her figure flashing among the trees and grass, and soon she was close to where Adrian had fallen into the water.

Tang Zheng scrambled down the riverbank to try and rescue his friend, but he was too slow and was also seriously injured himself.

Without hesitation, Machima waded into the water.

The river water was slightly cool, and it dampened her skirt, but she didn't care.

Machima quickly approached him and grabbed Adrian's wildly waving arm.

With just a slight effort, Machima, with a strength disproportionate to her petite frame, yanked Adrian out of the chest-deep water and dragged him toward the shore.

"Ahem.!"

shore.

Adrian coughed violently, spitting out murky river water.

Although I was soaked to the bone and looked utterly disheveled, at least I was able to breathe.

Adrian stared in shock at the girl who had saved him.

The little girl was so beautiful she seemed unreal, and he was immediately mesmerized.

"Are you OK?"

Machima asked, her voice clear but devoid of warmth, as if she were merely checking the condition of an object.

Just then, Wibby and the others on the bridge noticed the strange thing about the riverbank.

The "fun" they were about to enjoy was interrupted, especially by a little girl, which instantly turned their violence into new anger.

"Damn it! Who came from, you little bitch, minding your own business!"

Wibby, cursing and swearing, led his two cronies down to the riverbank.

The three were aggressive and didn't take Machima seriously at all.

Tang tried to shield Machima and Adrian in fear, but was pushed aside by Wibby and fell to the ground.

Wibi walked straight toward Machima with a ferocious grin on his face and reached out to grab her collar.

"You little bitch, get lost if you don't want to get beaten up!"

Machima didn't move. Her gaze calmly swept over the three malicious young men.

In her perception, these people's life energy was weak and turbid, filled with base desires and violent tendencies, and utterly worthless.

Just as Wibby's fingers were about to touch her collar, Machima raised her right hand, her index finger pointing straight out.

next second!
"Oh!"

A muffled sound, as if the air had been forcibly pushed aside and then collapsed in an instant, exploded.

Wilby's forward charge came to an abrupt halt.

The sneer on his face froze, turning into astonishment and disbelief.

Shocked, he looked down at his chest.

An invisible force pierced through his left chest, penetrating his muscles and ribs, and emerged from the other side.

The edges of the wound seemed to be instantly burned and sealed by some force, with only a faint smell of burning and a wisp of smoke escaping. Time seemed to stand still.

The fierce expressions on the faces of Wilby's two friends froze instantly.

What is this ghost?

Tang, sitting slumped on the ground beside him, opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound.

Adrian, who had just caught his breath, forgot about coughing and pain and stared in horror at the little girl standing in front of Wibby with an indifferent expression.

Wibby swayed, startled, and felt a wave of dizziness and disorientation.

With a "thud," he collapsed heavily to the ground the next second, making a heavy sound.

Machima gracefully withdrew her fingers, then raised her calm golden eyes to look at the remaining two.

Wibby's two cronies felt as if a nightmare had gripped their throats, leaving them ice-cold.

The immense fear made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Looking at Wibby on the ground, and then at the girl who seemed to have just swatted a mosquito, all their arrogance vanished instantly, leaving only primal fear.

"Weird...monster!"

"Run!"

The two forced out hoarse screams and turned to run away.

Machima didn't give chase; she simply watched them scramble away from the riverbank and run toward their car.

Turning around, Machima asked the terrified Don and Adrian, "Can you walk by yourselves? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Adrian and Don suddenly came to their senses.

Although they wanted to thank Machima, they were filled with fear of her after witnessing what had just happened, so they dared not speak.

"He...he's dead? I...I can help you...bury the body, no one will know."

Adrian asked nervously.

Okay, since someone saved me, I can't be a coward.

If Wibby dies, he will help the girl in front of him cover it up and bury the body.

"not yet."

Machima shook her head and said.

She promised her father that she wouldn't kill people indiscriminately.

Although she really wanted to try it out now, to see what it felt like to take down that kind of person.

After speaking, Machima turned her gaze to the car that was trying to flee in a panic.

Wibby's two cronies were completely terrified and scrambled into the car in a panic.

The engine roared hoarsely, and the tires screeched wildly against the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The car sped off like a startled wild beast, racing along the road beside the riverbank.

The only thing the two wanted to do now was to get away from the "monster" that had taken their companion's life as quickly as possible.

Machima looked at the car, and the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly upwards.

Then she slowly raised her hands, her slender, white fingers forming a square frame in front of her eyes, aiming at the car that was driving further and further away.

Machima's movements were performed with a ritualistic focus.

The next moment, the thug, who was driving and had the accelerator almost floored, suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness.

The road ahead seemed to twist, and a sharp, non-existent buzzing sound rang in my ears.

He subconsciously shook his head, trying to dispel the sudden discomfort, but the steering wheel seemed unusually heavy in his hands and involuntarily veered slightly to the right.

Hey! Watch where you're going!

The thug sitting in the passenger seat screamed in terror.

However, the driver was still a beat too slow to react.

Or rather, his will was interfered with by some external force.

The vehicle veered out of control toward the right side of the road, where there was no solid shoulder, only a slightly sloping patch of grass, and beyond that, the shimmering Kanduszig River.

Meanwhile, on another main road leading to the Padrick Estate, a black luxury sports car was driving smoothly.

Inside the car, Lex Luthor held the steering wheel with one hand and gently rubbed his temples with the other.

Lex frowned slightly, pondering his upcoming meeting with Peter.

When the Barbatos incident occurred, Lex was captured by the Dark Bat Legion, which prevented him from being involved at all.

Somewhat frustrated, he now plans to talk to Peter and find out the truth about the Barbatos incident.

Lost in thought, Lex didn't notice the car that appeared at the fork in the road ahead.

The next second, a shocking change occurred.

The car, clearly out of control, wobbled and lurched like a drunkard as it suddenly veered off the right-hand side road and crashed straight into his driving path.

Lex froze instantly.

Years of crisis instincts allowed him to react almost instantly, sharply turning the steering wheel to the left and slamming on the brakes to try and avoid a sudden collision.

The screeching sound of tires shattered the morning tranquility.

The luxury sports car boasts exceptional performance, and the body maneuvered skillfully under Lex's expert control.

However, the distance was still too close.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the two cars collided.

Lex's sports car was hit hard on the left rear, and the huge impact completely ruined his control of the vehicle.

The vehicle, which was already on the verge of losing its grip due to the sharp turn, lost its balance in an instant. The whole vehicle, like a spinning top being whipped, completely lost its balance and crashed through the wooden guardrail by the roadside.

Lex instantly felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

The airbag exploded with a loud bang, the enormous impact hitting his chest and face, and the instantaneous feeling of suffocation made his vision go black.

"Crack-!"

The icy river water instantly swallowed the vehicle.

The sports car crashed headfirst into the Kanduszig River, creating a huge splash that subsided moments later, leaving only murky water carrying bubbles that quickly pulled the vehicle to the bottom.

River water rushed in frantically through the gaps in the car doors.

The cold touch jolted Lex awake from his brief dizziness.

My chest ached from the pressure of the airbag, and my nostrils were filled with the distinctive fishy smell of the river.

"Damn it!"

Lex growled and tried to unbuckle his seatbelt.

However, the remnants of the airbag and the deformed cabin structure limited his movements.

He pushed the car door hard, but it didn't budge.

The water pressure, along with the potential deformation caused by the impact, jammed the car door shut.

Taking a deep breath, Lex forced himself to calm down, his mind racing as he searched for a way out.

He tried to kick the car window, but the resistance underwater made his movements weak and powerless.

The car windows were made of specially designed bulletproof glass, but now they had become a sturdy cage imprisoning him.

Despair began to erode his sanity little by little, like the cold river water.

Oxygen was being consumed rapidly, my lungs were burning, and black spots were starting to appear in my vision.

He, Lex Luthor, one of the most intelligent humans in the world, possessing immense wealth and technology ahead of his time, was he really going to drown in this ordinary river in such an absurd and inexplicable way?

Died in a traffic accident?
Lexton was immediately filled with despair.

(End of this chapter)