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The onlookers continued to stare at each other.

Then a man in a suit boldly spoke up: "What do you want from us, Superman?"

"What?" Superman was taken aback.

"Are you an alien too? Who sent you?"

“Nobody sent me.” Superman shook his head.

Then someone asked, "Why?"

Once someone took the lead, people quickly started asking questions all at once.

"Ultraman, are you from the same place?"

What do you want from us?

Superman scratched his head: "No, we're not from the same place. I don't know him. I don't want anything, I'm just doing what I can. No, we don't have any ulterior motives."

He quickly realized that answering these questions one by one would be endless, so he waved his hand.

“Listen to me, everyone.”

As she spoke, she soared into the air, her cloak fluttering in the wind like a raging fire.

Everyone looked up at him, and sure enough, they all shut up and waited for him to speak with reverence.

“I don’t want anything, and I believe Ultraman does too,” Superman said. “I grew up on Earth like an ordinary person. This world has protected me, and I am very grateful for that.”

When I saw Ultraman stepping forward in the media and online, I felt inspired and motivated to do something with my own talents, something within my power.

He paused, then revealed his unique, infectious, sunny smile.

"At that time, I felt that this must be what he wanted to tell us, and it is also what I hope to convey to more people through my own actions."

I hope everyone will stop looking for a savior in life. There is no great savior. I am not, Ultraman is not, and certainly not some self-proclaimed great entrepreneur or politician.

You are the masters of your own lives; you all are. You are the masters of your own lives, and you all have the potential to create miracles.

We have our talents, and you have yours. Even the smallest talent can make someone else's life better. I hope everyone can use them to show the world the spirit of the metropolis.

After speaking, Superman paused and thought hard for a while, seemingly feeling that he couldn't come up with any new words.

"Hmm, that's pretty much what I wanted to say. I think that's definitely what Ultraman wanted to convey as well. So now..."

He smiled and extended his hand again.

"We still have many buildings waiting to be rebuilt. Anyone want to join me?"

The citizens began to smile.

As if it were contagious, smiles spread from one person's face to another, and even the sky seemed to become clearer.

"I!"

"I!"

"And I!"

"."

Having already deactivated his transformation, Shen You listened to the speech from afar and watched this scene, nodding slightly in response.

Although he doesn't have the same talent for public speaking as Johnny Depp.

But that's right, that's correct.

He thought to himself that this was exactly what he meant.

Chapter 89 The Strongest Man in the Galaxy

You'd better think carefully about what you're saying.

Lex Luthor sat in his office, facing soldiers who surrounded him with guns.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who's in charge in this city?!"

“I don’t know, Mr. Luther.”

The lead soldier pointed his dark gun at Luther's bald head.

"But all I know is that it's definitely not you. You knew about the existence of that alien killing machine a long time ago, but you didn't warn anyone."

Not only that, you also colluded with aliens, giving them the opportunity to invade.

This is a crime against humanity, Mr. Luther. Therefore, I regret to inform you that you are under arrest.

"I was protecting humanity, protecting this planet!" Luther said in a deep voice. "I am the smartest person on this planet, the most brilliant scientific mind!"

I could have completely controlled the situation; I was acting for the good of humanity! If those alien lunatics hadn't stormed into my lab and escalated the conflict...

Summon General Ryan to see me! He'll understand.

"No need."

The sound came from outside the office door. General Ryan appeared in the doorway, his face ashen.

"You've crossed the line, Luther. I've let all your previous rudeness, your refusal to share information, and your self-centered behavior slide, as part of your genius. But now you've crossed the line."

I may hate Superman as much as you do, but before that, I was a soldier, and my duty was to protect humanity. As for you, you've become a despicable criminal, Luthor.

Upon hearing this, Luther sat in his chair and, instead of being angry, laughed.

"So you're going to kick away the ladder after you've crossed it? Yeah, you need a scapegoat. A good general, you're thinking things through. But you should understand, Lex Luthor always has a way out."

His tone suddenly hardened as he spoke, and he pressed a button hidden under his desk, his expression turning ferocious.

"like this!"

Nothing happened.

Luther paused for a moment.

"impossible!"

He had anticipated this possibility and had therefore prepared accordingly. With a simple press of this button, his alloy robot, which had been waiting in the lower level, would break through the floor and storm in. Equipped with an anti-AI program personally written by Luther, and with its weapons already fully loaded, it was more than capable of helping him break through the encirclement.

So his biggest question now is—

Where is my robot?

Clang!

The floor-to-ceiling window was shattered, and a wrecked alloy robot crashed through the glass and was thrown into the office. Superman floated outside the broken window, still holding half of a broken robotic arm, and smiled, "Looking for this, Mr. Luthor?"

Lex Luthor's face was quite grim.

“Luckily, I listened to a friend’s advice. He said you must have an escape plan,” Superman laughed. “So I came to take a look. Oh, and I just destroyed the machine gun turret and escape shuttle you set up.”

"It seems there's no escape this time, Mr. Luther."

"You you you ahhh!!"

Luther was trembling with rage. In his fury, he grabbed a magnificent solid gold trophy from the table and threw it at Superman.

Superman swung his arm and caught the trophy easily, laughing, "Looks like something slipped through your fingers, Mr. Luther."

This enraged Luther even more: "And then you caught it, huh? You think that's all? This is my world, my people! You think you can take these away from me!?"

“No, I never said these belonged to me. Metropolis doesn’t belong to anyone,” Superman said firmly. “You don’t own us, Luthor.”

"'We'? You really consider this your home?"

Superman shrugged. "This is my home. And whether you like it or not, Luthor, it rejected you. So if I were you, I'd surrender willingly. Maybe if you behave well enough."

Superman's expression suddenly changed halfway through his speech, as if he had realized something was wrong, and he immediately shouted, "Step back!"

General Ryan frowned: "He's our prisoner, Superman. We can... What do you want to do!?"

Suddenly, Superman burst into speed, flashed forward, grabbed Luthor without a word, and flew out the window, soaring into the sky before anyone could react.

Moments later, a deafening explosion erupted in the sky. A dazzling burst of flames exploded over the metropolis, illuminating the horizon.

A few seconds later, Superman flew back.

"He self-destructed?" General Ryan frowned.

"It's not him."

Superman shook his head, extending his right hand to hold a bald head. It was Lex Luthor's head, though most of it was disfigured, exposing the crackling, sparking wires beneath.

"robot?"

General Ryan stepped forward and looked at the machine head.

"Where have you been hiding, Luther?"

"A safe place, General."

The robot's eyes flickered, and Lex Luthor's voice came through them intermittently.

"And Superman. I'll consider this a win for now. But don't get too cocky. I'll be back, and I'll take back what's mine."

“I’m waiting, Luther.”

Superman shrugged, and with a flick of his five fingers, he crushed the remaining mechanical head into a lump of scrap metal.

"So afterwards, although Luther ran away, General Ryan promised not to make things difficult for me again."

Young reporter Clark Kent sat in the restaurant, adjusted his glasses, and said happily.

Although Shen You wasn't there in person, he could roughly imagine Lai Tu's displeasure. The image of the bald man angrily shouting, "I donated buildings to the Metropolitan Government, I sold guns to the American army," was rather comical.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Kara asked. "The atmosphere in our shop is really great. There's also a really kind old gentleman there."

Clark smiled and shook his head.

“I’ll definitely go and see it another day, but not today. I’ve been in the Metropolis for a while now, but it’s only today that I’m starting to feel like I belong here.”

"Thank you again, Mr. Shen."

"It's alright, even if we're going to express our gratitude, it's a two-way street."

This wasn't just polite talk. Shen You genuinely felt that Da Chao was his perfect partner. The video of his speech on the streets of Metropolis yesterday had been posted online and was now going viral.

As he had guessed correctly, Superman was indeed a walking energy engine; his words, actions, and even his very existence were all ways of charging Ultraman.