I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Who will make him stop..."

A group of people were shouting and making a scene of chaos, so exciting that the onlookers couldn't help but cheer.

With so many people watching, the security guards got angry, and one of them pulled out a metal brass knuckles.

He put the gloves on and threw them at the homeless man's face!

'Bang!' A muffled sound!

The brass knuckles felt like they'd hit a solid steel plate; the force of the impact made the man instantly pull his fist back, clutching his fractured hand and letting out a pig-like scream, his facial features contorted in agony…

"Everyone, scatter!"

The gang leader finally couldn't stand it anymore. With a roar, everyone scattered from around the homeless man.

He then pulled a dark pistol from his waist, walked to the homeless man, and pointed the gun at him…

"Stop! Who are you?!"

What exactly do you want to do?!

It must be said that these gang leaders who were hired to guard the place were also very responsible.

Despite being so shocked by the homeless man's strange behavior that their legs were trembling, no one ran away.

At this moment, the homeless man finally spoke:

"I just..."

I'd like to go in and have a drink.

He stared at the gun barrel in his eye, his gaze listless as if he hadn't seen it, and then continued walking inside...

After hesitating several times, the security guard...

In the end, he put down his gun.

Then, in a somewhat dejected tone, he spoke into the radio:

"Boss, I'm sorry... we couldn't stop him."

Soon, the boss's voice came through the earpiece.

"It's alright, let him in and treat him well."

...

After entering the bar,

The man indeed encountered no further obstacles.

All you hear here is deafeningly loud music and men and women gyrating in the dance floor; the scenes are so explicit they're almost unbearable to watch.

But the man ignored this and walked straight to the corner of the bar, found a seat, and sat down.

Upon seeing his attire and smelling the stench emanating from him, the people around him immediately began cursing and swearing as they moved away.

In the blink of an eye, a large area around him was empty.

At that moment, the handsome bartender behind the counter walked over with a bottle of liquor that looked expensive, slammed it on the table, and then pushed it directly in front of him.

"Our boss invited you."

The man glanced dejectedly at the bartender, then turned his head to look at the second floor of the bar.

There, a handsome man in a well-tailored suit was embracing a scantily clad blonde woman as they leaned against the railing, passionately kissing.

Lucifer Morning Star

The owner of this bar.

Noticing the man's gaze, he smiled, picked up his wine glass, and then nudged it towards the man downstairs.

Finally, he tilted his head back and drank the cocktail in the glass in one gulp.

At the bar, the man withdrew his gaze, picked up the bottle of liquor on the table without any hesitation, and casually unscrewed the cap.

He started chugging the liquor straight from the bottle...

In just a few breaths, he was left with only an empty bottle.

Before he could say anything, the bartender handed him another bottle of equally expensive liquor.

The man took the bottle and continued repeating the same actions.

Soon, the bottle was empty.

The man tossed the empty bottle aside and stared at the bartender with a dejected look, as if to say,

'continue. ’

Seeing this, the bartender simply took five or six bottles from the wine rack behind him and placed them in front of him.

The man didn't hold back at all, chugging bottle after bottle as if it were plain water, until he had finished all six bottles.

He didn't show any signs of being drunk.

His expression didn't even change.

The bartender glanced helplessly at Lucifer upstairs, who smiled and nodded at him.

At the boss's behest, the bartender had no choice but to continue serving drinks to the homeless man...

In the bar,

Colorful spotlights flashed, and everyone was indulging in their desires.

Gradually, people noticed the large number of empty bottles at the homeless man's feet.

So people started to gather around and watch.

Before long, as more and more empty bottles piled up at his feet, more and more people gathered around, until finally almost everyone in the bar came to watch.

People surrounded the homeless man at the bar, jeering and jeering him like he was a monkey. Some even shouted that betting was open, urging people to place bets.

Let's bet on how many bottles this homeless man can drink before he stops.

This proposal came out,

The bar erupted in chaos!

Amid cheers from the onlookers, the man drank bottle after bottle.

There was a large open space under his feet, covered with empty wine bottles—about sixty or seventy bottles in total, all of them expensive varieties.

Some people roughly estimate that this man has consumed nearly ten million yuan worth of alcohol so far!

But the bar owner... Lucifer remained on the second floor, smiling as he looked down, elegantly holding a cocktail.

I don't know how much time has passed...

Just as the man was about to finish his hundredth bottle,

boom! ! !

A loud bang rang out! The bar's doors were blown open instantly!

A blue phantom instantly appeared before everyone's eyes!

A robust physique like that of an ancient Greek sculpture.

A red cape fluttered behind him, he wore a dark blue battle suit, and a large...

'S'.

The identity of the newcomer instantly made everyone in the bar forget the fright they had just experienced.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, even the DJ on stage stopped spinning, and the energetic music stopped as well.

The only one that didn't react to this...

There was only a homeless man in front of the bar.

"We've been looking for you for a long time..."

Clark frowned, glanced at the empty bottles on the ground, then turned his gaze to the man and slowly said:

“Max…”

The voice just fell,

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise:

"Max? That homeless man is Super Max?"

"Oh my god...wasn't he dead ten years ago?!"

"No wonder he can drink so much, he's a Super Max!"

For a time,

Various voices erupted from the crowd, some expressing firm belief, others skepticism.

But whether it's them... or the current Superman, the only Superman Clark Kent,

None of this could cause Max to show the slightest emotional fluctuation.