I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

But the fire man didn't seem to want to fight him. The flames on his body began to slowly fade, and in the blink of an eye, he 'shrank' back into his body, revealing the figure of a tall man.

The amazing thing is that the clothes the man was wearing were completely intact... without a single trace of burning.

"I'm……"

Lei Ming thought for a while...

"Thunderbolt..."

"Thunderbolt?"

Max repeated it, thinking to himself that the name was pretty cool and stylish, but then he felt that the person in front of him looked and had a certain presence somewhere before.

After staring at him for a long time, Max still couldn't remember where he had seen him before, so he simply stopped thinking about it and immediately asked about the arson incident in Lunton.

The man replied that he did not do it, and said that he was just a superpowered person who happened to be passing by and then decided to help.

Max, of course, wouldn't easily believe his story. Otherwise, why would he have run away as soon as he saw him? Just as he was about to press him further, a burst of energetic rock music came from his waistband. His personal cell phone was ringing.

It turns out that Dylan, located at the Superpower Administration headquarters, contacted the London police, learned what had happened, and told him that the fire in London was caused by an explosion orchestrated by the 'Clown,' not by the 'Man of Fire.' He also advised him not to engage in conflict with the 'Clown' and to try to make peaceful contact as much as possible…

At the same time, Dylan said there was another urgent mission that required him to go to another location immediately.

Upon learning the truth, Max's red light faded from his pupils, but he remained vigilant towards the "Fireman."

"I've never seen a superhuman like you before. If you're not a criminal, you must register your identity and abilities with the local police station's superpower department and then report to the superpower bureau headquarters!"

Unregistered superpowered individuals are not allowed to use their abilities freely outside; otherwise, they will be treated as criminals!

"I will go..."

Lei Ming nodded slightly with a faint smile on his face.

Max gave him a deep look, then warned him to register, or he wouldn't hold back next time they met, before quickly flying off in the opposite direction...

Watching his departing figure, Lei Ming couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It's surprising that the once talkative kid has matured a lot. Although he has a terrible reputation within the league and his interpersonal relationships and private life are a mess, at least his original intention hasn't changed. He still wants to be a good superhero.

This kind of person, if placed in American comics, would be a typical Western-style protagonist template...

However… he seems to be feeling somewhat lost right now.

After a moment of contemplation, Lei Ming flew towards Lun Dun from another direction...

Meeting Max was just an accident. He didn't want to have any contact with 'them' for the time being, so it interfered with his cognitive abilities, making him unable to recognize himself. In a little while, he wouldn't even be able to remember what 'Fireman' looked like.

Not long after returning to the manor, Lei Ming continued what he had been doing before... sunbathing and studying the Sandman.

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Intensive Care Unit of a Private Hospital in the United States

Lying on the hospital bed was a middle-aged woman with her head shaved. She was wearing an oxygen mask, her face was covered with swelling and bruises, her body was wrapped in bandages, and her hands and feet were full of steel nails. She looked as if she had been run over by a car, a shocking sight.

Ms. Sandra was unfortunate, but you could also say she was lucky…

Even though she suffered such severe injuries, she was still rescued, but she only had half a breath left and could only be kept alive by machines, and this 'half breath' could be released at any time.

Beside the hospital bed sat a young white man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a buzz cut and regular features.

He was tall and strong, his muscular physique making his military uniform look extremely full, and he was also holding a standard military cap in his arms.

His name is Jack, an outstanding U.S. Army Special Forces soldier, and Sandra's only son.

When he received the notification, he was on a mission at the front line. After the mission was completed, he rushed back immediately. He had been sitting motionless by the bedside since last night until this morning, staring blankly at Sandra, who was on the verge of death in the hospital bed.

He felt no gratitude whatsoever towards this mother, even though he had lived with her since he was a child until he was eighteen.

When he was a child, his mother had an affair with a plumber. His father caught them in the act, and the two had a big fight. That same day, his father committed suicide by shooting himself.

He hated his weak father…

But he hated even more this shameless, despicable woman who caused him to lose his father! Even though she was his mother, deep down he always saw her as a bitch...

After his father's death, he was raised by Sandra. Upon reaching adulthood, he immediately enlisted in the army. From his first day in the army, he vowed never to return to this home and never to see his mother again...

But when he received that call, he still came.

On the hospital bed... Sandra, who was on the verge of death, seemed to wake up from her coma and noticed Jack beside her.

She slowly raised her arm, wanting to grasp Jack's hand, but he remained unmoved, calmly watching Sandra struggle painfully to move toward him...

Finally, she managed to grasp one of Jack's fingers and managed to squeeze out a few words:

"I'm sorry... my son..."

Jack's eyes remained cold.

"Beep—"

Not long after, with a sharp beep from the monitor, Sandra's heart stopped beating. It seemed that she had held on until now... just to say those two short words to Jack.

And Jack, who had remained expressionless throughout, also changed at this moment…

He withdrew his finger.

Nurses and doctors swarmed into the ward, but Jack, carrying his bag, walked through the crowd without looking back. On the way, someone bumped into his bag, and half a plane ticket peeked out from a hidden compartment…

And the destination mentioned above is...

Lunton.

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...

On the lawn outside the manor, Lei Ming sat in a deck chair, basking in two suns at the same time…

A large yellow sun hangs in the sky, while a small red sun is held in one's hand.

In the distance, Sofia was teaching Elena 'kung fu' in the garden. She struck a starting pose and then slapped her palm towards the distant woods!

The next second, the forest shook violently... and then a pile of dead birds fell to the ground.

Elena, standing nearby, stared in disbelief…

Unlike the martial arts Lei Ming remembered from his previous life, Elena practiced ancient Eastern martial arts that truly gave people powerful physical abilities and destructive power.

Through his X-ray vision, he could clearly see a slowly rotating nebula-like energy body below Sophia's lower abdomen. With each movement, it transmitted wisps of invisible energy to her palms, finally exploding out of her body like an air cannon…

Sophia calls it 'qi', while Leiming calls it 'internal strength'.

This is what he finds amazing.

I never expected that this Eastern country would have ancient martial arts that can actually help people develop 'internal strength', and they seem to be quite powerful.

Despite her young age and petite stature, Elena was as docile as a quail in front of Lei Ming…

But she is a martial arts master who can easily take down dozens of gangsters with her bare hands in a hail of bullets. To have reached such a level in just three years is rare even in the sects of that Eastern country.

Lei Ming was even a little curious whether there were any legendary cultivators over there...

But Sofia had no information about this in her mind. He had tried to search for it through telepathy, but most of what he learned were myths and legends.

However, he was just curious; he didn't actually want to learn ancient martial arts or cultivate immortality. After all, he was already an immortal being, able to grow stronger just by basking in the sun like Superman. Practicing anything would be redundant, and he didn't need to learn anything...

From the moment he accessed Sophia's memories, his brain automatically learned everything she knew.

Elena, an ordinary person with no ability to protect herself, would be very suitable for training, but she doesn't seem to have any talent in this area...

After taking a sip of authentic English black tea, Lei Ming leaned back comfortably in his recliner.

Feeling the tranquility of the manor, the warm sunshine... and

A beautiful woman who is pleasing to the eye.

Gradually...

He felt sleepy again... his eyelids...

Good weight.

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Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Visit of the Sleep Demon

Superman…

We meet again.

Lei Ming watched as the thin, white young man in a black trench coat, who had appeared in front of him at some point, greeted him.

He then realized... he had fallen into a dream again.

The surrounding environment was still Sophia's manor, only the sky had turned a gloomy hue, the two women in the garden were nowhere to be seen, and the sun seemed to have been frozen, devoid of any warmth.

"It seems you weren't lying last time..."

Even when I'm awake... you can easily pull me into a dream.

'The Sandman'...Morpheus. "