American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"In that case, I won't pretend anymore." Jonathan suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice, "I'll treat you at noon, and I still have some money left."

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As we all know, due to some force majeure reasons.

Jonathan's "secret money" could never be hidden for more than three days, and Martha could always find it accurately.

But since Jonathan said so, Locke still winked and said in cooperation: "Then I will definitely make a killing."

Turning around and getting into the car, Locke started the engine and drove towards the location he had agreed to meet with Anthony.

Just

"You guy, aren't you hungry?"

He looked back at the car helplessly, Dio's golden hair fluttering in his sight.

Dozens of minutes later, the old Ford pickup truck slowly approached the second entrance and exit of the town.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the brightly lit street ahead.

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, decorations were hung on the doors of shops, and even the lampposts were wrapped with ribbons.

"This is... the Kansas City Ravens won?"

Locke turned to look at Dio in the passenger seat in confusion.

Dio was currently gracefully flipping through a hardcover book.

Hearing this, he sneered without even looking up: "How should I know?"

"Strange." Locke raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't a little boy like you like football?"

"Ah."

Dio slammed the book shut, a hint of disdain flashing in his red eyes.

"Only a gorilla like Clark would enjoy that kind of brutal sport."

Locke was speechless for a moment, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and silently drove the car to the location he had agreed with Anthony.

There, a middle-aged man in a neat suit was being warmly received by Anthony.

"This should be the big boss."

Locke parked the car and looked at the man thoughtfully.

The other person had a meticulously slicked-back haircut, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were as sharp as an eagle, and his every move revealed the elegance and aloofness unique to the upper class.

"Dad, that man."

Locke's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"His watch," Dior lowered his voice, "is a limited edition Patek Philippe. It costs at least $20."

Locke gasped in surprise. This was equivalent to his farm's net income for two years.

"Is that the point? And how do you know about Patek Philippe?" Locke patted Dior's head unhappily and said, "Did you peek at my Playboy again?"

"No, only Clark would be curious about that kind of thing," Dio argued.

"Hey Clark did everything, is that right?"

"Dad, I've already told you, I'm just checking out the trends. I'm not interested in those girls with heavy makeup."

"You admit you watched it, right?"

"?!"

Before Dio could refute, Anthony, who was not far away, had noticed them and immediately trotted over to meet them.

This shrewd middleman wore a brand new suit today, his tie was tied meticulously, and even his usually messy beard was neatly trimmed.

"Locke! You're finally here!"

Anthony enthusiastically grabbed Locke's arm, glanced at Dio standing beside him, and asked knowingly with a smile, "Who is this young master?"

"My son, Dio." Locke said unhappily, his eyes cast on the man in a suit not far away.

Anthony immediately understood and pulled the two of them forward.

"Mr. Luther, this is Locke Kent, whom I mentioned to you. He is one of the best farmers here."

Luther?

Locke's pupils suddenly shrank.

Luther with hair?

He subconsciously looked at the top of the other person's head, his thick blond hair shining in the sunlight.

This doesn't look like Luther, does it?

"Dad." Dio reminded quietly, nudging his distracted father with his elbow.

"Ah, sorry." Locke finally came to his senses and noticed the other person's outstretched hand. He quickly reached out and shook it. "I'm Locke Kent, and this is my child, Dio Kent."

"Lionel, Lionel Luthor."

"Nice to meet you, the best farmer in Kansas." The man smiled slightly, not caring about Locke's rudeness at all, and then pulled out a thin boy from behind: "This is my son, Lex Luthor."

This is the real master.

Locke smiled and looked at Clark's old enemy curiously.

Little Luther looked to be about ten years old, with sparse blond hair and a pair of oversized round-framed glasses on his pale face.

He hid timidly behind his father like a frightened quail.

Um.

There is no trace of the future hero.

"this kid"

Lionel smiled apologetically. "He encountered some turbulence on the helicopter coming here and got scared."

"Please don't mind, Mr. Locke."

Squinting his eyes, Dio looked at his peer, a glimmer of inquiry flashed in his red pupils.

Little Lex seemed to feel the gaze and shrank even further behind his father.

"It's ok."

"You do get nervous when you fly for the first time," Locke said gently. "And Dio was pretty scared the first time he rode a tractor."

"father!"

Dio protested immediately, his face flushing crimson.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lionel laughed heartily. "That's what children do. By the way, Mr. Locke, I heard about your farm."

"Father."

At this moment, Lex suddenly spoke timidly, "Can I go play with Mr. Dior first?"

His voice was as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it stunned everyone present.

gentlemen?

Dio raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He likes this name.

Chapter 15 Meteorite! Dio and Rex

Lionel looked a little surprised, but quickly regained his elegant smile.

After all, for him, this personal inspection was just a parent-child activity in which he took Lex out to play.

He was naturally very satisfied that Lex showed his intention to make friends.

"Of course, but it can wait until we get to the farm."

Locke glanced at Dio, who gave him a 'whatever' look.

"No problem." Locke nodded, "We can set off at any time."

"Thank you, Mr. Kent."

Little Lex bowed politely, then looked at Dio expectantly.

Anthony rubbed his hands and said, "Well, Mr. Luther, do you want to go see Locke's farm now?"

Lionel nodded. "I'm looking forward to it."

A moment later, the old Ford pickup's engine let out a familiar cough on the highway.

Locke could notice through the rearview mirror that several black luxury cars were following behind him at a suitable distance, their windows gleaming with the unique glow of bulletproof material in the sunlight.

"Sure enough." Locke shook his head secretly.

How could the head of the Luther Group travel so easily with only his son?

These bodyguards have probably been following them since they left the town.

He turned his gaze back to the right direction, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Dio in the passenger seat, twisting his blond hair between his fingers in a daze. Locke lowered his voice and said, "If you don't want to play with that young master, you can just refuse. With Daddy here, you don't need to please anyone."

"It's just playing house with the kids." Dio snorted, a hint of disdain flashing in his red eyes. "How difficult can it be?"

"is it?"

Locke couldn't help but laugh, and used his free hand to ruffle his son's blond hair, "Then don't bully the kid and make him cry."

"I won't!"

Dio slapped his old father's big hand away and angrily fixed his messed up hair.

Bumping along the country dirt road, the old Ford's wheels rolled over the mud that had not dried after the rain, and the splashing water sparkled amber in the sunlight.

The wheat fields on both sides of the road are like a golden ocean, with waves rising in the wind.

"arrive."

Locke parked the car beside the ridge of the field.

Lionel beside him also stepped out of the car gracefully and took a deep breath:

"It's such a refreshing and nostalgic smell."

"Would you like to take a closer look?" Locke pointed to the green and yellow farmland not far away. "That's the new corn planted this year."

"I'm satisfied, Mr. Locke." Lionel waved his hand, then turned to his son and said gently, "Go play with Dio, Lex."

Then he squatted down, straightened Luther's crooked bow tie, and said half-jokingly:

"How about you inspect the farmland on your father's behalf today?"

Nervously pushing his glasses up, little Lex swallowed, "Okay, okay, father."

At this moment, Dio was already standing impatiently on the edge of the field. Seeing little Luther dithering, he simply strode over and said, "Hey, do you want to see wheat or corn?"

"Both are fine."

Little Luther stammered in response and subconsciously shrank behind his father.

Lionel patted his son's shoulder encouragingly. "Go ahead. Remember to come back before lunch."

After saying that, he turned to Locke and said, "Mr. Kent, how about we talk about the specific details of the acquisition?"

Locke nodded and watched the two boys walk one after another into the depths of the wheat field.

Dio walked in front with his head held high, while little Luther followed closely like a frightened rabbit.

This scene made him shake his head

It's just hard to imagine.

"Your son has quite the personality," Lionel said suddenly, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Locke laughed dryly: "I'm sorry to bother you. This child has been like this since he was young, he has a very stubborn temper."

"No, that's good." Lionel's gold-rimmed glasses reflected the sunlight, making it difficult to see his eyes. "In this day and age, only people with personality can achieve great things."