Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 457 Superman's Daily Life

"What are you doing!"

After Homelander threw the three thugs into the air, Clark looked shocked and furious. He never expected that the man in front of him, who looked somewhat like himself, would suddenly do such a thing.

Meanwhile, Queen Maeve, standing behind Homelander, couldn't help but frown as she watched what Homelander had done.

It wasn't that she felt any sympathy for the three unfortunate bandits who were thrown into the air; it was simply because Homelander's actions were incredibly stupid. The three robbers had already laid down their guns and knelt down to surrender, yet he had killed them outright.

"This approach will only cause dissatisfaction among some citizens, even if superheroes are allowed to kill during law enforcement. But this situation will definitely cause more trouble—although Vought International will clean up the mess, they won't like this kind of trouble."

The moment Queen Maeve was considering these things, a crisp explosion rang in everyone's ears, and Clark's figure vanished instantly, then flew into the sky.

He started in an extremely short time and broke the sound barrier, a feat that made the eyes of the people of the motherland change.

The other party's flight speed seemed to be no slower than his.

Clark, who had taken to the sky, reached out and caught the two men, then tucked the third man under his arm and slowly descended back to the ground. He looked at the three men, who were unconscious from fright, and couldn't help but turn to look at Homelander.

"Why kill them? They've already surrendered; this is not a heroic act."

These three simple sentences reignited the anger in the hearts of the people of the motherland.

"I'm not a hero? I'm the strongest and most successful superhero in history. How dare an unknown nobody say I'm not a hero?"

"Just because I'm going to kill a few mortal criminals?"

Despite his inner thoughts, Homelander didn't show it. The more angry and repressed he became, the better his acting became—an instinctive reaction that had evolved automatically after years of being suppressed by the Vought Corporation.

“See, just like I said, you may not have been in this business for long, so you’re not quite as thorough as you thought,” Homelander replied with a smile. His voice was loud, and it was less an explanation to Clark and more an explanation to all the citizens present: “These men are vicious thugs, and they have pistols on their waists. To ensure the safety of the citizens, we must act decisively.”

"You can just knock them out; they're already covering their heads with their hands."

"Alright, let's stop wasting time on pointless arguments. I know you sympathize with these criminals, but the citizens are more important."

Homelander waved his hand dismissively, ending his conversation with Clark. His body slowly floated up: "In any case, you've been a great help today. The armored truck and the money are all intact, which is a good thing."

“If you want to use this opportunity to participate in the selection of new members for the seven-person group, then I think there will be quite a few people supporting you. But if you also want to use me to expand your influence, then you are taking a shortcut.”

"You have to be down-to-earth, Superman. You can't become a hero just by using these little tricks."

After labeling Clark as a self-promoting opportunist who was putting down his predecessors, Homelander flew away from the scene. He knew that continuing to argue would only make him appear as an old man who bullies the weak in the eyes of the public, and his heroic aura would naturally be greatly diminished, so he simply made a clean getaway.

Queen Maeve was left standing there, watching the Homelanders fly away in the sky. She couldn't help but feel contempt for a few seconds, but quickly looked at Clark again.

"Superman. His abilities are really similar to Homelander's."

The original plan was for her and Homelander to stay at the scene, basking in the cheers of the surrounding crowd, taking photos with the media who arrived later, and receiving thanks from other NYPD officers. However, Homelander clearly caused trouble. Maeve knew exactly what he was thinking. Although his jealousy of Clark wasn't outwardly displayed, given his usual behavior, he was probably already seething with anger. And now it seems this incident can only become a personal publicity stunt for Superman, the new hero, which Vought International probably won't be happy about.

But what does that have to do with her? Rather, Homelander's words just now reminded Maeve of something.

"A new draft of seven members"

Just then, Clark, who was on the field, saw the surrounding citizens and media rushing over. After confirming that the New York police had handcuffed the three thugs, he walked directly to the two high school students.

"Please remember to look for cars next time you cross the street, and be mindful of your speech, okay?"

The two boys looked at Superman's face and nodded obediently this time. One of them mustered up his courage and asked, "Can I take a picture with you, Superman?"

Clark smiled helplessly.

Being liked by others is a rather helpless thing. He doesn't really like being pestered by reporters with questions. He prefers to live the life of an ordinary person and is happy just being Clark. But he can't refuse a fan's request.

So he left a photo and then tried to fly away with Ma Zhaodi—but his super vision came in handy again at that moment.

Through the crowd, he saw Ma Zhaodi wave his phone at him. The screen displayed a message: "Don't worry about me, just fly away. Come find me after I've bought your clothes."

There was no agreed location on the phone, because without any concealment, Superman's eyesight and X-ray vision would easily locate Ma Zhaodi from high above.

That's the advantage of having a teammate with superpowers; it makes teamwork much easier. If it were Batman, Ma Zhaodi would have to use his phone to send him the message.

Of course, talking into the listening device on your body is also a method.

Superman waved to everyone one last time, then looked up at the sky. He was about to take off when he was pulled down by a hand—not because the hand was that strong, but simply because Superman didn't want to force anyone to go up into the sky.

“My name is Queen Maeve. What you just did was amazing, Superman.”

Maeve extended her hand to Clark with a smile, her expression friendly. She leaned slightly closer to Clark and suddenly whispered, "What are you doing? Just flying away like that?"

"Uh," Clark asked, puzzled, "What else? Is there anything else?"

"Wow, you really are a newbie!"

Maeve stood beside Clark, smiling and waving to the cheering crowd, and said in a low voice, "Just a picture with two kids? The media and other citizens barely got any pictures of you—you don't know anything about publicity, do you?"

Why should we promote it?

"Huh? What kind of question is this? Do you always do things like this? Just help someone on the street and then fly away?"

Clark nodded, because this was his daily routine in Metropolis.

(End of this chapter)