Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 472 A Gathering of Heroes or a Meeting of Radishes?

"What?"

The locomotive was clearly taken aback by Clark's sudden question, and he seemed somewhat stunned: "What did you say?"

Clark turned his gaze away from the television; the locomotive on it had disappeared. The press conference was downstairs, and it didn't take him long to run back to the Water Tower from the venue.

But he still rushed to the conference room immediately because he didn't want to stay at the press conference any longer; he just wanted to catch up with his work schedule.

"Hey, do you remember the name of that girl you almost smashed into a pulp?"

After Superman repeated his question, A-Train's smile disappeared. He already harbored resentment towards this new colleague—he knew very well that the press conference Wot had arranged for him to hold today was not simply to appease public opinion, but more importantly, to use his own fame to promote the other party.

"What does her name have to do with me? And what does it have to do with you? The press conference is over, this matter is over."

The locomotive retorted, "So what if I remember her name?"

"So you really don't remember, or rather, you didn't care."

Clark said slowly and deliberately, “Her name is Robin, she’s twenty-four, still in college, has a boyfriend, and parents who are in their fifties.”

"She is a hard-working student, all for the sake of being with her boyfriend in the future. She also often goes home to visit her parents and neighbors, bringing them small gifts."

“Locomotive, she’s not some random passerby destined to die in a movie or an NPC deliberately designed in a game. She’s a living, breathing person, someone you almost killed.”

After she said that, Maeve glanced at Superman with some surprise, but then nodded, thinking that it was only natural for someone like him to say such things.

But the locomotive's expression was even uglier.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute Superman or even curse him, but for a moment he couldn't find the right words, because he knew the other man was right and he knew he was in the wrong.

He knew deep down he should feel guilty about it, but he deliberately didn't think about it because he was the locomotive, he was a superhero.

“I have the right to make mistakes.” This has always been the excuse he used to comfort himself.

Or rather, this was an excuse that everyone at Vought International used to comfort themselves. With endorsements and advertisements on television and in public squares, news about their heroes and people singing their praises, they actually felt like they were flawless heroes.

Until today, Clark has bluntly torn away this fig leaf, forcing him to confront some of the facts.

"Fuck you."

The locomotive, unusually, swore at his colleagues at the Water Company: "She's not dead. To put it bluntly, she didn't even get a scratch. What gives you the right to talk to me like you're judging a criminal?"

"I'm telling you, I didn't do anything wrong!"

However, Clark did not try to out-shout him.

“If you keep thinking like this, you’ll make a big mistake sooner or later,” he said softly. “How can you help others get rid of their suffering if you’re not even willing to understand their pain?”

"One day, you will find that your selfishness will alienate everyone."

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Another voice interrupted their conversation. The three turned around and saw an empty uniform and a pair of glasses floating in the air as the person walked straight through the door: "So lively today? Looks like the new colleague knows how to be popular."

However, no one responded to him. The A-Train clenched his fist and looked at Clark, while Maeve gave the Invisible Man a cold glance.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to hold a grudge like that."

Thinking of Maeve's punch yesterday and Superman's X-ray vision, the Invisible Man felt a throbbing pain in his stomach again. Completely outmatched, he obediently sat down in his chair. A-Train was still staring at Clark. If Superman hadn't already demonstrated his overwhelming superiority with his terrifying speed and steel body, he really would have wanted to attack directly.

but now.
"Damn it, another monster like a Homelander."

He cursed inwardly and sat down angrily.

Next, we entered the deep sea.

"Huh? Isn't Homelander here?" he asked. "Isn't he always the first one here?"

No one responded to him. The Invisible Man and the Train were angry, and Clark and Maeve knew what he had done yesterday and were even less inclined to respond.

So Deepsea could only obediently sit to the side—in fact, the moment he saw Clark, he subconsciously clutched his right hand, and the phantom pain of the fracture resurfaced.

He was a cowardly guy who was all bark and no bite. After realizing that Superman and Homelander might be on the same level in terms of fighting power, he didn't even have the slightest thought of causing trouble.

In reality, if Starlight had been more assertive last night, Deep Sea would still be the same as it is now; bullying the weak and fearing the strong is its true nature.

Immediately afterwards, a man dressed entirely in black entered the room. Without saying a word, he sat down in a chair next to the round table.

Everyone knows that Xuanse is a mute who cannot speak and always wears a mask and head covering. He is taciturn, decisive, and shrouded in mystery.

He wasn't even selected through the hero draft; he seemed to have been a member of the Hero Seven for a long time.

Superman looked over, thought for a moment, and still didn't choose the see-through black mask, because it would be impolite.

Then, Starlight walked in.

"Ha, I thought you weren't coming."

Deep Sea rarely sees someone he dares to mess with, so he couldn't help but tease, "After all, too much pressure can be overwhelming."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Starlight sat calmly next to Clark. Superman had helped her yesterday, and sitting next to him naturally made her feel at ease.

She gazed into the deep sea, a faint, dazzling light shimmering in her eyes.

Sensing that the starlight seemed to have hardened up, the deep sea immediately fell silent.

He was well aware of his superpowers; if it really came down to a fight, he would be utterly crushed by Starlight on the ground, or rather, any one of the Seven members would have the power to completely overwhelm him.

After the seven people sat down, they waited for quite a while, but there was still no sign of the people from the motherland.

Where have the Homelanders gone?

Maeve asked, "The meeting is about to start. Isn't he usually the first one to arrive?"

"Sorry, I was busy with something just now. There was a terrorist attack in New Jersey that required my attention, so I'm a little late."

The Homelanders finally arrived at the scene.

"Clark, Starlight, welcome to the seven or eight heroes of Vought."

However, when Clark looked into Homelander's eyes, he knew that the so-called terrorist raid was just an excuse.

(End of this chapter)