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Chapter 46 Metropolis Part 2: Ouroboros

Chapter 46 Metropolis Part Two: Ouroboros
After a while.

The two of them saw Gray off.

Dio's true form was finally revealed. He leaped into the big bed that could accommodate five people.

"I'm really going to get high! Dad!"

The boy's muffled voice came from the pillow:
"Especially when I think about that big, stupid Clark who must be milking cows on the farm right now. Hahahaha!"

Clark, what happened to you?!
Glancing at Dio unhappily, Locke dialed his newly bought push-button phone:

"du~du~du~"

"Lionel, we agreed it was just an ordinary hotel in the city center. Isn't this enough to host the president today?"

"Locke?"

From the other end of the line came the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking together and the noise of a crowd.

Good brother seems to be at the party?

Anyway, Lionel's voice was filled with laughter:

"I remember someone saying that."

"The economy is bad this year, I really don't know what to give Dior as a birthday gift?"

“This gift is too expensive.”

"I understand." Interrupting Locke's words, Lionel laughed and said, "Anyway, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for me. You don't need to worry about it."

"Besides, I haven't thanked you yet for reminding me about the El Niño effect at the beginning of the year."

"How can this be the same thing?" Locke shook his head helplessly, his eyes fixed on Dio, who had walked to the mini bar at some point and was studying imported chocolates. The boy noticed his gaze and immediately pretended to study the ingredient list, but he couldn't hide the chocolate on the corner of his mouth. "I think you're spoiling Dio too much, aren't you?"

"So what?" Lionel snorted. "I like him a lot, and so does Lex."

"Consider it a birthday present from Lex and I to Dio."

"Who makes you mean Locke Kent?"

"Lionel, you..." Locke's face darkened, and he handed the phone to Dio unhappily: "Come, thank your Uncle Lionel."

After answering the phone, Dio cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Thank you for your arrangement, Mr. Luther."

"Just call me Uncle Lionel." The voice on the phone softened. "If you really want to thank me, then enjoy your vacation."

"Be good with your father."

"duo~"

hang up the phone.

Dio found that his father was looking at him with a complicated look.

The boy immediately became alert: "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Brat, remember, you are relying on your father for help." Locke said unhappily.
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Longtengxuan.

It is said to be the best Chinese restaurant in the metropolis.

A vermilion lantern hangs on the lintel, and two stone lions stand on both sides of the carved wooden door.

It's a world of difference compared to the last Chinese fast food restaurant I ate at in the suburbs.

Looking up at this building full of oriental charm, Dio's red eyes flickered with curiosity:

“Dad, are you sure this isn’t a museum?”

Locke smiled and pushed the door open: "Don't worry, this is definitely a place to eat."

As soon as I walked in, a waiter in cheongsam came up to me and handed me the English menu with a smile:

“Welcome to Dragon Palace, may I take your order?”

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"I've booked a box. I'm Locke Kent."

"Is that Mr. Locke Kent? I see"

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After a moment's pause, the waiter smiled cordially:

"Well, Mr. Kent, your Chinese is very standard."

Dio's eyes widened, as if he was meeting his old father for the first time:
“Dad, when did you learn this?”

Locke shrugged. "I learned a little bit when I was a big shot in the metropolis."

Is it really fur?

Dio grumbled in his heart, but still quickly followed Locke into the box.

Then I heard
Locke took his seat, picked up the Chinese menu and began to order the dishes:
"Please give me Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs, Xiao Long Bao, Steamed Lamb, Steamed Deer Tail, Roast Duck, Roast Chicken, Roast Goose, Braised Pork, Braised Duck, Braised Chicken, Bacon, Songhua Tripe, Dry-fried Meat, Sausage, Assorted Su Pan, Smoked Chicken Tripe, Steamed Eight Treasure Pork, Glutinous Rice Stuffed Duck, Canned Pheasant, Canned Quail, Braised Assorted Vegetables, Braised Goose."

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Locke Kent, what are you mumbling about?

Is this your fur?!
Dio was stunned, but before he could ask any more questions, fragrant dishes were served one after another, blocking his mouth.

Bright red oil mapo tofu, golden and crispy sweet and sour spareribs, and crystal clear steamed dumplings.
Dio's nostrils twitched slightly, and his stomach growled uncontrollably.

"Eat."

Locke picked up the chopsticks and paused.

Dio was keenly aware of something strange and narrowed his eyes: "Dad, are you..."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs suddenly flew up from the air and landed steadily in Locke's bowl.

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Dio's mouth twitched: "You actually used the cafeteria's hot sauce to steal food?!"

Locke remained calm and said, "I just want to eat the spicy sauce in the cafeteria."

With an angry sneer, Dio summoned the world unwilling to be outdone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two stand-ins clashed silently above the dining table, chopsticks and spoons flying in the air.

The dishes were dwindling at an alarming rate, with the food disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later.

Dio slumped in the chair, rubbing his round belly contentedly: "Dad"

"Um?"

"The cafeteria's spicy sauce is still more accurate."

"It's good to know."

"so."

“Can we come tomorrow?”

Smiling and ruffling his golden hair, Locke took a sip of tea slowly:
“It depends on your performance.”

Dio curled his lips and snorted in annoyance.

After a hearty meal, the father and son walked out of the restaurant, and the sunlight shone on the bustling Chinatown.

"Stinky boy." Locke stretched. "Where are we going next? The technology exhibition won't start until tomorrow, this afternoon."

"Dad, how's that store?"

"Ok?"

Following his finger, I saw the sign read:

Dad's Antique Shop.

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Locke paused, startled. Was this the antique shop he was thinking of? But this was the Metropolis, and that antique shop was in San Francisco.

"Row."

Locke couldn't help laughing at his own thoughts and nodded readily, "Then it's a good time to pick out another birthday present for you."

"boom"

Pushing open the old wooden door of the antique shop, the doorbell rang crisply.

The store was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood and old leather.

Shopkeeper——

An old man wearing round-frame glasses and a Zhongshan suit walked over slowly.

"Is this your first time in an antique shop, sir?"

"Let's just take a look."

"Oh?"

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"You've made a mistake." A trace of surprise crossed the old man's face, and he laughed dumbly. "Please take a look at it casually."

Nodding, Locke looked at Dio beside him.

This little guy was actually visiting a shop like this for the first time, and he was captivated by the several ingenious mechanical devices displayed in the center: a copper astronomical instrument, an automatic quill pen, and a pocket watch inlaid with gears.
There was a glint of interest in his eyes, and he even wanted to touch the surface of these precision instruments with his fingers.

"Don't touch it."

Locke took his hand away. "Some antiques are very fragile."

"You're worrying too much."

“I wouldn’t put fragile antiques on it.” The old man laughed.

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Old man, did you do this on purpose?
Locke glanced at the old man with a twitching mouth, then looked at Dio.

Um.
Very pleased.

Dio is very obedient
Ok? !

Dio's eyes narrowed, and he turned his head suddenly, his red pupils scanning out the window like a hawk.

"what happened?"

Locke noticed something was wrong with Dio and followed his gaze across the street, but...
All you can see is a constant stream of people.

"It's okay, Dad. It might just be my imagination."

Patting the child's shoulder soothingly, Locke said nothing, but quietly spread the perception of Star Platinum and carefully noticed the movements on the street.

Nothing surprising.

Can.
He still couldn't help but care.

After all, it is Dio's perception
It is the people who are born with good luck who notice that something is wrong.

"Stay here and don't wander around." Locke took a deep breath and touched Dio's head. "Dad is going out to make a phone call."

"Ah."

Nodding obediently, Dio watched Locke walk out into the street.

This time, I don't have any bad feelings.

After stretching, Dio chose to wander around the antique shop out of boredom.

quickly
A silver coin with a strange luster caught his attention.

The coin was half black and half white, with a ring engraved on the back and a snake with its head and tail held together on the front. There were even two tiny rubies inlaid in the snake's eyes.

It seems to be worth a lot of money.

“Do you like this?”

An old voice sounded behind him, and the old man was standing behind him without him knowing when.

“Interesting perspective, kid.”

Picking up the silver coin, the old man slowly turned it under the light.

"It's the Ouroboros, one of the world's oldest mythological symbols."

"It means the cycle of life and death, which has no end."

"Look, this snake's tail will always return to its mouth no matter what." The old man held the coin upright. "It's a greedy snake that eats itself."

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"Old man, what do you mean?"

"Is this snake destroying itself?" Dio asked puzzledly.

"That's not the case." The old man smiled. "Because according to ancient alchemical knowledge, all things are destined to an end and death from the moment they are born."

"And this serpent, while destroying itself, simultaneously gives itself life. It constantly breeds itself, thus allowing itself to continue to gain life."

"It's an endless cycle, or so it seems."

"Eternal life?" Dio exclaimed.

"Do you know the Phoenix?" Dio asked, but the old man continued to talk to himself, "Like the Ouroboros, it regenerates through self-immolation. This is also a cycle."

"Brown once said—"

"Everything has a beginning and an end. Only heaven and numbers can bring about a new life."

"You understand me, kid?"

"I don't understand." Dio shook his head.

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"In short, this coin brings good luck."

The old man lowered his voice and sounded mysterious.

good luck? !
Dio took a deep breath when he noticed the sensitive words.

Now I understand.

"How much, old man?"

"The price is not important, child." Instead of answering immediately, the old man simply asked, "Is today your day?"

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