American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Considering that he doesn't eat too much, we'll let it go."

Pamela Ivy scrutinized the gray giant with an almost scrutinizing gaze, as if examining rare fertilizer.

Her aesthetic system, even more discerning than the light emanating from Hugh, was clearly dissatisfied with the fragments of Solomon's suit that had been marinated in the swamps of time, but as a botanist, she saw another side to it.

"The mud on his body was full of damn swamp essence."

Sunflower wrinkled her nose, her voice carrying a conflicting mix of disdain and approval.

"Although the stench was suffocating, it was a feast for the few aggressive shrubs I wanted to cultivate behind the orphanage."

She turned to Hugh and tapped Solomon's knee with a vine, causing him to shrink back in confusion.

"Since your dilapidated manor, filled with metal, can't hold this creature, send it to an orphanage. I need a gardener to take care of turning the soil and fertilizing it."

"gardener?"

Xiu En raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? I just pictured this guy watering the flowers with one of those pink elephant watering cans... Ivy, that's probably a scene worthy of being included in the Gotham City Ghost Stories."

"At least it's better than you just eating there."

Ivy rolled her eyes, but had clearly decided to accept this giant pet.

"Solomon!"

"Did you hear that? We're taking you to a new place. There's no KFC there, but there's a whole yard of flowers, and if you don't mind, a bunch of little ones who might treat you like a giant trampoline."

"flower……"

A glint flashed in Solomon Grandi's eyes.

During those years of slaughtering the swamp, flowers were the only thing that didn't mock him.

Solomon...liked flowers.

He carefully touched a green vine with his large, sauce-covered hands, his movements incredibly gentle, as if afraid of damaging this seemingly fragile plant that could actually strangle a crocodile.

"Solomon...can I go?"

"Just don't sit on those flowers and flatten them."

Ivy snorted coldly, but also withdrew the spikes she had prepared for defense.

"Also, the first thing you should do when you get there is take a shower. You absolutely must."

"Now that everyone has reached an agreement!"

The penguin suddenly felt that the happiest moment of his life was about to arrive.

He would sponsor even if these scoundrels went to Mars, as long as they stepped out of the house.

"Can I leave now?"

"Of course, Mr. Cobblestone."

Shuen turned his head, his golden smile so bright that the penguin wanted to call the police.

"But before that, there's the issue of transportation. You see, my giant friend is clearly full and doesn't want to move too fast, and what about your Lincoln?"

"Since it's almost scrapped anyway, why not just donate it to Wayne Welfare Home as a charity vehicle? I believe that with your reputation in Gotham, if people know how enthusiastic you are about public welfare, tomorrow's headlines will be very beneficial to Iceberg Club's business."

The penguin opened its mouth.

He wanted to say that it was custom-made bulletproof and that it contained a bottle of his treasured red wine.

But when he met Solomon’s expectant eyes and Shuen’s cracking knuckles, all his objections turned into a sob in his throat.

"It would be my great honor."

The penguin slammed the car keys on the table.

"May God bless that poor orphanage."

Five minutes later, the Lincoln wobbled away from the restaurant entrance.

Xiu En sat in the passenger seat.

The sunflower stretched out its vines and started driving, directing the vines to seal the broken rear window so that passersby could not see the horrifying scene inside.

Solomon Grandi and Black Gold Carnivorous Plant practically folded themselves into most of the remaining space in the back row. Grandi's head was stuck in the sunroof, sticking out like a giant groundhog, feeling the sea breeze.

"This is even cooler than the Batmobile."

Xiu En commented that although the black smoke coming out of the rear of the car made him slightly doubt whether the car could make it to the East District.

"Shut up and focus on being your GPS."

"Once you get there, you'll also be responsible for explaining to this big guy why some flowers can bite while others can't be eaten."

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Not long after, the limousine that once belonged to the top of the Gotham gang was now parked in a very undignified manner on the concrete ground of the orphanage.

The reason it's considered undignified is that when Ivy used vines to push open the car door, which was half-hanging on the frame, and got out before the car had even come to a complete stop, and incidentally handed over Solomon Grandi, who was crammed into the car like some kind of giant sealant, the chassis let out a mournful wail like an old ox dying, and then completely broke down.

But nobody cared whether the car was dead or alive.

Wow!

Jeremy dropped the licorice stick he was holding in his mouth, which was meant for lunch, because he saw Solomon.

They looked up at the real monster.

Even Alvin, who had been hiding on the roof, tensed up.

Solomon showed a look of fear when faced with these tiny creatures that were only knee-high to him.

He took a step back, his huge feet leaving a shallow crater in the ground, his enormous hands clutching a toy clownfish, and looked pleadingly at the last person to emerge from the passenger seat.

"Don't be nervous, little ones!"

Xiuen straightened his trench coat.

"Ahem, greetings to Uncle Solomon, who comes from a distant swamp and is passionate about gardening and eating contests!"

"Solomon...hello."

Solomon stammered as he raised one hand, trying to show off the harmless clownfish in his hand, forcing a smile that looked like it could probably scare the neighbor’s kid to tears.

The children paused for two seconds.

Then, someone took the lead, perhaps because of the comical clownfish, or perhaps because of the giant's look as if he had done something wrong, a bold little boy suddenly threw the ball in his hand.

It hit Solomon squarely in the stomach and bounced.

Solomon was not angry.

He clumsily caught the ball, and then, as if he had received some kind of permission, his face slowly lit up.

"Done. Cough cough, see, I told you I'm the best early childhood educator."

Shuen stood by the car, watching Solomon quickly become familiar with the children, and then turned to smile at Ivy.

"The best?"

Ivy frowned but didn't refute as she watched the mud and grime falling off Solomon's body like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Her gaze swept over Xiu En's bloodless lips.

"The premise is that you don't flicker like a light bulb that's about to run out of power."

"What light bulb? This is called rhythmic lighting, cough!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiu En began to cough violently.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

Xiu En suddenly bent over and covered his mouth with his hand.

With each cough, tiny golden sparks, like electric sparks, would burst out from between his fingers.

Having used all his strength too many times today, now that he's at the orphanage and his body has relaxed, even Xiu En, who is used to pain, is finding it hard to suppress the pain in his lungs.

"Light?!"

Solomon, who was holding a child, sensed the commotion and was about to rush over.

Alvin jumped down from the roof.

Even Jerami, who is usually slow to react to these kinds of things, noticed that the luminous figure was even smoking.

"Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Xiu En stretched out a hand that was still trembling slightly, and there was a small pinch of bright golden powder on his palm.

He was breathing heavily, but he still managed to blow the powder into the air with exaggerated gestures to soothe the children, like a magician's final act.

The gold dust glittered in the sunlight, looking absolutely dreamy, if you didn't consider that his lungs were on strike.

"This is...this is the grand finale I wanted to show you!"

"Shuen shouted, a thin line of gold blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he wiped it away with his thumb and struck what he thought was a cool pose as he looked at Ivy, who was heartbroken.

"How is it?"

He laughed like a heartless bastard, even though his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Am I...cough cough...super handsome today?"