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Chapter 108 Don't worry, I'll teach you a lesson.

Blue Valley Town.

Courtney sneaks into her stepfather Pat's basement.

The room was locked, but it didn't matter. She had a key made a while ago, and this wasn't the first time she had sneaked in.

But this time she's going to play it big.

Courtney took out a specially made key, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently fiddled with it.

Click—

The silver-white iron lock opened with a click.

She first skillfully looked around to make sure her stepfather Pat and mother Barbara weren't home before quickly pushing open the door and going inside.

Although she believed that the items inside should be her personal belongings.

But until it is truly returned to its rightful owner.

Courtney still couldn't help feeling like a thief.

The basement was low and cramped, and the air was filled with the smell of engine oil, dust, and damp, rotten old wood.

It doesn't smell good.

In the very center of the ceiling hangs a bare incandescent light bulb, its dim, yellowish light barely illuminating what is directly below.

All the things brought from the move were piled up in a corner, shrouded in shadow.

It was covered in dust, looking like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

Against the wall stood several metal storage boxes, each about half a person's height.

The varnish on the surface has peeled off in large areas, indicating that it is quite old.

Courtney walked skillfully to a metal box.

It wasn't locked, or rather, it had already been pried open by someone.

Upon opening it, at the very top is a photo of two people that is clearly quite old.

Two men.

A handwritten message on the back:

To my partner and dearest friend, Star-Spangled Starman.

Courtney's gaze softened for a moment as she looked at the strong, muscular man next to her stepfather, Pat.

Just then.

A faint glow suddenly emanated from the tin box.

Golden warm light spilled out from the gaps in the box, and a deep humming sound emanated from inside, standing out starkly in the quiet basement.

Without a word, Courtney removed the top shelf, revealing a long, slender, gilded object resembling a scepter lying quietly on the cushion at the bottom of the box.

As soon as Courtney touched the staff, it burst forth with dazzling golden light, detached from the box, floated in mid-air, and moved towards her.

"Don't rush, today is the day we return to the forefront."

Courtney stroked the scepter and said softly.

With her reassurance, the scepter's movements noticeably subsided.

She then found the complete suit that the original Starman had used in other metal boxes.

"All of this can only prove one fact: Starman is my biological father whom I have never met."

And I, Courtney Whitman, will become the second Starman, inheriting my father's will to protect world peace.

Of course, before that, I need to teach that hot bastard named Lucas Kent a lesson.

Let him know how to properly respect a beautiful woman who throws herself at him. Yes, that's it. Just like all superheroes, they all have a few blemishes before they become famous.

With a thought to herself, Courtney, like a rabbit that had just stolen a bite of carrot, quickly left the basement.

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Town centre.

A car repair shop called PitStop.

The auto repair shop has an old and simple storefront with faded white paint on the walls, and tire racks and simple repair tool racks placed at the entrance.

Courtney's stepfather, Pat, wearing a navy blue work shirt stained with oil, casually put down his tools, glanced at the sky, and ended his busy day early.

The harvest was good.

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Excluding fixed expenses such as purchasing supplies, parts, utilities, and miscellaneous fees, today's revenue is enough to cover the family's daily food and clothing expenses for several days.

Of course, he usually doesn't need to contribute much to household expenses.

But Pat didn't want to be a kept man.

He was no longer young and knew all too well that in a relationship, one person should never be the only one making sacrifices.

After cleaning the grease off his hands, Pat first went to the town's market to buy some beef, ribs, mackerel, mushrooms, and other barbecue ingredients before driving home.

Tonight is the family picnic that he and Barbara had arranged in advance.

Similarly, it was Barbara who stepped in to mediate the tense relationship between him and his stepdaughter Courtney.

He is a responsible man.

Even though Courtney wasn't his biological daughter, after marrying Barbara and building a family together, he was willing to treat that lively, innocent, and somewhat rebellious girl as his own.

For example, he was busy with various tasks, such as helping Courtney transfer schools.

But as soon as Pat got home, before he could even sit down, he saw Barbara walking towards him anxiously: "It's terrible, Pat, Courtney still hasn't come back."

As a mid-level manager at the American Dream Corporation, Barbara is usually a mature and composed career woman, only becoming less rational when her family is involved.

"Don't worry, Courtney might not be used to the feeling of moving yet. Maybe she's just wandering around town to clear her head. Anyway, it's still early."

Pat comforted the flustered Barbara and smiled helplessly.

Being a stepfather isn't easy.

Although he and Barbara were truly in love, they went through a long period of getting to know each other before getting married.

But Courtney, who was going through puberty, was clearly more wary of herself than of others.

However, he also understands that little girls of this age.

Both mature and naive.

She must have thought she had stolen her mother away with some sweet talk.

Pat maintained a calm demeanor and reassured Barbara, telling her to prepare the picnic first.

Just go look for Courtney in the surrounding streets.

After taking a few steps, Pat's gaze unconsciously swept over the tightly closed iron door to the basement.

next moment.

The smile on the man's lips vanished instantly.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

The iron gate was still locked, but the lock was facing the wrong way.

Courtney's whereabouts have been elusive these past few days, always finding excuses to sneak off to the back of the house alone. He wasn't unaware of this, but thinking that the girl had just transferred schools and was still restless, he didn't investigate further.

Given the unusual events that have occurred tonight, a worst-case scenario has come to mind.

He immediately opened the basement door and looked inside.

The two metal crates that had been used to store Ted Knight's belongings were wide open, and their contents, including the Cosmic Scepter, had vanished.

"Please don't think like I do—"

Pat's expression was more serious than ever before.

In this small town, he discovered many villains who used to belong to ISA.

Once Courtney goes around in Starman's gear, she'll be easily recognized.

That would not only be tantamount to walking into a trap and ruining Starman's last wish, but it would also drag the whole family into danger.

As dusk fell.

The fiery red sun sank to a position level with the horizon.

Half the sky looked like boiling blood.

Summer has just ended, and the days are still long and the nights are short.

So even after returning to Smallville, it was still dark.

The wind was gentle, carrying the clean scent of wheat fields and soil, and the entire farm was so quiet that only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wheat fields could be heard.

The wooden fences stretch neatly into the distance, and the old red barns stand quietly at the edge of the view, creating a peaceful and leisurely rural scene.

Courtney asked passersby for directions and followed the country lanes until she found this place.

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She was carrying a large backpack containing all her belongings.

As Courtney passed through the open farm gate, she immediately looked around.

Clark, who was chopping wood, immediately noticed the suspicious woman.

He frowned, somewhat puzzled, and subconsciously put down the wooden stake he was holding, walking towards Courtney.

Before he could even speak, Courtney interjected, "I know you, Clark. An equally hot guy, just a bit too cocky, especially around Lana. Otherwise, to be honest, you're second only to Lucas in terms of charm at school."

Courtney was like a natural conversationalist, chattering on and on.

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Clark frowned, his expression strange.

I didn't know whether I should be speechless or thank this stranger for the compliment.

Because Courtney had just transferred to the school, and American schools don't have fixed classrooms, Clark didn't know her.

Once Courtney had finished talking, he finally had a chance to interject, "Um, wait a minute—who are you? Do I know you?"

Courtney raised her chin slightly and said directly, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Courtney Whitman. I'm an eleventh-grade student who recently transferred to Smallville High School. Although we don't know each other well yet, we should get to know each other soon."

"A transfer student?"

Clark raised an eyebrow slightly, not too surprised.

Smallville has developed well in recent years, especially in the field of education.

In particular, football and academic courses are ranked first in the entire state of Kansas, and the university has even signed an exclusive cooperation agreement with Metropolitan University.

As a result, every year there are a few transfer students from other places.

"So, Courtney, what are you up to, lurking around outside my house like that?"

"First of all, I wasn't acting suspiciously. Secondly, I was looking for Lucas."

"Are you looking for my brother?"

Clark glanced at Courtney, somewhat surprised.

Such things were very common a few years ago.

But now, after witnessing my older brother's icy coldness, to be honest, it's become quite rare.

Moreover, although Courtney is quite good-looking, she is at best only average among the many suitors who are attracted to her brother's stunning good looks.

However, considering that the other party is a new transfer student, it can be explained.

"So, what do you want with Lucas?"

Just to be on the safe side, Clark asked one more question.

"It's very simple————"

Without a second thought, Courtney said, "I came here today mainly to make him understand how to respect women."

Robin Morgan once said that hating arrogant men is a legitimate form of resistance;

Dworkin also bluntly stated that all men who belittle women have a deep-seated desire for oppression in their bones.

Therefore, I must make him understand today that there are consequences for treating women carelessly.

Clark paused for a moment.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

Looking at the strange girl with an inexplicably imposing aura in front of him, Da Chao was completely bewildered.

She had absolutely no idea when her arrogant and aloof brother, who never paid attention to women, had offended such a bold girl who dared to barge into her door and had even undergone ideological awakening.

Where did they get the guts?

Although he never confronted his brother directly, Clark knew very well that Lucas had blood on his hands.

Because he had smelled a faint rusty smell more than once.

Even putting all that aside, Lucas is the school's number one bully, that's a well-known fact.

Even though they never bully the weak, they are never merciful to those who dare to cause trouble; breaking arms and legs is commonplace for them.

"Um, I'd like to ask, how do you plan to teach Lucas a lesson?"

Clark looked at Courtney.

The woman said dismissively, "It's simple, just beat him into submission."

The farm fell silent instantly.

The wind rustled through the cornfield.

"————" Clark was amused: "If the kind of fighting you're talking about is the kind of fighting I understand, then I advise you to go back to where you came from."

I know Lucas's personality very well; if he wants to hit someone, he doesn't discriminate based on gender.

"That's because he hasn't met anyone like that before. Maybe after this experience, he'll fall in love with me." Courtney waved her hand. "Listen, Clark, this has nothing to do with you. Can you call Lucas for me?"

"Of course, but he's not home right now." Clark shrugged.

"Huh—it's this late and you're still not home?" Courtney asked, puzzled.

"Aren't you the same?"

As they were talking.

Lucas happened to be walking along the farm's path.

Courtney immediately ran over and stood in front of Lucas.

Do you still remember me?

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She looked aggressive.

"So what if I remember? So what if I don't?" Lucas replied expressionlessly.

He was training his body in the Abyss World.

Being bothered by Courtney has put me in a bad mood right now.

"You!" Courtney was so angry that she stomped her feet, not expecting Lucas to be as impulsive as ever.

"Listen, I'm giving you one last chance to apologize to me."

"Why should I apologize to you?" Lucas frowned.

Is Stargirl this unreasonable in the comics too?

"I apologize for your lack of gentlemanly manners," Courtney said immediately.

Even if you have no feelings for me, you shouldn't hurt my feelings with such cold words.

People can actually laugh when they're speechless.

So Lucas laughed.

And he laughed very loudly.

I even laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

After a long silence, he said, word by word, "What if I don't want to apologize?"

"Then I'll give you a good beating," Starchaser said confidently, clenching her fist as she spoke.

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached into her backpack with one hand and gently pulled it out.

The glittering, gilded cosmic staff fell into his palm.

A faint light instantly enveloped the staff, and a low hum of energy spread through the air.

"You think you can do whatever you want just because you have Starman's gear? It seems you don't know anything about how to be a proper hero. But that's okay, I'll teach you."

Lucas's smile vanished, and his expression immediately turned cold.

Compared to some villains, he despised these self-righteous fools even more.

How did you know this was?

Courtney's expression froze, somewhat surprised.

Although her "biological father" left her this treasure, even she wouldn't have recognized it as Starman's exclusive equipment unless she saw it with her own eyes.

The other party recognized it at a glance.

Courtney was still a little confused when suddenly she felt a biting gust of wind rush past her sides.

Then, she found herself high in the sky.

Below them were clusters of clouds.

Unlike the ground, it was still as bright as day here.

Her eyes widened, her breathing rapid, and she felt the biting cold and deadly lack of oxygen frantically reaping her consciousness.