What's wrong with Superman's brother wanting to be Homelander?

Chapter 115 Wonder Woman VS Superman

"What I mean is, you don't look like Lucas's classmate. And judging from your accent, you don't seem to be from around the metropolis—"

Jonathan looked warily at the young woman in front of him, whose face was as beautiful as an ancient Greek statue, almost perfect.

The farmer, who has recently made his farm business very successful, did not answer the other party's question easily at the beginning, but instead asked a question in return.

Although the other woman's beauty made him feel somewhat suffocated, Jonathan was never a man who could be seduced by beauty.

His affection for Ms. Martha surpassed the most faithful and steadfast promises in the world.

"Yes, I'm not Lucas's classmate."

Diana smiled, extended her hand, and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Diana, I'm from Washington, and I know Lucas for some reason. If you don't believe me, you can confirm with Lucas. I'll be waiting here."

In the sunlight, Wonder Woman's smile is confident yet reserved. Her legs are long and shapely, with perfect proportions. Her knees are small and delicate, and her calves have smooth, curved lines that flow smoothly from the knees to her bony ankles. Just one leg is enough to make men fantasize.

Of course, her greatest allure lies in her eyes and brows, which possess both softness and determination.

"Washington? Ms. Diana, I think you must have mistaken me for someone else. My whole family has lived here all our lives. The furthest we've ever been is to the metropolis, never to Washington."

Jonathan immediately shook his head.

Just then, Ms. Martha also came out of the house.

Seeing Diana extend her hand to Jonathan, she quickly walked over and shook the woman's hand on Jonathan's behalf: "And this is?"

"Diana, she wants to see Lucas, but I feel like she's not quite right in the head. She even said she saw Lucas in Washington."

Jonathan leaned close to Martha's ear and whispered an explanation.

Martha's gaze immediately and subtly swept over the other person's neat and sophisticated attire, a hint of caution flashing in her eyes.

"I want to know, what is your relationship with my eldest son? You may not know, but every now and then, strange girls would come to see him, many, many times. What I mean is, sometimes we parents need to make sure our children aren't being disturbed too much."

After organizing her thoughts, Martha smiled and said.

"There are some academic questions." Diana's signature smile remained, and as she spoke, she pulled at her shirt...

He pulled a small, exquisite card out of his pocket.

"This is my business card."

Martha took it and glanced at it subconsciously.

The card bears the official logo of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History in Washington, D.C.

The name field reads "Diana Prince".

His titles include senior anthropologist and curator of ancient Mediterranean artifacts.

At the bottom is the museum's office hotline and the address of the collection research department.

Although she had spent most of her life in the small town of Smallville, Ms. Martha had heard about the museum more than once from television.

This is thanks to her habit of watching programs related to antiques.

After all, given Lucas and Clark's usual academic performance, she believed they could definitely be nurtured in that direction.

Imagine if you suddenly discovered a historically significant ancient tomb during a cultural relic survey. You could simply sit there with a stool, work a few hours each day, and earn a high salary that most people could only dream of.

As a top-tier national museum in the world, its staff must hold at least a master's degree in a relevant field, or even a doctorate.

He is already quite an expert in this field.

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Of course, if the farm continues to thrive and the family has enough savings, she hopes her two children can study medicine.

Although training two medical students is a huge expense, once they graduate, their lives will be completely secure for the rest of their lives.

"Don't worry, this is definitely not fake. It has the Smithsonian Museum's contact number on it. You can call to confirm. For a museum of this caliber, there's no way to fake their phone number."

Diana, noticing that Martha hadn't said a word, offered a reminder.

"Yes, I believe no one would use this to swindle or deceive people."

However, Lucas isn't home right now. He's a diligent kid; he leaves before dawn.

Returning the business card to Diana, Ms. Martha frowned, her tone puzzled: "But I have a question. We've lived on this farm in Smallville our whole lives, and the furthest we've ever driven is to the metropolis."

Washington is thousands of miles away. How did Lucas even get to know a researcher at the National Museum?

Jonathan stood to the side, nodding in agreement.

Diana noticed the pure, utter confusion in their eyes and immediately realized that they were clearly unaware of Lucas's special abilities.

Or perhaps Lucas had been keeping it from them all along.

However, Wonder Woman did not expose Lucas's hidden secret. She smiled gently and gave a perfect excuse.

"I completely understand your doubts. We have never met in person; we have only communicated via email."

She spoke slowly and plainly: "I study ancient civilizations at the Smithsonian Museum and often read the opinions shared by enthusiasts on online academic forums. I happened to read Lucas's comments, and his insights into ancient artifacts and lost civilizations far surpassed those of most students I've met. He has completely new interpretations of many obscure historical materials, which is a gift from heaven."

"I was really curious about how he knew so much, so I emailed him. We've talked on and off about many topics related to cultural relics over the past two years, so we're like pen pals who met online. This time, I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to participate in a research trip for a cultural relics exhibition, and I stopped by Smallville on the way, specifically to meet him in person."

Martha and Jonathan exchanged a glance. Although they were still somewhat doubtful, they had begun to believe Wonder Woman's words.

"So that's how it is. We were overthinking it." Martha breathed a sigh of relief, her tone softening.

Lucas does indeed enjoy reading, and his interests are quite broad.

Diana then asked, "Do you know where Lucas is right now?"

Martha gently shook her head: "Lucas has always been very self-aware since he was a child. He has always been good at managing his time. We won't keep an eye on him all the time, and we certainly won't keep him confined to the farm."

However, the young people in town always seem to hang out at the Talon Club when they have free time, so you might want to try your luck there. Of course, if you happen to run into Clark there, you can ask him for help.

"Clark?"

"Our youngest son," said Ms. Martha.

"Thank you both very much."

Diana nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the town center.

As her figure disappeared around a corner, she immediately sped up, vanishing from the spot like a gust of wind.

Inside the Talon Club, warm yellow lights bathed the wooden bar counter.

The air was filled with soft, soothing country tunes.

Young men and women sat together in pairs, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Recently, Talon Club's business has been doing fairly well.

However, on another location on the same street as the club, a café called Beanery is under renovation.

Before Talon's renovation and reopening, Beanery was the only coffee shop in Smallville where young people gathered.

Clark, Pete, and Chloe were frequent visitors to this area.

However, after opening, Talon took away some of Beanery's business share.

The owner of Beanery Cafe is a middle-aged, mainstream white man from a small town, sporting a beer belly and a receding hairline, with the typical old-fashioned business style.

After losing some of its customers, the other party made a bold move and renovated the old coffee shop, secretly preparing to launch a price war to squeeze out the Talon Club.

After Lana learned about this, she made a special trip to see Lex.

A corner near the window.

Clark sat in a booth by the window, looking somewhat awkwardly at Lana, who was busy across from him.

After helping her tidy up the mess on the table, Clark said with a slightly serious expression, "Lana, there are some things I need to make clear to you."

"What's going on? It's not related to Lex again, is it?"

Lana turned her head and gave Clark a wry smile.

"Yes." Clark scratched his head. "Lana, you'd better stay away from Lex. He's been acting strangely lately."

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Lana sighed, her expression somewhat helpless: "Clark, why are you always so resistant to him? I remember your relationship was pretty good at the beginning, Lex helped you a lot—did something happen between you two?"

"I'm not targeting him for no reason." Clark shook his head. "Can't you see his controlling nature? He does everything with a purpose; his gentleness is just a disguise."

"Smolville's life is peaceful and stable, but Lex's world is full of scheming and ambition. Stepping into it will do you no good. I just don't want you to be blinded by him and end up getting hurt."

Lana sighed, "Clark, I know you're worried about me. But you get so tense every time you mention Lex, and honestly, it makes me feel tired."

"I admit that I've developed genuine feelings for you over this time, and I cherish our relationship. But love should never be a shackle that binds me. I have my own judgment and the freedom I want. I shouldn't have to avoid everyone I want to meet and everything I want to experience just because I like you."

"Lex is my friend, and being with him is my own choice. You always subconsciously dismiss my judgment, as if I can't tell good from bad people, and you have to make all the decisions for me. What I want is an equal relationship, not to be controlled and suspected all the time."

Lana softened her voice, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face: "I can run this club, and I can certainly distinguish between good and evil among those around me. Clark, can you try to trust me just this once?"

The atmosphere between the two reached a delicate stalemate, with neither able to persuade the other.

At the club entrance, Diana looked at the two people with a strange expression.

If she remembered correctly, the young man named Clark should be the youngest son the couple was talking about.

However, the other party's current situation doesn't seem to be going very well.

I'm having a fight with my girlfriend.

Thinking this, Diana pushed open the door and walked in.

With her tall and voluptuous figure and perfect, delicate features, she immediately attracted the attention of many young people in the small town as soon as she entered.

A few audacious individuals even whistled a few times.

Diana simply smiled, confident and composed, and glanced at the group of young people whistling.

A few seconds later, it was the young people who, with faces as red as ripe tomatoes, slunk away in defeat.

A strange light flashed in Lana's eyes. As a woman herself, she couldn't help but marvel at Wonder Woman's appearance.

Diana strolled across the scattered tables and chairs in the store, walked straight up to Clark, and said confidently, "You must be Clark?"

Lana immediately looked at Superman with a strange expression, her brows furrowed, her slightly scrutinizing gaze shifting back and forth between Clark and Diana.

"How do you recognize me? We've never met before," Clark said, puzzled.

"It was your parents who told me," Diana said calmly and naturally.

This only made Clark more puzzled. He straightened up and politely asked, "So, what brings you here?"

Diana's gaze was calm: "I came to ask you about Lucas's whereabouts. I came here specifically to find him."

Lana's gaze became even stranger.

Before she got together with Whitman and Clark, the boy she had always liked was Lucas.

He is energetic, aggressive, and a popular figure at school; no girl can resist a boy like that.

Unfortunately, the other party had no interest in her whatsoever, so she had to settle for second best and get together with Whitman.

After Whitman left the town to join the army, she could not bear the long-distance relationship that had lasted for years and the uncertain future.

At that moment, Clark entered her heart.

Although the other person was shy and reserved—far from her ideal partner.

But her unique strengths also continued to attract her.

Over time, she completely gave up any improper thoughts about Lucas.

"I'm sorry, I don't know either."

Clark scratched his head.

He had no idea where his older brother was; the other party had always been elusive and unpredictable.

Wonder Woman frowned almost imperceptibly.

The fact that the entire family had no idea where Lucas had gone is itself a significant and uncontrollable hidden danger.

She glanced around, her expression serious, and said, "Clark, I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately. If you don't mind, I'd like to find a quiet place."

"—" Clark glanced at Lana.

Although Lana was a little jealous, she still acted very generously: "Of course, you can go, Clark. Business is important. I can handle things here by myself."

"Okay." Clark nodded.

The two left Talon Cafe and came to a backstreet, to a quiet, deserted corner.

Wonder Woman spoke directly, her voice serious: "Clark, do you know your Lucas's true identity? I mean, do you really understand your big brother?"

Clark was completely bewildered, but he sensed something was amiss. "Excuse me, I don't know who you are."

Wonder Woman then took out her business card.

Clark glanced at it: "I don't know what my brother did wrong in Washington to make a historian come all this way."

Diana glanced at Clark, her expression scrutinizing: "You're not surprised Lucas went to Washington?"

Clark realized the flaw in his statement had been exposed and immediately shrugged: "Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Is that so?" Wonder Woman withdrew her gaze, her eyes darkening, and suddenly lunged forward, grabbing at Clark's collar—