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Chapter 128 The Storm Is Coming (Bonus Chapter)

Louise knew about the trophy's secret, but she wouldn't reveal it to Luther.

So after getting the information she wanted, Louise nodded politely: "Thanks, Luther, you really helped me a lot this time."

"No need." Luther raised an eyebrow. "Just make sure that next time you write about Lexcorp, you can—"

Be realistic, Ryan.

Louise remained silent, only giving Luther a meaningful look that said, "You know what I'm going to say," before preparing to take her leave.

It was only when Luther turned around that he noticed there was someone else behind Louise.

Of course, it wasn't that Louise's size was enough to block the person, but rather that the person had hidden most of their body behind the door and hadn't uttered a single word the entire time.

So much so that Luther, whose attention was focused on Louise, unconsciously ignored her presence.

Although the other person had come with Louise, they didn't seem to care about their conversation. Their eyes wandered in mid-air, and their expression was indifferent, as if they were daydreaming.

"This is—" Luther frowned.

Although he was friendly towards Louise, it was only because he appreciated Louise Lane's professionalism.

Luther was actually quite indifferent to other strangers.

But the moment he saw the person's face clearly, Luther's expression subtly changed.

Wait, this person—

Langdon Parrels of the Parrels Group?! What's he doing here?

Although I heard a few days ago that he acquired the Daily Planet, how come he's all following Louise to Lexcorp without my knowledge?!

Luther was initially furious at the negligence of his employees, but then he realized that he himself hadn't noticed the chairman of the Parrels Group either, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Thinking about it carefully, Langdon Parrair's presence is inversely proportional to his reputation for social anxiety; he rarely attends events, so it's understandable that his appearance isn't widely recognized.

Thinking of this, Luther could only manage a polite smile: "Hmm? Isn't this Mr. Parrels from Gotham next door? Sorry, I didn't notice you just now—"

Upon hearing Luther's words, Langdon finally seemed to snap out of his daze, turned his head to the side, and then slowly straightened up, nodding at him: "Yes, hello."

Perhaps feeling that he hadn't said enough, Langdon hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter, "—Mr. Luther."

"Ahem, forgive me, Luther. That's just how Parrel talks, but he's not really being polite." Louise, worried that Luther's arrogant and slow-paced nature might make Langdon feel slighted, quickly put her arm around Langdon's shoulder to smooth things over.

Upon hearing this, Langdon widened his blue eyes even more to show his sincerity: "Hmm."

Luther: "————"

He forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

It doesn't matter if he doesn't talk much; as long as this person—or rather, Parrels Industries' technology—is useful to me, that's all that matters.

He is willing to be more patient with this.

To be honest, Luther was quite interested in many of Parrels Industries' emerging technologies.

His interests are wide-ranging, and his ideas are full of whimsy, some of which are even forward-looking and ahead of their time.

Of course, most importantly, he repeatedly sent people to try to infiltrate the Parelers Group and dig up intelligence on Parelers Industries' new products, but each time he only got one piece of information.

—That is, behind most of Parrels Industries’ innovative products, there is the presence of Langdon Parrels.

As the saying goes, even geniuses have flaws.

Given Langdon Parrels' abilities, his minor character flaws are not so unbearable.

Besides, this problem isn't actually that big.

Compared to Oliver Quinn, whom Luther had met before, or even Bruce Wayne, these rich kids only had the right to stand opposite him and be spoken to politely because of their privileged backgrounds.

But when talking to these fools whose minds seem to be filled with nothing but air, whose conversations revolve around nothing but the frivolous world, Luther often gets so angry that he's practically balding, yet he has no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it.

So in comparison, Langdon Parrels was just quiet, which made Luther extremely happy.

Being quiet is equivalent to being pragmatic, which is actually an advantage!

Luther successfully convinced himself.

Jaeger always felt that Luther's gaze was strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong with it.

But what attracted his attention even more was the text that flashed before his eyes after he briefly shook hands with Luther and then quickly parted:

[A new achievement has been unlocked!]

[Achievement Completed - "So when exactly is Superman getting out of Metropolis?"]

[Unlock condition: First encounter with "Lex Luthor"]

[PS: Chairman of Lex Luthor Corporation, daily check-in participant for the #SupermanGetOutOfMetropolis# tag, the famous bald guy in Metropolis whose IQ is very high but whose IQ always automatically drops to -100 and whose anger automatically increases to +100 when it comes to things related to Superman—Lex Luthor!]

And considering how much money Lex Luthor spent on Superman (although it was all to destroy Superman), if Superman started a livestream, this guy would definitely be a top spender.

So, is this what they mean by "so dark it turns into pink"?

Jaeger: "————"

What kind of fan is this? Is it a fan who wants to grind you to dust every day?

It must be tough for Superman to have such an opponent.

"It's a pity, I have other plans later and can't talk to you for a bit longer, Parrels." Luther's face showed a slightly regretful expression. "I hope we'll have the opportunity to work together in the future."

It has to be said, here comes the advantage of pretending to be socially awkward.

No matter what the other person says, Jaeger only needs to say "uh-huh," and the other person will feel that's enough. That's just how Langdon Parrels is; you can't ask for more.

After Jaeger and Louise said goodbye to Luther and left via the elevator as usual.

The smile on Luther's face, which was only there out of politeness, vanished instantly.

He walked to the door with a cold face and pressed a button on the wall.

Soon, a black-haired woman dressed in smart clothes silently approached Luther from behind: "Boss."

"Investigate the origin of this thing." Luther tossed the mechanical device behind him, which was caught steadily by the person behind him. "After you get the results, tell Louise Lane of the Daily Planet."

"Yes." The man didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Luther walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, looking down at the bustling metropolis below.

"The situation is getting chaotic, a storm is brewing," Luther whispered, then sneered, "—but what does that have to do with me?"