Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 153 Clark: Let me help you! (Affirmative statement)

"But don't worry," Clark looked up again, "I rarely dwell on this issue anymore."

"But sometimes I travel through the universe for various reasons, which has led me to encounter many beings facing the same predicament as me," Clark said. "So I thought, perhaps the Fortress of Solitude could provide a common place for us similar creatures."

Upon hearing this, Langdon didn't say anything, but silently patted Clark on the shoulder as a gesture of silent comfort.

Clark twitched his lips, trying to break the strangely heavy atmosphere with a joke: "By the way, Langdon, I haven't asked you yet, why did you suddenly start playing the role of a socially awkward person?"

"I remember you weren't like this five years ago on the Ocean Prayer."

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel that this social anxiety act, whether real or fake, has had some impact on Langdon.

For example, right now, the other person is clearly speaking less than before.

"No, what you're seeing now is actually the abnormal situation," Langdon replied sincerely. "My reputation has always been like this."

Clark was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Don't ask too many questions, small-town boy," Langdon said in a deep voice, mimicking Louise's tone. "You just need to know that I do have my reasons for doing this."

Clark's DNA as a writer suddenly stirred, and he couldn't help but start thinking divergently from Langdon's identity.

I thought about Gotham's terrible reputation, the power struggles within the corporation, and...

"Whatever you're imagining right now, please stop. I bet it's not what you think," Langdon said expressionlessly.

"Ahem." Clark coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Fortunately, Langdon changed the subject: "By the way, regarding the Lonely Fortress, the outside world probably doesn't know yet, right?"

"No, I haven't revealed that to anyone." Clark shook his head. "However, there was a time when Lonely Fortress was almost discovered by the military. After that, I activated the internal Kryptonian concealment technology to prevent Lonely Fortress from being accidentally discovered by the outside world."

"A wise choice." Langdon nodded. "If the outside world knew you had a comprehensive scientific and military fortress, a product of Kryptonian civilization, you definitely wouldn't be as comfortable as you are now."

"Actually, it wasn't very comfortable—" Clark said, embarrassed. "Not to mention the other villains, Lex Luthor alone was enough to give me a hard time."

"If you know anything about this, you'll know how passionate he must be about collecting kryptonite."

"Although I really want to complain, why would stones from Krypton become a deadly weapon against Kryptonians?" Langdon

He sighed, "But I've always wanted to ask, shouldn't you at least keep some things to yourself?"

"Just like that, you've exposed your weaknesses to the world, so everyone knows that a single kryptonite bullet could bring you down from the sky—"

Clark: "Well—"

He didn't know how to answer the first question either.

The next question—actually, Clark had given it a lot of thought when he brought it up.

I didn't just say it on a whim, really!

After all, Superman's abilities and existence are already ridiculously overpowered. If he didn't have a clear weakness, he would become a truly terrifying monster, and he would never be as widely accepted as he is now.

For most citizens of a metropolis, trust is a mutual process.

Superman's honesty, especially his proactive honesty about his fatal weaknesses, coupled with his friendly and approachable personality and down-to-earth actions, has prevented Lex Luthor's Superman threat theory from shaking Superman's position in Metropolis.

—This is also the main reason why Luther became increasingly angry and went bald, shouting about what kind of bewitching potion this despicable Kryptonian had given to the foolish citizens.

"Alright." Langdon nodded with a complicated expression, it was hard to tell what he had been thinking. "Getting back to the point, what exactly did you want to see me about?"

Upon hearing this, Clark's expression turned serious: "Actually, it's about the official superhero account you mentioned before."

"Landon, I know you mean well, but do you really understand what you'll be facing once superheroes actually start showing up on your platform?"

"Even if most people don't pay attention to you behind the scenes, those who are interested will definitely notice it, like Luther."

"They will go to great lengths to attack your platform, and even attack you, in order to get information about superheroes."

"Leaving aside information security—after all, the Parrels Group's strength is undeniable—but what about yourself, Langdon? You've put your life in a very dangerous position!"

Clark emphasized his point, trying to make Langdon realize the importance of this.

Langdon looked back at Clark earnestly: "I know, of course I know, Clark."

"You know? But what's your backup plan? The poison mist, that alien creature on you?" Clark asked worriedly. "It's definitely not without its weaknesses, Langdon."

The Poison Mist, nestled against Langdon and eavesdropping silently, thought: "————"

Even though I know the other person cares about Langdon, I'm inexplicably angry.

What's even more infuriating is that it does have weaknesses —

Clark, oblivious to the fact that one of the symbiotes had been hurt by his words, continued earnestly, "As for your block abilities, things might go wrong in an emergency—"

"You can clash with villains countless times, but one mistake and you're dead, Langdon."

"And I don't want to just watch my friend end up in that situation," Clark took a deep breath, "even if it's your own choice."

"————" Langdon didn't answer Clark's question directly. Instead, he thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and said, "So, what exactly are you trying to say, Clark?"

"I want to say," Clark's eyes were so determined at this moment that he could practically join the party, "Let me help you, Langdon."

"Regarding the official superhero account, you don't have to bear all the risks alone."

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