American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

When did this kid learn this aristocratic manner?

Am I some kind of king?!

But looking at Dio's straight back and shining eyes, Locke finally just rubbed his nose and let his son play the role of a little adult.

It's a rare act of filial piety, I won't say anything more about him this time.

“The presidential suite comes with exclusive butler service.”

Gray added as she swiped through the elevator sensor area, "A Michelin chef is on call 24 hours a day, and there's also a wine cellar."

"Ding~"

The elevator door opened, causing Gray to stop talking.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the metropolitan skyline is dazzling.

Dio's reflection was reflected in the glass, and on that little face that pretended to be mature, the pure amazement of a ten-year-old child finally emerged.

“The presidential suite is on the top floor.”

Gray covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled softly. "Boss specially asked to prepare this for you two. You can see the panoramic view of the city from here."

Nodding, the beautiful scenery made the knowledgeable Locke couldn't help but whistle.

"One more thing, Mr. Kent."

“These are VIP tickets to the Met’s annual tech show tomorrow.”

Gray took out the gold-stamped envelope from her briefcase. "Boss said."

"Cough cough~"

Imitating the boss's unique tone, she said in a deep voice:

"That guy Locke must be reluctant to take Dio to a nice place to play."

"Give him the ticket. Given how stingy he is, he'll definitely go to the free exhibition."

Chapter 46: Metropolis Part Two: Ouroboros

After a while.

The two of them saw Gray off.

Dio's true form was finally revealed. He leaped into the big bed that could accommodate five people.

"I'm really going to get high! Dad!"

The boy's muffled voice came from the pillow:

"Especially when I think about that big, stupid Clark who must be milking cows on the farm right now. Hahahaha!"

Clark, what happened to you?!

Glancing at Dio unhappily, Locke dialed his newly bought push-button phone:

"du~du~du~"

"Lionel, we agreed it was just an ordinary hotel in the city center. Isn't this enough to host the president today?"

"Locke?"

From the other end of the line came the crisp sound of wine glasses clinking together and the noise of a crowd.

Good brother seems to be at the party?

Anyway, Lionel's voice was filled with laughter:

"I remember someone saying that."

"The economy is bad this year, I really don't know what to give Dior as a birthday gift?"

“This gift is too expensive.”

"I understand." Interrupting Locke's words, Lionel laughed and said, "Anyway, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for me. You don't need to worry about it."

"Besides, I haven't thanked you yet for reminding me about the El Niño effect at the beginning of the year."

"How can this be the same thing?" Locke shook his head helplessly, his eyes fixed on Dio, who had walked to the mini bar at some point and was studying imported chocolates. The boy noticed his gaze and immediately pretended to study the ingredient list, but he couldn't hide the chocolate on the corner of his mouth. "I think you're spoiling Dio too much, aren't you?"

"So what?" Lionel snorted. "I like him a lot, and so does Lex."

"Consider it a birthday present from Lex and I to Dio."

"Who makes you mean Locke Kent?"

"Lionel, you..." Locke's face darkened, and he handed the phone to Dio unhappily: "Come, thank your Uncle Lionel."

After answering the phone, Dio cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Thank you for your arrangement, Mr. Luther."

"Just call me Uncle Lionel." The voice on the phone softened. "If you really want to thank me, then enjoy your vacation."

"Be good with your father."

"duo~"

hang up the phone.

Dio found that his father was looking at him with a complicated look.

The boy immediately became alert: "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Brat, remember, you are relying on your father for help." Locke said unhappily.

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Longtengxuan.

It is said to be the best Chinese restaurant in the metropolis.

A vermilion lantern hangs on the lintel, and two stone lions stand on both sides of the carved wooden door.

It's a world of difference compared to the last Chinese fast food restaurant I ate at in the suburbs.

Looking up at this building full of oriental charm, Dio's red eyes flickered with curiosity:

“Dad, are you sure this isn’t a museum?”

Locke smiled and pushed the door open: "Don't worry, this is definitely a place to eat."

As soon as I walked in, a waiter in cheongsam came up to me and handed me the English menu with a smile:

“Welcome to Dragon Palace, may I take your order?”

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"I've booked a box. I'm Locke Kent."

"Is that Mr. Locke Kent? I see"

"?"

After a moment's pause, the waiter smiled cordially:

"Well, Mr. Kent, your Chinese is very standard."

Dio's eyes widened, as if he was meeting his old father for the first time:

“Dad, when did you learn this?”

Locke shrugged. "I learned a little bit when I was a big shot in the metropolis."

Is it really fur?

Dio grumbled in his heart, but still quickly followed Locke into the box.

Then I heard

Locke took his seat, picked up the Chinese menu and began to order the dishes:

"Please give me Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs, Xiao Long Bao, Steamed Lamb, Steamed Deer Tail, Roast Duck, Roast Chicken, Roast Goose, Braised Pork, Braised Duck, Braised Chicken, Bacon, Songhua Tripe, Dry-fried Meat, Sausage, Assorted Su Pan, Smoked Chicken Tripe, Steamed Eight Treasure Pork, Glutinous Rice Stuffed Duck, Canned Pheasant, Canned Quail, Braised Assorted Vegetables, Braised Goose."

? !

Locke Kent, what are you mumbling about?

Is this your fur?!

Dio was stunned, but before he could ask any more questions, fragrant dishes were served one after another, blocking his mouth.

Bright red oil mapo tofu, golden and crispy sweet and sour spareribs, and crystal clear steamed dumplings.

Dio's nostrils twitched slightly, and his stomach growled uncontrollably.

"Eat."

Locke picked up the chopsticks and paused.

Dio was keenly aware of something strange and narrowed his eyes: "Dad, are you..."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs suddenly flew up from the air and landed steadily in Locke's bowl.

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Dio's mouth twitched: "You actually used the cafeteria's hot sauce to steal food?!"

Locke remained calm and said, "I just want to eat the spicy sauce in the cafeteria."

With an angry sneer, Dio summoned the world unwilling to be outdone.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two stand-ins clashed silently above the dining table, chopsticks and spoons flying in the air.

The dishes were dwindling at an alarming rate, with the food disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later.

Dio slumped in the chair, rubbing his round belly contentedly: "Dad"

"Um?"

"The cafeteria's spicy sauce is still more accurate."

"It's good to know."

"so."

“Can we come tomorrow?”

Smiling and ruffling his golden hair, Locke took a sip of tea slowly:

“It depends on your performance.”

Dio curled his lips and snorted in annoyance.

After a hearty meal, the father and son walked out of the restaurant, and the sunlight shone on the bustling Chinatown.

"Stinky boy." Locke stretched. "Where are we going next? The technology exhibition won't start until tomorrow, this afternoon."

"Dad, how's that store?"

"Ok?"

Following his finger, I saw the sign read:

Dad's Antique Shop.

? !

Locke was stunned.

Is that the antique shop I was thinking of? But this is a metropolitan area now, and that antique shop is in San Francisco.

"Row."

Locke couldn't help laughing at his own thoughts and nodded readily, "Then it's a good time to pick out another birthday present for you."

"boom"

Pushing open the old wooden door of the antique shop, the doorbell rang crisply.

The store was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood and old leather.

Shopkeeper——