CHAPTER 39

Jimmy complained, "Lois, when you say 'lucky,' are you referring to... him being dumped? And he couldn't even die when he wanted to? Oh, that sounds miserable."

Lois also realized there was a bit of a problem with her words. She explained:

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't talking about him being dumped... Okay, I won't mention it when I see him."

"What I meant to say just now was that Mr. Zguy Jordan was rescued at a high altitude. With my multiple experiences of jumping off buildings, he should definitely be able to describe in detail what the person who saved him looked like."

Hearing this, Clark Kent, who was driving, felt the corner of his mouth twitch. He thought to himself: You're also aware that you've jumped off buildings too many times? You're the only one who jumps off buildings just to see me!

Lois once again thanked Jimmy: "OK, I understand what you mean, thanks for the reminder, Jimmy."

"You're welcome! After all, offending the person you're interviewing is not a good idea."

The car twisted and turned, eventually arriving in front of Zguy Jordan's house.

At this time, a group of reporters had already surrounded the door, all waiting for Zguy Jordan to come out.

"Uh oh, so many people... Clark, let's go to the place of another lucky person!"

Jimmy didn't want to waste time here.

"Okay, let's go!"

Clark didn't hesitate either and drove off directly. He had just taken a look with his X-ray vision; there was no one in the house at all. Waiting outside would just be a waste of time.

After the car turned around, Clark asked:

"Lois, who's next?"

"Ms. Alice, uh, her... cat was saved by the 'Yellow Flash'."

Lois was somewhat puzzled. How did this person get mixed into the interview list?

Clark said with a smile:

"Okay, I understand. We're going to interview the cat!"

"Hey~!"

The car was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

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LexCorp Tower.

Lex Luthor was in his office, frowning as he looked at a blurry photograph on his computer, one he had just bought for thirty thousand dollars.

The picture had been taken by the camera attached to the speed radar on the bridge; the original image was, to put it mildly, very blurry.

However, after Lex Luthor's diligent restoration efforts, the photo had become largely clear.

At the very least, he could now make out what exactly was in it!

But it was precisely because he had figured out what it was that he found it somewhat unbelievable!

"Incredible, that super-fast thing is actually a yellow bird? This is fucking unscientific!"

Scratching his bald head, his shiny pate began to sweat profusely. The fingers of his left hand tapped continuously on the desktop.

This series of small actions already indicated that Lex Luthor had devised three bird-catching plans in his mind.

He was going to capture this unscientific bird! And study it thoroughly!

"Samantha, help me get in touch with Max Harvey. My Chief Technical Officer has a new job to do! Tell him to prepare the items from the last completed research project as well; they'll be needed this time!"

The mature and capable female secretary responded with a smile:

"Roger, boss. By the way, boss, ten minutes ago, Ms. Lena wanted to discuss a collaboration with you. She is currently waiting for you in the lobby."

Lena Luthor, Lex Luthor's younger sister, a half-sister, whom Luthor had found some time ago.

...Lex Luthor also found this sister rather troublesome.

Hmm... how should he evaluate her?

Unwilling to admit defeat!

Yes! Lena Luthor had no issue with Lex himself, but she had some opinions about Lex's achievements.

She always believed that anything Lex Luthor could do, she could do as well.

What could Lex Luthor do? Of course, he could only dote on her!

He couldn't possibly say to his sister with a villainous smile, "My foolish little sister, even Superman can't keep up with my genius. What do you have to compare with me? Jieh jieh jieh jieh..."

No, no, no, that was how one spoke to Superman. One couldn't speak to one's sister like that!

Lex Luthor stopped his internal monologue. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Samantha, tell her to come back tonight. I have things to do this afternoon. Oh, and pick out a gift for her on my behalf, to prevent her from throwing a tantrum tonight."

Samantha, with an understanding expression: "Okay, boss!"

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Inside the "Tomb of the Living Dead," Max was using magic to air-dry his clothes. The entire outfit was flying around in the air, quite freely.

In his own base, with the vast magic power supplied by the crystal dragon hearts, it was enough for Max to do whatever he pleased inside.

Whatever he wanted magic to do, he could do it, without worrying at all about the cost of spellcasting. The magic power absorbed by Shendu had nothing to do with him, Max.

At this moment, he was pondering a very serious matter.

"It was only after I fell into the water that I remembered, I seem to have been wearing this same outfit ever since I left Wayne Manor."

"Now I have to get naked to dry it. If it weren't for the fact that there's no one in the base right now, I definitely can't do this in the future. ...Why don't I make a set myself?"

Recalling the various cool and stylish outfits in his mind, he immediately shook his head in denial.

"No, I don't want to be a superhero; being too attention-grabbing is not good. If I create those kinds of stylish outfits from anime, I'll be seen as a cross-dresser!"

"In this world, cross-dressers are either superheroes or supervillains. If a normal person is a cross-dresser, they'll die a very unsightly death."

"I should keep a lower profile! Develop sneakily, don't act recklessly!"

He got up, stark naked, casually plucked a few large leaves, and using transformation magic, conjured a Ben 10 style tracksuit and put it on. From his treehouse, he took out that black card!

Then, he activated the dragon tooth pendant, teleporting himself back to the public restroom by the riverside.

He "whooshed" into existence suddenly, nearly scaring a young man who happened to be in the restroom looking at "study materials" into wetting his pants.

"Sorry, buddy, don't mind me. You continue! You continue!"

Max dashed out of the public restroom because if he didn't run, he was about to be attacked by the fecal projectiles from the guy behind him!

He proceeded with a low profile, jogging all the way, occasionally asking passersby where he could find a small shop that did custom clothing.

After an unknown number of detours, he finally found a rather quaint tailor shop in a commercial street next to a residential area. According to passersby, it was already a thirty-year-old establishment.

Ding-ling~

The crisp sound of a metal bell echoed in the room.

After Max opened the door and entered, he found that there weren't many people in the shop. He called out into the interior of the shop, "Hello, is anyone here?"

"Yes!"

The voice came from deep within the shop. After waiting for a few minutes, a tall, thin old man came running out from inside. He asked enthusiastically:

..."Welcome, sir. What would you like to customize? As long as it's clothing, our shop can make it."

"Can you make clothes like these? If possible, I'd like twenty sets!"

"What? Twenty sets!"

Shop owner Edward was startled. His shop usually only took orders for two or three pieces of clothing at a time. Such a large quantity this time, he needed to see if he could do it. If not, he should refuse sooner rather than later.

"Could you show me the clothes?"

"Hmm! Yes," Max took off his jacket and handed it to the shop owner.

Shop owner Edward dared to guarantee with his years of clothes-making experience that the material of these clothes was definitely not ordinary!

This fabric was smooth on one side and rough on the other. It looked like leather, but it felt like linen to the touch. But... the elasticity was wrong; linen wouldn't have such good elasticity. A new material?

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, we don't have this kind of fabric. However, we have other fabrics you can take a look at."

"Uh, no need to apologize, boss. I just want you to make hoodies in this style, not exactly the same! The material doesn't matter."

"Oh? You just want clothes in this style? The material doesn't matter?"

Edward Grant confirmed again. For a small shop like his, twenty pieces was a big order; he had to confirm clearly.

"Hmm..., the material should still be the best. The clothes must be durable."

"I often go on adventures in the wild, so boss, you understand! By the way, I'm not short on money!"

Hearing the first few requirements, shop owner Edward's brow furrowed deeply. But after Max finished his last sentence, his worried expression instantly bloomed into a wide smile.

"No problem! May I have your name, sir?"

"Max!"

"Okay, Mr. Max, please come this way. I'll take your measurements."

After the body measurements were recorded, Max took out a black card from his clothes pocket: "I'll pay by card!"

Upon seeing that card, shop owner Edward's expression suddenly became very dramatic.

'Fuck! You have this black card, why did you come to my small shop? Could it be that my rival sent you to mess with me! Impossible, that poor bastard couldn't possibly produce a black card!'

Shop owner Edward asked cautiously:

"Mr. Max, is this a black card? I don't understand, you have this card, yet you come to our place to customize clothes?"

Max roughly guessed his concerns and explained, "Don't misunderstand. I just arrived in Metropolis. I spent a long time looking around just now before I found your custom clothing shop."

"I asked all the way here, and passersby all pointed to your shop, which means the craftsmanship of this shop is indeed very good!"

This praise made shop owner Edward laugh heartily: "Hahahaha, thank you for your compliment!"

"So, are you in a hurry for your clothes? If you are in a hurry, we will deliver within a week. If you are not in a hurry, we will deliver within half a month!"

"Half a month will be fine; I'm not in a hurry. I'll come to pick them up in half a month!"

"Okay, please leave your phone number. We will contact you when they are ready!"

"Okay."

Max paid the deposit and left. As soon as he stepped out, he saw familiar faces.

It was Lois Lane and her group.

"Well, what a coincidence."

Why did Max recognize Lois Lane?

Hey, when he had transformed into the Yellow Bird, he had already read the latest newspapers in Metropolis. The woman occupying the front-page headlines was Lois Lane.

At this moment, they were asking the old lady at the flower shop about the process of the cat being rescued. However, the old lady's hearing seemed to be not very good, and it looked like their communication was very difficult.

Max walked forward normally, raised his watch, aimed it at Superman, and muttered in a low voice, "Trusty Omnitrix, do you see that guy? That alien's DNA is worth collecting!"

The Omnitrix showed no reaction.

Tap tap... Max lightly tapped his trusty Omnitrix. Still no reaction.

"No way, trusty Omnitrix, you don't even care for Superman's DNA? You may not care, but I do! Scan his DNA, let me transform and have some fun!"

The Omnitrix still showed no reaction... No, to be precise, it "beeped" once, but it was meaningless.

If the gene scanning function were activated, the Omnitrix dial should have turned yellow.

It seemed his original idea of collecting Superman's DNA had failed.

Max's original plan to collect Superman's DNA and then rely on the trusty Omnitrix's gene correction function to overcome the Kryptonite weakness had failed.

Of course, Max wasn't stupid enough not to set up soundproofing magic. If Superman had heard those words just now, it wouldn't have been good.