Chapter 48: Father! I Almost Didn’t Recognize You!
Yellow sand swirled into a vortex under Clark’s feet, scorched earth steaming up dark red mist—the originally strongly industrialized dining room presented a scene like otherworld under the distortion of light and shadow.
Clark was wearing the classic battle robe.
He just looked at his own little son with deep eyes.
“……”
Ian generally wouldn’t panic.
Facing parents was an exception.
And by a strange coincidence, he was now being stared at by his old father with serious eyes. Of course, the good news was that Ian didn’t have to worry at all about being attacked by the heat ray in Superman’s eyes.
This was much better than the treatment most villains got. However, the bad news was that even though Ian could now come clean, he still couldn’t explain why he was using Kara as a hammer.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Ian instinctively wanted to hide his cousin aunt behind his back, but the cousin aunt was too long, and his not-so-broad back couldn’t hide her at all.
Actually, even if he could hide her, it wouldn’t mean anything.
Just a conditioned reflex.
“Superman! You’re late! As a member of the public, I’m the one who needs an explanation.” Ian thought of the news he saw last night and cleverly chose a preemptive strategy.
He pretended to be an ordinary member of the public who couldn’t even tell if Superman was handsome. This was a very reasonable disguise, and Ian felt he was also respecting the traditions of the DC universe.
However.
It might not be that effective on Ian.
“？？？？？”
Veins visibly bulged on Clark’s forehead, his fists clenched tightly. Clearly, if not for his habit of not hitting children, Ian would have seen the Coach belt he had hidden right now.
“Ian, this isn’t funny.”
Superman gritted his teeth, his voice low and magnetic.
“Hiss, Superman actually knows my name… tsk tsk, I knew there must be some copper refiners hidden among the superheroes…” Ian’s performance, inherited from his deskmate, obviously wasn’t enough to pass as real.
He saw his old father’s face growing increasingly ashen.
“Uh, I knew Madison’s《 Madison’s Performance Law》 wasn’t reliable!”
Ian was startled and didn’t dare continue tarnishing his old father’s image. After swallowing hard, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed behind Clark.
“Look! That Titan giant is getting up again!” Ian let out an exclamation. It wasn’t a flying saucer ploy, but he really saw a scene that could divert attention.
A colossal figure that blotted out the sky slowly stood up, matching Sargeras’s appearance in Ian’s memory. His expression was angry, his size somewhat reduced but still emanating suffocating pressure.
“Rumble!”
The Titan’s terrifying fist smashed fiercely at the culprit who had flipped him over.
He was sneaking an attack.
Without even stirring any wind.
However.
“Bang!”
Clark wasn’t surprised at all by Ian’s reminder.
He didn’t even turn his head, just extended one hand backward, and the otherworld ancient Titan’s fist, larger than a truck, was steadily fixed in midair by him.
The visual impact was extremely intense.
“Mortal!”
The Titan roared in wrath.
He found himself seemingly unable to move.
Clark completely ignored the struggling behind him, his gaze always fixed on his little son, making Ian, who was already feeling a bit guilty, have a numb scalp.
“As expected of Superman! Looks like I don’t need to be here anymore…” Ian’s head, covered in stockings, wore a forced smile, then he silently put the Kara in his hand on the ground.
Just like placing a sculpture.
He even patted the dirty things off Kara’s body—all evidence of his “crime” of using Kara as a hammer and swinging her around everywhere, now quietly cleaned up by him.
What do you call this?
It’s called dead men tell no tales!
Ian was already planning his escape route.
“Ian, I’m your father, Clark Kent.” Superman had never felt so speechless in his life; his voice now was almost as low as Batman’s tone.
Perhaps to vent his inner dissatisfaction, Clark turned around, floated in midair, and hammered the Titan behind him a few times, directly smashing the Titan into the mountain peak of the earth’s veins.
Gravel flew, the scene looking very much like a domestic violence site, so much so that Ian, who had planned to curse out loud, only dared to speak softly after gently brushing the gravel off his face.
“What a bad Superman! Pretending to be my kind father!” Ian looked around for a moment but couldn’t find any direction to flee in this “real illusion.”
Everywhere was scorched earth and lava.
No place at all for a tactical retreat.
Actually, he did have an idea.
As long as he could run away.
Then he could definitely fabricate a perfect story about a “shapeshifter” impersonating him. Don’t underestimate a writer’s strength; Ian felt he could definitely concoct a wonderful and believable plot.
“Stop playing dumb! Ian!” Superman walked out from the dust, his eyes still glowing with residual red light, making him look full of killing intent.
Ian couldn’t help but shrink his neck.
“Glasses… Clark… put on your glasses…” Perhaps because the cook had already perished, Kara was slowly waking up, shaking her head as she reminded Clark.
Supergirl felt she already understood some of her nephew’s tricks.
She still remembered what had just happened.
So.
She gave Ian her “affection.”
“！！！！”
Ian felt betrayed.
Evil cousin aunt!
He saw Superman somewhat confusedly take out his glasses and put them on his face—this really left no room to play dumb, so Ian hurriedly slapped his head in “sudden realization.”
“Oh! My goodness! My dad is actually Superman! I couldn’t recognize him without glasses! This is truly amazing!” Ian backed up a few steps and took a deep breath.
“I have to tell Jonathan and Jordan this good news!”
He changed his strategy.
Activated threat mode.
His old father really didn’t want the children to discover this secret. Ian knew this clearly because he was a fake prophet who had a firm grasp on his old father’s personality.
“……”
Superman’s temples were throbbing.
“You’d better think about how to explain to your mother why you didn’t come home on time again today!” Clark gritted his teeth, turned his head, and unleashed heat rays crazily at the Titan giant behind him.
Wrath transferred.
Superman also knew emotional management.
But the huge Titan roaring nonstop under the heat rays was definitely suffering.
“Insignificant mortal! You cannot stop our rebirth! You will eventually become one of us!” The Titan’s roar echoed through the sky, but his threat had no effect.
Superman’s heat rays looked even more ferocious.
