What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Kassel hesitated, then forced a smile as he saw the strange-looking flight attendant off. Afterward, the well-known American writer suddenly pressed himself against the window, practically wanting to stick his entire face out.

"I knew 'Back to the Future' was too conservative!" After the initial shock, Cassel was also extremely excited and hurriedly pulled out his phone.

Because of his carelessness, he almost dropped his phone. After struggling with it for a while, he finally managed to grab it with a sigh of relief.

He was about to praise himself a bit, but then Kassel remembered why he had taken out his phone. He suddenly turned around, leaned against the window, and held up his phone.

This is an attempt to take a picture.

however.

He then noticed that the incredibly young passenger in the driverless car seemed to have spotted him, and the car accelerated to overtake the plane traveling alongside it.

"No!! Fly back! Fly back now!"

Kassel's face was practically pressed against the glass. Failing to capture this supernatural experience on film would become his excuse for delaying the update, and he might not be able to sleep well for a week.

"Tell the captain to speed up!"

Always prone to bizarre and outlandish ideas, Kassel pressed the call button. In his haste, he no longer worried about being seen as mentally unstable and began to describe his experiences to the flight attendant without any hesitation. The flight attendant simply smiled and handed him a glass of red wine: "Sir, long-haul flights can indeed cause hallucinations."

"There are no flying cars in the sky above Metropolis, only flying Superman and the villains he chases—that's common sense." The flight attendant's words left Cassel speechless.

"Is that so...? Is this common sense?"

New Yorker Cassel doesn't really know much about the local customs and culture of the metropolis.

"Yes, perhaps you can visit the [Superhero Popularity Center] website to read the detailed analysis on this topic by the forum expert [I'm Really Not Batman]."

"Oh, and the article by the 'Superman Must Die' expert is also quite good. The skies of Metropolis belong to Superman, and he won't allow anyone other than himself and his little brats to set foot there—I'm quoting his exact words. Actually, I love Superman." The pretty flight attendant was clearly a seasoned superhero fan.

Superman has children?

Kassel looked somewhat surprised.

"Forum big shots, those keyboard warriors, they're not always right. Most people still think Superman can't find a spouse unless that spouse is Superwoman."

The beautiful flight attendant continued to smile.

"Makes sense."

Kassel nodded thoughtfully.

The flight attendant he called back clearly recognized him.

"Mr. Kassel, I remember your new book is about to be released, isn't it? How come you still have time to travel to the Metropolitan Museum of Art?" The pretty flight attendant probably also enjoys reading the author's books.

"Forehead……"

Upon hearing this, Cassel's expression stiffened slightly. Unwilling to reveal the fact that his new book had only been created in one folder, he immediately put his talent to use.

"I actually finished writing the new book a long time ago, so I wanted to go out for a walk to clear my head and change my mood." Perhaps, being able to lie with a clear conscience is a required course for every writer.

Kassel's smiling expression showed no sign of guilt.

"So that's it."

The pretty flight attendant had no suspicions.

"Then I hope you have a pleasant time at the Metropolitan."

She offered her blessings.

Seeing this, Kassel secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time revealed why he chose to travel to the Metropolitan Area: "I believe my trip will be very enjoyable."

“Because I’m not just traveling, I’m also trying to solve an interesting puzzle.” As he spoke, Kassel lifted his coat, revealing a letter hidden inside his suit jacket.

"A mysterious detective from the Mystery Society seems to know that I'm investigating a book that stole my publicity resources, so he gave me a picture of the city of Metropolis."

Kassel put the envelope back into his clothes.

"Is that so? What do you want from me?"

The pretty flight attendant looked surprised.

“That’s right, it’s quite interesting, isn’t it? I think it’s a commission, and the mysterious detective wants me to know it’s a commission.”

"Perhaps he needs me to find someone in the metropolis, someone who must be the one who stole my new book's promotional resources." Cassel, speaking with certainty, was still pondering why the mysterious detective wanted him to do this.

Beat the other person up?

Or is there some other reason?

"They can't expect me to teach this well-connected person with powerful connections how to write a book, can they?" Kassel was caught in a mental storm that could erupt at any moment.

Seeing this, the flight attendant didn't want to disturb her.

“If you need some other ideas or inspiration, I think I’ll be free after get off work tonight,” the flight attendant said, handing her phone number to Cassel.

She wasn't really bored to have chatted with Kassel for so long.

Kassel is a well-known multi-millionaire.

He's also handsome.

Which flight attendant wouldn't enjoy having some stories with someone like that?

“Oh, is that so? I suppose I’ll need some inspiration too.” Cassel’s thoughts were interrupted, and he quickly gave the pretty flight attendant a definite answer with a smile and gentlemanly manner.

Such things happen frequently. Kassel certainly knows what the other party wants—a few babies, or luxury goods and sports cars. He can afford anything except the former. Everyone gets what they need, and that's true happiness.

"See you."

The pretty flight attendant left with an overly affected and pretentious demeanor.

Kassel only looked away after a long while.

"That car! Where can I buy that car?!" The writer's thoughts were indeed jumping around. Despite a series of interruptions, he still couldn't get the flying car he had seen out of his mind.

Kassel pressed his face against the window and looked out.

just.

The flying hellcat has disappeared from sight.

"Did the kids inside discover that I was trying to take pictures?" Cassell was unwilling to give up and couldn't help but suspect that the passengers of the Hellcat had superpowers and could sense the gaze of others.

however.

Is this really the case?

"Damn it! Boeing! What bad luck!" Ian hadn't actually sensed anything; he had just accidentally caught a glimpse of the large aircraft's production markings and had made the Hellcat accelerate wildly as an emergency safety measure.

"Stay away from planes like that in the future, lest you get scammed... They can crash without warning." Ian shared his life experience with the young driver.

"dududu~"

The car responded with its horn.

"Ian! Close your window! My Dior sunglasses are going to fly off..." Madison's long hair was flying wildly like a ghost because of the car's sudden acceleration.

"It has already flown away."

Madison couldn't hold onto his sunglasses.

"It's okay, I'll go to a magical place tonight and bring you a new one."

Ian is a very frugal person.

He can take as many luxury items as he wants in the Marvel universe without paying.

"I don't use pirated goods."

Madison's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Plagiarism? Ian, I don't have time to look for pirated goods! Do you know how valuable my time is?" Ian immediately revealed his stingy nature.

"Oh, I see. I knew Superman had to take something with him when he was doing good deeds... otherwise he wouldn't have money to eat when he got home after all that time he was out there upholding justice!"

Madison's imagination is always so unique.

"Give me a little more. It's only fair that you take what Blackie stole. I'll pay for it." She took out her wallet, only to find that there were only a few coins left.

then.

This girl, whose moral standards were perhaps even lower than Ian's, hurriedly began to defend her financial situation.

“I have four thousand five hundred dollars in my bedside table, which was originally intended as travel money for my vacation next week.” Madison has always been most afraid of people thinking she is a poor woman.

but.

Ian certainly wouldn't look down on his deskmate—four thousand, five thousand, six thousand—it didn't matter; to Ian, whose account was overflowing with donations, they were all penniless. Of course, every little bit helps, and while Ian considered himself uninterested in money, he still wouldn't let such a chance to make money slip by.

Capitalists are all meticulous and calculating.

Ian simply kept that in mind.

"Give me the money on Monday, and I'll bring you the goods. Then, don't go out on Saturday and Sunday. I'll tell everyone you meet that you went to the Hamptons for a trip."

Ian not only achieves a win-win situation for himself, but he can also advise others to achieve a win-win life as well. Upon hearing this, Madison was only stunned for five seconds.

"good idea!"

She clapped her hands, happily finalizing the plan. Madison had her own way of thinking; others could tell if luxury goods were fake, but who could expose the counterfeits in the Hamptons if she didn't go?

It's such a great value for money!

Madison Girls feel their way of thinking and their vision have broadened. This is how "green tea girls" grow up. On the road of life, they will always encounter people who make them more "green tea-like".

"Okay, I'll take you home first, then I have some important business to attend to."

Ian likes to hang out with people like Madison. Most people can't understand his intelligence and are unwilling to admit it, but his good deskmate knows exactly how smart he is.

"Wow~ The car is speeding up again!"

Madison had already gotten used to the speed, but after Ian finished speaking, the car under him accelerated again, and the surrounding clouds seemed to be rushing past.

"Driving this fast, if we roll over, the airbags probably won't be able to save us, right?" She actually had such concerns, which just goes to show that she scored a little too high in her science and natural science courses.

"Don't panic, we'll be home soon."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, the Hellcat began to descend rapidly from the clouds. Madison, whose lips were trembling, finally saw the luxurious community where he lived.

"There! There!"

Madison raised his finger, attempting to navigate.

“I remember where your house is, you don’t need to give me directions.” Ian pulled the girl, who was clinging to the window and almost fell, back into the relatively safe car.