Lex Luthor was a bit dazed when he left Kent Farm.
He had received too much shocking information in a short period, and even with his extraordinary rationality, he couldn't remain completely unfazed.
Clark Kent's strength and stamina clearly exceeded human limits, and Eric Kent's strange and indescribable painting seemed to glimpse his own destiny.
A complex array of emotions swirled in his mind, making him feel exhausted.
He pulled his car over to the side of the road, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and lowered his head to take deep breaths, allowing rationality to regain control of his emotions.
He pulled out his phone, found the number labeled "Reporter K" in his contacts, and dialed it.
"Hey, Lex, I thought you had fled the hospital because you couldn't stand the nurses harassing you? After all, the Luthor Group's playboy reputation makes many women covet you."
Reporter K joked.
"I am a selfish person; I not only want to love exclusively but also to be loved exclusively, so ordinary women cannot catch my eye."
Lex got straight to the point: "I need you to help me investigate two people."
"So, the investigation into the Smallville High School dance is to be stopped?"
"No, I don't think that conflicts."
Lex's fingers tapped idly on the steering wheel, "Clark Kent and Eric Kent, students at Smallville High School. I need you to help me investigate some information about them."
After a moment of hesitation, he added, "Do it as discreetly as possible, without letting anyone find out. If there's any risk of exposure, abandon it, especially don't let the two of them notice."
Although he wouldn't admit it, Lex still couldn't completely prioritize profit and discard emotions like his father.
He was somewhat concerned, even afraid, of losing Clark's friendship.
After all, the other party had saved his life, even giving him a second chance at life.
"Understood, I'll get right on it."
Reporter K, the middle-aged man who had just been drinking coffee with him, replied.
"OK, I'll transfer the money to your account shortly, Chris."
After hanging up the phone, Lex lowered his head in thought for a while, then looked up, put his sunglasses back on, and drove away.
"Thanks from the Luthor Family?"
Jonathan had no interest in the check Lex left. "People from the Luthor Family will betray everyone they interact with. Dishonesty and ruthlessness are family traits etched into their bones."
"This is Lex's thanks to Clark, and Lex is Lex, the Luthor Family is the Luthor Family; you can't lump them together."
Martha said to her stubborn husband.
"I don't believe that someone with a terrible father can have a good personality. Generous? Or grateful? Sorry, I only see ill intentions!"
Jonathan had a very poor impression of the Luthor Family. "And Clark saved Lex in public. If he exposed his abilities and Lex found out, it's hard not to imagine the worst."
"Are you still going to blame Clark? Didn't you want to mend your relationship with Clark before? If you blame him again, you'll push him even further away."
Martha held her husband's hand and advised.
"I just..."
Jonathan's tone softened, and he said helplessly, "I'm just afraid that if those government agencies discover Clark, we'll lose him."
"If we can't give him trust, then we will lose him even without those people coming for him."
Martha said softly to her husband, "I'll talk to Clark and tell him to return the check. Tomorrow is Clark's first football game, and if you go, he'll be very happy."
Martha tried her best to reconcile her husband and eldest son's relationship.
"Hmm."
Jonathan nodded, "I'll go to the game tomorrow, but not to watch him, but to make sure he hasn't hurt anyone."
Martha didn't expose her husband's mixed feelings, a smile appearing on her lips as she squeezed his hand.
Meanwhile, Eric was talking with Clark in the Fortress of Solitude.
"Lex Luthor?"
Eric frowned after hearing his cheap older brother say the rescued person's name was "Lex Luthor."
This Superman's greatest arch-nemesis?
The smartest and most selfish guy who believed in human supremacy?
Why were the two of them already intertwined?
Many thoughts flashed through Eric's mind in an instant.
"Eric, you know Lex Luthor?"
Clark saw Eric's unusual expression and tentatively asked him.
"I've heard of him."
Eric walked to the edge of the barn, watching the gradually reddening sunset in the sky.
"Clark, you've read Nietzsche before, haven't you?"
"Huh?"
Clark was stunned by Eric's sudden question.
"I... I only read it when I was in an extracurricular group before. Chloe recommended it to me."
Clark felt that telling others he read Nietzsche sounded like showing off and "putting on airs," so he answered somewhat evasively.
"Nietzsche once described Superman: an extremely high will to power, a new moral concept, not to be evaluated by human morality, and not bound by existing notions. Clark, if you had to choose, would you choose to become this kind of Superman?"
"Me?"
Clark froze, thought for a few seconds, and then solemnly shook his head, "I wouldn't become that kind of person."
"If Lex Luthor were to choose, he would undoubtedly become the kind of Superman Nietzsche described."
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Clark didn't know if his younger brother was belittling Lex or praising him.
"Maybe, I think he's not a bad person, at least not like the rumors about the Luthor Family that Dad talks about."
Clark shrugged, stating his impression of this future destined rival.
"Whatever you say. Good luck with tomorrow's football game. Dad might go to school to watch you play."
Eric turned around and walked towards the wooden stairs, saying casually.
Watching his younger brother's back disappear into the secret base entrance, Clark rubbed his nose.
Dad would go watch his game?
How was that possible?
Hadn't he always opposed him joining the football team?
He didn't believe Eric's words. He shook his head, walked to the telescope, and wanted to observe Lana a mile away.
After his conflict with Eric in the gym, his vision had improved by leaps and bounds. Now his vision could penetrate objects, and he could even peek at Lana without a telescope.
Should he use his X-ray vision to look at Lana instead of the telescope?
Clark fell into wavering hesitation for a moment.