Clark had not wanted to rush things either, but he knew his immediate boss too well. Before he came back, the editor might have been able to hold back; if Clark came back and still did not work, he would definitely die horribly. The editor's patience would last until tomorrow morning at most. If he could not get the interview, he could basically say goodbye to journalism.
So even if Luthor Manor was a dragon's den and tiger's lair, he had to brave it. What he had not expected was that Luthor Manor really was a dragon's den and tiger's lair—but the most terrifying dragon was not Lex Luthor. It was the corpse of Farnsworth, the man he had come to interview.
Clark slipped into the banquet with ease. He had arrived at just the right time. Many cars were parked outside, and celebrities of every sort were entering in groups. The doormen and valets were too busy to handle it all, and no one had the time to check invitations.
Luckily, since it was his first day back at work, he had deliberately worn a formal suit. The camera bag looked a little odd, but he did not stand out in the crowd. He blended in without much trouble.
After entering the hall, Clark began searching for his target. Farnsworth was a middle-aged man around fifty, somewhat plump, balding, with a birthmark on his left hand. Those traits might not have been obvious enough for an ordinary person, but Superman had super vision. The birthmark alone made him easy to identify.
Clark looked around and quickly spotted Farnsworth in a corner of the ballroom, chatting with someone. He knew he could not just rush over. He was there for an interview, not a kidnapping. He needed to wait until