Superman, the Bald Head, and the Little Bug! (...)

When Superman Clark finished changing clothes in the dessert shop's bathroom and finally flew out through the window fitted with burglar bars, a gruesome family tragedy was unfolding in the conference room atop the building where they had discovered the anomaly, in Fawcett City in the Midwestern United States.

Apparently...

It was about an unappreciated illegitimate son, or perhaps a bastard child, or maybe a younger brother disliked by his father and elder brother. In any case, after gaining power, he had no intention of repaying his parents and family for their kindness. Instead, he felt the whole world owed him something, so he had rushed back to throw his weight around, humiliate everyone, and even seek revenge.

In short, it was an incredibly clichéd affair—so clichéd it could not possibly be more clichéd!

In the eyes of a troublesome little girl watching while eating ice cream, people like that had already suffered a mental distortion, their brains becoming abnormal... Put simply, such behavior was probably a twisted humanity and a collapse of morality.

"Heh heh heh..."

"My dear brother, how does it feel? Were you surprised?"

"Look, I've come back here again today, but certainly not in the humble, servile state you saw before... No, no, don't rush, and don't look at me with those disgusting eyes... Did you really still naively think that I came here today merely to seize the family fortune and take control of that useless 'Sivana Industries' of yours?"

A tall, thin, middle-aged man with a shiny bald head and a strange blue stone eye set in his right socket wore an evil grin as he leaned toward a tall, fair, clean-cut blond man with a heroic air who was currently looking terrified.

Clearly, the other man was the bald man's brother, and everyone