Only Suspended, Not Rewarded

In the end, Du Mu still turned Clark in.

Clark felt quite helpless about it, but Du Mu had helped him out so much that he could only let him call the police and report him.

While waiting for the police, Clark changed into his hometown's signature outfit: a dark blue skintight suit with the famous S-shaped emblem set into the chest, and a red cape hanging behind him. It was the classic Superman look.

Du Mu gave him a once-over, stroking his chin. "This outfit isn't fashionable enough. It's missing something important."

Clark asked doubtfully, "What is it missing?"

Du Mu pulled out a pair of red briefs, grinning brightly. "It would be even more perfect if you wore these red underwear on the outside."

Clark: "."

He decisively rejected the suggestion, declaring that fashion could be niche, but it could not be bizarre.

Du Mu immediately took offense.

In the comics, you clearly wore it like that—like you wanted everyone to know it was your zodiac year. Why was it suddenly unacceptable now?

As the two argued endlessly over aesthetics, the Metropolis police had already arrived at the scene.

They had come much faster than usual this time.

Dozens of police cars and armored patrol vehicles surrounded the entire church so tightly that not even water could pass through. Several armed helicopters circled overhead. It was as if they had deployed nearly the entire department's armed forces.

Anyone who did not know better might have thought the big-bearded man had come back to life.

The Metropolis Police Commissioner personally led the team, charging into the church with dozens of fully armed officers. Their gun barrels all pointed at the people inside.

Du Mu quickly stepped forward and spoke first. "Sir, I captured Kal-El."

The commissioner nodded. "Good work,