Tearing Open His Clothes to Reveal the S Symbol on His Chest

In the luxurious private room, the chandelier on the ceiling had fallen onto the coffee table, and fruit platters and snacks were scattered all over the floor. With the help of the sunlight shining in from the window, the mess inside the room could be clearly seen.

Red liquid splattered everywhere, bloody handprints left despairing marks on the wallpaper, scattered corpses were piled in the corner, and gushing blood pooled on the floor tiles, staining half of the private room red.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields—it was a complete replica of a post-apocalyptic Slaughterhouse!

Jian Shaoxin waited in the lobby for a long time, but her target did not appear. Hearing the commotion in the private room, her curiosity led her to walk over and push open the door. She was shocked by the terrible scene in front of her.

Escape!

The thought had barely formed in her mind before she was blocked by the murderous Shen Menghan, who pressed a blood-stained hand firmly against her shoulder, making it extremely difficult for her to move.

"Team... team... Captain, when did you arrive?"

"Just arrived! Shaoxin, are you dressed so lightly to meet your boyfriend?" Shen Menghan pinched Jian Shaoxin's slapped face, glanced down at her deep cleavage and two dazzlingly white legs, and curled her lips into a bloodthirsty smirk.

Facing the brutal killing intent, Jian Shaoxin stammered incoherently, "No... no, I just wanted to... want to change my style of dress. That's it... Captain, believe me, I'm definitely not trying to seduce your boyfriend."

"Oh, I see!"

"Ha, Captain, give me another chance... Ahh, it's going to break, my hand is going to break—"

Click!

After a sharp crack, the screams stopped abruptly, Jian Shaoxin's head drooped limply.

The above description is exaggerated. In reality, there was no blood or corpses in the private room, only eight humanoid figures who had been hit on the back of the head with heavy objects and were slumped on the ground convulsing.

After defeating eight mischievous teammates, Shen Menghan picked up her phone to call Russell. She was relieved to have arrived in time and avoided being pranked by her teammates, but also somewhat disappointed that Russell was so late.

In the basement parking lot, Russell stood at the elevator entrance, watching the numbers drop. He was worried about how to deal with being so late when the system notification suddenly sounded.

[Bite]

[Attention, host, the ninth mission world is about to begin. Ten-minute countdown has started. Please prepare.]

Russell: "..."

Why so suddenly? There are people waiting for me upstairs.

"Since I'm already this late, it shouldn't matter if I'm a little later." Russell took out his phone, and just as he was about to dial a number, Supergirl called him.

"A small accident happened today..." X2

"You go first..." X2

"Okay, I'll go first..." x2

After a three-second pause, Shen Menghan cleared her throat and said apologetically, "My friends have all suffered from food poisoning. I have to take them to the hospital for emergency treatment now. I'm sorry, we can't have a gathering today."

"Mass food poisoning..." Russell's teeth ached at the terrible reason. He said speechlessly, "What kind of poison is so potent that it wiped them all out in one go? Besides, aren't your friends all Reincarnator?"

"I'm not entirely sure of the specifics either. It's probably because everyone's been having some trouble these past few days, and their physical condition has declined. Anyway, they've lost consciousness, I need to hurry." Shen Menghan awkwardly chatted for a few moments, then changed the subject. "I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing. Um... where are you now? I haven't seen you yet."

"I was just about to tell you, the traffic here is terrible..." Russell checked the time and realized he needed to find a quiet corner to start the mission quickly, lest someone see him disappear into thin air.

"Traffic jam!?" Shen Menghan breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously smiled, "Oh, it's just a traffic jam. That's great."

"Ah?"

"It's nothing, that's all for now. Those girls are badly poisoned; they'll most likely be paralyzed from the waist down and spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs. The gathering is postponed indefinitely. That's all, bye~~"

"Beep beep beep..."

Russell put down his phone with a black line on his forehead. Supergirl was acting strange today; he'd never seen her so impulsive before.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. Let's get back in the car and wait for the mission countdown."

Most people might suspect their girlfriend has been kidnapped by a spoiled brat, shoved into a car by his henchmen, and is talking to him with a gun to her head. But Russell wouldn't. After all, she's Supergirl; you'd have to hold a nuclear weapon to her head to make her obey.

Sizzle—

The screech of tires screeching against the ground filled the air as a white women's sports car pulled up opposite the elevator. The door opened, and a tall, beautiful figure rushed toward the elevator.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Russell turned around and bumped into her.

"Excuse me!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Both were in a hurry and didn't even look up. After a brief conversation, they left separately.

Duan Xinlan rushed into the elevator, glanced at Russell's departing figure, pressed the button for the 16th floor, and looked expectant. "I wonder if those guys have managed to win over the captain's boyfriend, how far they've progressed, and if they've recorded a video."

"The captain probably hasn't noticed yet. That makes sense, with my superb acting skills, how could she, a Superman with nothing but muscles, possibly..."

Suddenly, Duan Xinlan's smile froze, and the scene at the elevator entrance flashed through her mind. The bump just now felt very familiar. If she remembered correctly, the stranger's shoulder was exactly the same as the mysterious person she had fallen for Team Battle.

The elevator stopped on the 16th floor. Without thinking, Duan Xinlan immediately pressed the underground parking button, frantically scratching her head. "Damn it, I have to make it!"

"Such a good opportunity, and I didn't even look up. Fate arranged such a wonderful encounter, and I... What was I thinking!"

God showered good fortune upon her, but she alone held up her umbrella, letting happiness slip through her fingers. Duan Xinlan was on the verge of tears. She kicked away several unlucky souls who blocked the elevator, but when she reached the basement, the mysterious man was nowhere to be seen.

"Gone, just like that..." Duan Xinlan was devastated, a heavy atmosphere hanging over her. She turned and got into the elevator. "I was so stupid! Whether the captain's boyfriend was seduced or not, whether he's a good person or not, has nothing to do with me. My idol is gone!"

"What an unlucky day! You have no idea what stupid thing I just did..."

Duan Xinlan complained as she pushed open the door to the private room. Then, she saw her teammates piled up like a human pyramid, and Shen Menghan, who exuded a murderous aura.

"Excuse me, I've entered the wrong room."

"You've come to the right place, the execution is carried out here!"

"Ah..."

The door to the private room closed automatically, causing another flurry of activity, which ended with a crisp click.

Deuluth City!

Along the quiet long street, neat rows of green trees provide shade, and sunlight filters through, casting dappled shadows.

It was midday, the sun was high in the sky but there was no oppressive heat; an occasional breeze carried the pleasant scent of grass.

The road is lined with rows of detached villas, complete with garages, gardens, swimming pools, and meticulously maintained fountains, all indicating that this is an affluent area.

Russell opened the second-floor window and surveyed his new home. Though small, it had everything he needed. The system had really put in the effort; this house was nice, fitting his hidden identity as a wealthy and handsome man.

But...

"What world is this, and what is my identity?"

Russell picked up the newspaper to confirm the name of his city, but after racking his brains, he couldn't recall which movie featured Deuluth City.

"Ring ring! Ring ring~~"

Russell's phone suddenly rang. He looked up and saw the Electro's name, which made his heart skip a beat.

Clark Kent!

"Such a name, it immediately makes me think of alien invasion of Earth and meteorite impact..."

There are quite a few people named Clark, including one in King of Fighters, but his full Clark Kent, and he's a very famous character. Russell only knows one— Superman!

"Clark?" When the call connected, Russell didn't know what to say. What was his relationship with the other person?

Friends, enemies, and distant relatives—they can't all be superiors and subordinates!

"Boss, your car is fixed. Can you come and pick it up now, or do you want me to deliver it to your house?"

Russell: "..."

A deep and magnetic voice came from the phone, but the lines made it impossible to connect with the character. This guy was definitely not Superman; he must just have the same name.

"Boss, are you listening to me?"

Russell: "..."

Although 99% of the people on the other end of the phone aren't Superman, what was with that powerful, righteous male voice? It was definitely not an ordinary person; he could even picture a superhero holding up an airplane.

"BOSS!?"

"I'll go get it myself. Just tell me the location." The pressure made Russell hesitant to order the man named Clark Kent around, so he readily chose to do it himself.

"Address? The address is right here at your repair shop!"

"My repair shop... ah, yes, my repair shop, you're my... Repairman?" Russell raised an eyebrow and unconsciously raised his voice.

"Yes, you broke the headlight the day before yesterday and asked me to fix it."

"Stop talking nonsense and bring my car over right now." Russell rolled his eyes, said irritably, and hung up the phone.

What a terrible name! Is there anything worse?

Twenty minutes later, Russell saw his sports car and Clark Kent.

He was very familiar with sports cars, Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4 convertible, just like his previous one, even the paint color was the same passionate red.

But Clark Kent...

With short black hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a resolute face, his greasy Repairman's clothes are just a facade, unable to conceal his shining golden soul. It's quite possible that he'll tear open his clothes at any moment to reveal the S symbol on his chest.

[Bite!]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Clark Kent, triggering Lottery Draw and granting two chances to draw prizes. Would you like to draw now?]

"Draw it! Immediately! Right now!"

Not smoking is foolish!

[Skill Card: Car Repair (Replacing a windshield wiper shouldn't be a problem for you)]

[Item Card: Wrench (As a car mechanic, it's reasonable and logical for him to carry a wrench with him.)]

Russell: "..."

"Boss, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Damn it, why are you so late? I'm going to dock your pay!"