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Chapter 111 Clark: Is that right?

Chapter 112 Clark: Is that right?

Clark Kent, Daily Planet reporter, AKA Metropolis's rising star, Superman Kal-El —

I've had a bad feeling these past few days.

But since he doesn't have any kind of super premonition, this premonition is just a premonition.

In addition, in the past few days, Perry White, the editor-in-chief of Planet Daily, who has always had a fiery temper, seems to have taken some kind of medicine.

As a result, his temper became increasingly volatile, and as the editor-in-chief, he took the lead in working overtime, which led to all the employees of Planet Daily on the same floor working overtime as him, making his colleagues suffer.

Even Clark was stuffed with several reporting assignments that required him to cover, not only requiring him to travel extensively but also facing the unfortunate situation of having his press releases, written just before the deadline, ruthlessly rejected by Perry.

As it turns out, even if you have a super brain, you'll still experience writer's block when you're rushing to meet a deadline.

Moreover, compared to his colleagues in the same situation, Clark also had to risk being discovered by Perry and then getting a scolding from time to time to run to the bathroom, disguise himself as Superman, and go outside to save people.

As a result, over the past few days, even Superman, Clark has had to yell, "Run! This is hell!"

Clark, who was extremely busy, naturally had no time to pay attention to the acquisition rumors that his colleagues were discussing recently.

It seems like he's either focused on writing or on saving lives.

The consequence of being overly absorbed in these two matters was that when Perry suddenly walked out of his office to announce that the new owner of the Daily Planet was coming to inspect the place, and everyone was quick to cheer him on—

Clark was puzzled.

New boss? When did that happen?

It's clear that Clark, as a journalist, has been incredibly busy these past few days.

Meanwhile, sitting next to Clark was a fellow sufferer, photographer Jimmy Olsen, a young man with slightly curly red hair and freckles on his face, who had also been forced to work overtime with him these past few days.

Seeing Clark's bewildered expression, he immediately moved closer.

"I bet you've been fuming with Perry these past few days, that's why you don't know about this," Jimmy said in a low voice. "Recently, that Parrels Corporation in Gotham suddenly acquired the Daily Planet, and I wonder why—"

"Parells Group—" Clark felt that the name sounded strangely familiar.

Fortunately, although Clark was overwhelmed with work, his super brain was still working, and he instantly retrieved the relevant information from his memory.

It's a conglomerate in Gotham, a new industrial group, but its business scope is very broad, including the recently popular social media platform.

The surname "Parells" reminded Clark of an old acquaintance.

The Langdon who fought bugs with the Sea Prayer back then, who seemed to have many secrets and was accompanied by a strange alien creature, also had the surname Parrels.

Thinking back now, the events of five years ago still seem vivid in my mind—

It's unclear whether Langdon has any connection with the Parrels Group.

Clark, who was inexplicably lost in thought, picked up his coffee cup and waited with amusement to see what their new boss would be like.

Then he heard Perry say in his very distinctive gruff voice, "Alright, this is Langdon Parrels, let's give him a round of applause."

Clark: ?

He loosened his grip, and the coffee cup fell straight down, nearly causing him to fall to the ground and die a heroic death.

Fortunately, the super speed kicked in, and Clark narrowly managed to save his coffee cup before it shattered.

Then he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, looked up in shock, and stared at the front of the office.

There stood a young man who had been gone for five years, but seemed no different from the one he had been back then.

Despite being the chairman, Langdon Parrels's black hair, streaked with a few white strands, remained as messy as ever, giving him an inexplicably unkempt appearance—perhaps because he rarely appeared in public, so he didn't bother with image management at all.

He was now surveying his surroundings with a pair of listless blue eyes, and chose to remain silent.

He looked like a wilted eggplant, completely listless.

This made Clark, who had finally recovered from the shock of "my former comrades on the ship are now my leaders," raise his eyebrows in confusion.

Hmm? Was Langdon originally like this?

Back on the ship, this guy had this inexplicable aura of a troublemaker, always doing things with a self-righteous air that made people inexplicably feel like they had a heart attack.

How come you've suddenly become so withdrawn after five years?

Clark's journalistic instincts suddenly kicked in, making his expression instantly serious.

Could it be that Langdon experienced some major upheaval after that, which suddenly turned him into the way he is now?

What kind of blow would it take to completely reverse a person's personality?

Jimmy, noticing Clark's change in expression, suddenly became curious and asked, "Clark, you seem to know this Langdon Parrels?"

"Hmm." Clark wasn't in the mood for small talk; instead, he was thinking—should he find some time to ask Langdon what had happened to him?

If there's anything I can do to help—

"have not seen you for a long time."

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out next to Clark and Jimmy.

Clark glanced over instinctively and found that Langdon had somehow appeared next to his and Jimmy's desk, peering at them with a sidelong glance.

"H-long time no see?" Jimmy asked, his gaze shifting between Clark and Langdon with a puzzled look.

"Long time no see," Clark said, looking at Langdon with mixed feelings.

Sure enough, something must have gone wrong.

Upon hearing the answer, Langdon didn't say much, simply nodded, and turned to leave the area.

Because Morgan Edge was waiting for him outside, Langdon Parrels really just came to browse the political section and left quickly.

There were neither the usual inaugural speeches of new and old bosses nor any exciting pronouncements about the future direction.

It was as if he hadn't painstakingly acquired the Daily Planet, but rather picked it up from the riverbank—

I feel inexplicably sad.

Despite the heartache, the office, which had been eerily quiet, suddenly came alive once the new boss left.

Especially on Clark's side, as soon as Langdon Parrels left, his colleagues with their keen news sense gathered around: "Who knew, small-town boy, you actually know that socially awkward chairman?"

"A socially anxious chairman?!" Clark's eyes widened behind his glasses.

Are you sure the Langdon Parrels you're talking about is the same person I met on the cruise ship back then?

Surely Langdon Parrels couldn't have been possessed by some strange thing, could he?

Otherwise, how could her appearance have changed so drastically?