Chapter 74: Wayne Hospital in the Small Town
On his way home, David casually bought some tattoo ink at the supermarket.
As he passed a street corner, he caught a tossed-away plastic bottle and glanced in surprise at the town hospital on another street, which was presenting a brand new look.
Accompanied by construction noise, the town hospital was being renovated and refurbished by workers putting in overtime.
The entrance now sported a dazzling new golden sign: Wayne Enterprises - Smallville Hospital.
"Wayne Enterprises?"
Seeing the name where it shouldn't be, David's eyelids twitched.
Wayne Enterprises, a behemoth that had dominated Gotham for a hundred years, was making a strategic move into Metropolis, and had coincidentally chosen Smallville, an inconspicuous rural town?
He didn't think that was possible.
"Avery..."
When David and Clark went to Gotham, they had tried their best to conceal their identities, to avoid the Batman, who liked to scheme in his dark lair, from discovering them. They had focused on the town and the farm to minimize unnecessary trouble.
But unfortunately, this town had already produced a brainless fellow who, without hiding his identity, had caused a ruckus in Gotham.
"Bruce Wayne has likely followed Avery's trail and found the town."
"Given Batman's suspicious nature, he always likes to assume the worst..."
At the street corner, David stood still, expressionless, tossing the ink bottle in his hand.
The town, where strange events kept happening, had probably already attracted that bat's attention.
...
"David, you killed Whitney?"
After passing out and sleeping through the night, Clark woke up and didn't see his younger brother. When David returned, Clark immediately rushed to block him at the warehouse entrance and asked.
"That's just how I do things, Clark."
There was no ripple in David's eyes; he thought Clark should have gotten used to it by now.
"Don't forget who caused this to happen."
Clark's face, filled with anxious anger, froze. This incident had started because of him.
"Whitney probably just wanted to scare us, not actually hurt Mom and Dad."
He still didn't believe Whitney would actually kill someone. Initially, Whitney had clearly only intended to teach him a lesson, but he had lost his life because of it.
"I'm not like some bat, always on guard against everyone.
But I'm also not like you, always placing too much hope in others."
David ignored them and walked around Clark.
"Anything is possible for someone filled with jealousy and anger."
When it involved his parents, even the slightest possibility was something he had to cut off.
"David, didn't you say Mom and Dad took that metal and wouldn't die anymore?"
Watching his brother act as if nothing had happened, Clark lowered his voice. Their parents weren't in any danger, and his brother was too cold, unwilling to give Whitney a chance to live.
Crack!
David, who had been walking towards the house, stopped in his tracks. He turned his head, his icy gaze locking onto Clark.
"Clark, what do you mean by that?"
His voice was unhurried, carrying a hint of pressure, like a surging tide beneath a calm sea.
"I..."
Clark's expression changed, realizing he had spoken without thinking.
"I didn't mean it that way." He wanted to explain.
"I brought the Dionysus Factor back for Mom and Dad so they wouldn't have to worry about things like what happened recently happening to them again."
David walked two steps closer and poked Clark's chest forcefully.
"It wasn't so they wouldn't fear any injury or fright, to endlessly support your saintly compassion, Clark!"
His brother's barely concealed anger struck Clark's heart like a heavy blow. Seeing his brother go upstairs, he felt dejected and scratched his head in annoyance.
"Damn it, how could I say that just now."
At the entrance of the house, David glanced at Clark under the warehouse light with a frown and shook his head.
Although Clark was more mature than his peers, he occasionally acted like an impulsive eighteen-year-old high school student.
...
It was a bright and sunny morning.
Golden sunlight streamed into the ancient castle's windows.
Seated behind her desk, Agnes couldn't hide the smile on her lips as she admired her own peerless beauty in the mirror.
"My dear, your beauty would make Helen of Troy feel ashamed."
Lex Luthor stood by like a butler, praising her.
"If Paris, the hero of ancient Greece, had met you back then, he wouldn't have agonized over who to give the golden apple symbolizing the most beautiful goddess!"
"You always know what to say, Lex."
Agnes smiled faintly.
After the bodyguard she had chosen and charmed had made wishes for her and Lex, her appearance and figure were now like God's most outstanding work of art, every part exuding beauty. Her voice was like the song of a siren, clear and pleasant, with an enchanting allure that made one's heart tingle.
Lex had gotten the wish he desired, and now his mind felt like a new door had opened, like an inexhaustible spring. All sorts of scientific inspirations and inventions continuously popped into his head.
"It's just..."
Agnes paused, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.
"It's a shame he's bald."
His looks weren't handsome either, which greatly diminished the effectiveness of her sweet talk.
Even at this time in the morning, Lex standing by the window, his bald head gleaming too brightly, was distracting, making it hard for her to get lost in his affections.
"My charm can deceive others, but it can't force myself."
Her eyes burned with desire. Now that she had almost everything she wanted, she could start enjoying herself.
The first thing Agnes wanted to do was find two handsome men to serve her like a queen.
"Lex, you have the most brilliant mind in the world, but why didn't you wish to become the most handsome man in the world to accompany me?"
She looked at Lex with a slight frown, suggesting. He had given her the Wishing Stone, which led to all of this. And listening to him explain how the Wishing Stone worked, Lex was indeed clever and well-suited to be her strategist and butler, staying by her side.
"My dear Agnes, handsomeness and beauty are all defined by people."
Lex considered his appearance to be unimportant.
"It's difficult to determine who is the most handsome in everyone's eyes. And..."
Although charmed and her mind slightly hazy, his fundamental nature remained unchanged.
"The Wishing Stone seems to grant unlimited wishes. This is too good to be true; I find it hard to believe such good fortune. For now, one wish is enough."
"Whatever you say. It's time, I have to go to work."
Picking up the Wishing Stone and putting it into her bag, Agnes slowly stood up.
With god-like beauty and power, she was temporarily satisfied. Even with the Wishing Stone in hand, capable of granting all of humanity's wishes, she had no immediate interest in ruling the world.
"I'll think about it when I get tired of this small town."
Perhaps then she would wish to become a queen or something.
But for now, she was going to 'Small Town Garden' to pick out two young, handsome men to serve her as male attendants.
Agnes licked her lips, her body feeling a bit heated.
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