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He pulled an email out from under his butt.
“Someone sent you a letter, I think it’s a love letter… because there’s no return address and no signature. I’ve received them before.” Jordan’s final emphasis seemed a little deliberate.
"A green envelope, how could it be a love letter?"
Ian rolled his eyes.
He took the email and opened it out of curiosity. Inside was indeed a thin letter and a piece of paper. It was a check, with a full seven zeros on it!
"mischief?"
Nobody would believe this was a real check.
Ian looked at the letter with surprise—the contents were expressed in a very gentlemanly and courteous manner. However, Ian was still completely bewildered after reading it.
To Mr. Ian Kent:
I hope you are doing well when this letter reaches you!
I write this letter with great trepidation because after reading your work, I am filled with overwhelming love and admiration, and I earnestly wish to express my heartfelt praise for this book. Please allow me to express my sincerest respect and appreciation for your outstanding work, *Batman's Tragic Love Story*.
Your artistic talent is truly admirable.
The portrayal of the characters' psychology is absolutely exquisite.
When Batman trembled as he said, "How could I be your half-brother?", I was deeply shocked! What a brilliant concept! What a dramatic twist!
To support your creation, please accept my donation and my expectation for the next chapter of the story. I want to see the latest plot update within three days.
please.
Please satisfy your most loyal reader on Earth.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself.
[A handwritten message from your Joker, expressing your admiration.]
Chapter 74 Am I still a normal person?
The letter was written with great seriousness.
The content was also very polite and gentlemanly.
The signature of the final letter was a little provocative. Of course, for Ian, gaining the approval of the real-life inspiration for the character was undoubtedly a recognition and testament to his extraordinary talent.
Other people have girlfriends who are like landmines.
He has fans who like landmines.
It's all something to be happy about. If Ian can actually withdraw ten million dollars from his check tomorrow, he'll force himself to believe he's just met a fan with the same name.
everything is fine.
No need for Batman to intervene.
"I told you I'm not one to tattle." Seeing that someone finally appreciated his work, Ian decided to keep the letter safe in his bag.
When he has time to travel to Gotham in the future, this will be his best passport in Gotham. Seeing Ian's happy face, Jordan couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity.
Ian blocked the letter in his hand.
He knew who the real tattletale was in the family. Wary of his second brother, Ian opened his backpack and stuffed in the donations from enthusiastic fans along with the letters.
“I think it’s a letter from the girl you like!” Jordan craned his neck, trying to catch some details, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the bloodstained bull’s head in Ian’s backpack.
"Wow, this figure is so realistic. It even moves? Is it an electric one?" Jordan exclaimed in approval, also thinking that the demon head in Ian's backpack was just a toy figure.
but.
Seeing that Ian didn't reply, he suddenly asked again, his face full of thoughtfulness and a slightly surprised expression, "Ian, where did you buy this?"
The only response Jordan received was the sound of Ian zipping up his jacket.
“Don’t call me Ian, call me ‘rich bastard brother’! That’s in line with America’s traditional virtues.” Ian looked at his good-for-nothing, penniless brother.
He has always had a very good grasp of creating a sense of immersion.
"What the hell?"
Jordan looked completely bewildered, unaware that a wealthy person had quietly infiltrated his home. Ian, meanwhile, was already calculating how much tax he would have to pay this time.
"I know you're richer than me and Jonathan, but... wait, how come you've suddenly grown so much taller?" Jordan, who had been curled up on the sofa the whole time, only realized this belatedly.
He stood up from the sofa in utter astonishment, only to find that Ian was almost as tall as him—not because Ian had gained any physical enhancements.
"I knew I'd been feeling like I'd forgotten something! Damn this special drink!" Ian was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and then quickly took off his boots.
"!!!!!!!!!!" To Jordan's astonishment, Ian took off the sky-high red high heels that had been encased in his boots and were now on Jordan's feet.
The reason Ian kept falling when climbing walls wasn't because he had a bad sense of balance. No one would believe that Batman was 1.7 meters tall, but he couldn't just break his own legs to force himself to grow more than ten centimeters taller.
"my eyes!"
Jordan looked like he'd been struck by lightning; his mouth opened and closed repeatedly before he finally managed to squeeze out, "What are you doing?! God, should I be glad you weren't wearing stockings?"
The words fell.
He stared blankly as Ian pulled three pairs of stockings from his pocket and threw them into the trash can.
There's a reason for that, but I'm not sure I can explain it to you right now.
Ian felt incredibly comfortable after changing back into his slippers. He didn't notice Jordan's contorted expression; people often misunderstand superheroes like him.
In particular, the lack of understanding from family members is a long-standing tradition in American culture.
"If Mom and Dad come back, just tell them I'm dead out there. Talk to me about anything else tomorrow." Ian went upstairs to his room; he had important business to attend to.
Jordan was left standing alone in the living room, staring at Ian's disappearing figure for a long time before slowly turning his gaze to the trash can containing stockings and high heels.
“Jonathan is like that, and Ian is like that… Do I… do I still have a chance to be a normal person?” Jordan’s expression was worried, and his low murmurs echoed in the living room.
Questioning life.
Fear of the future.
The most common mindset during adolescence is vividly displayed in Ian, the second older brother.
……
Return to the bedroom.
Ian closed the door.
After a moment's thought, he moved the wardrobe to block the door—not because his father was capable of breaking down the door, but because he believed in Clark's virtuous character of diligence and thrift.
"I'm such a clever ostrich."
After taking safety precautions, Ian went to his desk and placed the thermos on it. Looking through the opening, he could see Mr. White crouching inside, his head buried in his hands.
Special groups of people should collect such special real figurines.
Mr. White might be the real ostrich.
"Mr. White, rest assured, for the sake of my compounds number one, two, three, seven, eight, nine, and ten, I will definitely not hand you over to the Grim Reapers again."
Ian attempted to appease Mr. White.
However, Mr. White's spirit trembled even more violently. He must have been moved; surely no one in this world truly believes that a fourteen-year-old child is more terrifying than death and a destiny destined for hell.
"Let me see my trash can."
Ian pulled the Minotaur's head out of his bag again. Although the clown makeup on it hadn't been removed yet, the Minotaur's emotions seemed to have stabilized considerably.
"Don't scream, or I'll piss in your mouth." Ian wasn't very good at threatening; he was still learning. Surprisingly, after he took the rag away, Bull Head really didn't start cursing anymore.
"Are you Superman Clark's son?" the Minotaur asked in a hoarse, deep voice, clearly having noticed something when Ian had been carrying it on his backside.
In hell.
Superman's name is also very well-known.
"Clark is my father."
Ian chose a different way of answering.
The Minotaur Demon remained silent for a moment.
"You want to learn magic?"
It also remembered the conversations between Ian and Raven Rachel.
"To be precise, what I want to learn is the art of summoning demon gods." Ian wants to summon demon gods and then sacrifice them. With the development of the times, it's time for a production line for the mystical side to be born.
"I can teach you."
The Minotaur Demon seemed unsurprised and responded in silence.
"The devil's seduction? That's all?"
Ian, however, suspected that the other party was trying to set him up.
If it's a creature from hell.
You can't trust a single punctuation mark.
"I really can teach you. Although I am not powerful, I have inherited the bloodline of my ancestors and have extensive magical knowledge." The minotaur demon's attitude seemed very sincere.
But Ian remained unmoved.
This guy's attitude changed so drastically; there must be something fishy about it. As for what that something was, Ian didn't want to think about it, mainly because he was afraid of insulting his intelligence by not being able to figure it out.
Chapter 75 Demon! The Real Demon!
Perhaps the Minotaur has truly changed its tactics and is trying to bewitch Ian.
"We can sign a contract, a soul contract, and use the power of the contract to guarantee that I won't harm you," it earnestly advised Ian.
"Aren't you loyal to the Demon King Sangu?"
Ian's suspicious gaze was filled with distrust.
"I'm not changing allegiance. The great Demon King is my eternal faith, and that will never change. The contract between us is just a guarantee that I will not harm you."
The Minotaur Demon's tone still carried a sense of honesty.