Stared at so intently by the other party, Clark felt a little uneasy, coughed, and asked him, "Are you alright, Lex?"
"I know all your secrets, Clark!"
Lex suddenly uttered words that stunned Clark.
"But don't worry, I haven't told anyone."
Lex, appearing somewhat neurotic, smiled at Clark, then grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.
"Clark, you must get me out of here! I know you can do it! I'm completely cured now, I am Lex Luthor, I know who I am, I'm not an alien, I won't hurt anyone anymore!"
"Getting me out is a piece of cake for you!"
Lex breathed rapidly, his slightly crazed eyes staring directly at Clark.
"Lex, I really want to—"
"Then do it, Clark, my father will never let me out, you are my friend, please, you must help me. Don't let me rot in this disgusting place, please!"
As Lex spoke, he placed both hands on Clark's face, cupping his face, speaking to him with a tense and rapid pace.
"I'm sorry—"
Clark replied with some difficulty.
Although he really wanted his friend to be released, he felt it wasn't a good time now.
He also felt that Lex might have some mental issues.
Hearing Clark say "I'm sorry," Lex released his hands from Clark's face in surprise and stepped back.
His eyes showed expressions of disappointment and shock.
The next second, Lex lunged at Clark like a wounded lion.
"Ah!"
With a roar, Lex was about to strangle Clark.
The Staff nearby immediately rushed over to restrain Lex.
But Lex still struggled fiercely, twisting his body wildly, kicking left and right, and roaring at Clark, "I will never forgive you, Clark!"
"Never! Never!"
Lex, his eyes bloodshot, roared at him maniacally.
The easel and paints were knocked to the floor, and the scene immediately became chaotic.
Helpless, Clark could only retreat step by step.
He saw Lex's painting lying on the ground; it was an oil painting with intense colors.
Lex had depicted a painting that made him feel a chill in his heart.
A dark, gloomy sky, in the dim air, the entire city had turned into ruins.
A figure in a gray-black uniform stood in the air, holding a Batman mask forward, proclaiming his victory.
And a figure with an "S" symbol on his chest lay on the ground, along with other broken walls and corpses, forming the footnote to the other's declared victory.
"This is?"
Looking at Lex's painting, Clark looked up in astonishment at the raging, cursing Lex.
What did this mean?
Many thoughts flashed through Clark's mind, but he kept moving, retreating out of the lounge.
Lex, still restrained, did not give up his curses, shouting at Clark, "Your death knell has rung, Clark. This is the consequence of your inaction, you will be finished, you will be locked up like me! It's right before your eyes!"
Clark left the lounge area and walked down the corridor, still able to hear the other's curses directed at him.
Although he wasn't angry because of Lex's curses, he still felt a sense of heaviness internally.
What was Lex's statement hinting at, consciously or unconsciously?
Or was it just a meaningless doodle?!
Stepping out of the psychiatric hospital and looking at the gloomy sky outside, he exhaled and started walking towards the farm.
At Metropolis University, Eric was auditing a class in a tiered lecture hall.
He was now a member of the Literature Department.
As for why he chose the Literature Department, it wasn't due to an interest in literature, nor did he wish to pursue a writing career.
It was simply because he found other courses too troublesome and time-consuming.
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