Kent Farm, Kansas.
In the kitchen, Aunt Martha had just placed a golden-brown, crispy apple pie on the table.
The aroma was absolutely divine.
Tel-Rol, fresh from a shower, ran out shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts.
Water droplets rolled down his defined abs.
His eyes lit up, and he pounced on the dining table like a hungry tiger.
"Aunt Martha, I love you!"
He directly grabbed a large, piping hot piece of apple pie and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mmm... delicious... hot hot hot..."
Kara sat opposite him, covering her eyes with her hands, looking utterly disgusted.
"Can't you use cutlery?"
"And put some clothes on! It's indecent!"
Tel-Rol, his mouth full of food, mumbled his reply.
"Why wear clothes? Just finished a fight, it's cool."
He even puffed out his chest, showing off his rock-hard pectorals.
"See, they're even firmer now."
Kara's face instantly turned red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.
She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.
"Pervert!"
Tel-Rol didn't even lift his head, accurately catching the cushion with a backhand and casually placing it under his bottom.
"Thanks, Kara."
Martha smiled and shook her head, then brought out a large plate of roasted chicken.
"Eat slowly, child, no one's going to snatch it from you."
No sooner had she spoken than an entire apple pie was gone.
Tel-Rol's gaze shifted to the glistening roasted chicken.
Clark sat beside him, holding a cup of coffee, looking utterly drained.
He exuded an aura of "don't bother me, I just want peace."
Three days and three nights without sleep, even a Superman of steel couldn't handle it.
Kara watched Tel-Rol devour the food like a whirlwind and couldn't help but start nagging again.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused this time?"
"Stark Tower needs to be rebuilt!"
"The entire road system in New York's West Side needs to be repaved!"
"And Nevada, now it has a 'Rol Canyon' and it's almost a tourist attraction!"
Tel-Rol was intently focused on the chicken leg in his hand, crunching even the bones.
He took a moment to reply.
"Oh."
"So what?"
"I was just sparring!"
Kara angrily slammed the table.
"You were the one who provoked him first, okay!"
Tel-Rol tossed the clean-picked chicken bone and picked up another chicken leg.
"Fighting, it's not shameful."
"Besides, isn't that Tin Man rich?"
"He said he'd provide all the food and lodging; this small amount of money is nothing to him."
Just then, the living room phone rang.
Ring-ring—ring-ring—
Martha walked over and picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Kent Farm."
A deafening roar came from the other end of the line.
"Let those two kent family Kryptonians answer the phone!!!"
"Especially that new emo kid!!!"
"I'm going bankrupt!!!"
The voice was so loud that everyone in the living room heard it clearly.
It was Tony Stark.
He sounded furious.
Martha held the receiver a little further away, her expression still gentle.
"May I ask who this is...?"
"I'm his dad! No! I'm his creditor!"
Tony ranted furiously on the other end of the phone.
"Do you know how much it costs to repair Stark Tower? Thirteen billion dollars!"
"And the cost of rebuilding the entire city of New York! The horns of the Wall Street bull! The torch in the Statue of Liberty's hand!"
"In total! Twenty-five point seven billion dollars!"
"f.r.i.d.a.y. just calculated it for me! I even rounded down the change for you!"
"I couldn't print money this fast!"
Clark, looking exhausted, walked over and took the phone from Martha's hand.
"Tony, calm down."
"Calm down? How can I calm down!"
"I'm telling you, Clark! You have to pay this money back!"
"That Tel-Rol, he's part of your kent family! You're responsible!"
Clark rubbed his temples.
"Tony, we..."
"I don't care! Either pay up! Or send him over to work for me to pay off the debt!"
"Send him to dig in a mine! No! Send him to the sun to mine energy for me! Until the end of time!"
Tony finished speaking and slammed down the phone.
The living room was dead silent.
Kara was dumbfounded, her mouth wide open.
"Two... two hundred and fifty-seven billion?"
She counted on her fingers for a long time, then rolled her eyes and fell straight back onto the sofa.
"It's over, even if you package and sell the three of us, it wouldn't be enough for a fraction of that."
Clark put down the phone and let out a long sigh.
He felt his migraine coming on again.
Only Tel-Rol was still leisurely gnawing on the last chicken wing.
He licked the grease from his fingers.
"What's all the fuss about?"
"It's just a little money, isn't it?"
He looked at Clark, his face innocent.
"Didn't that Tin Man lose to me?"
"How about... we go to New York again?"
"Beat him up until he agrees to write off the debt?"
"Pfft—"
Clark spat out a mouthful of coffee.
Kara also sprang up from the sofa.
"Are you saying the problem isn't big enough yet?"
Tel-Rol looked puzzled.
"Isn't this a very simple solution?"
"Why use your brain for something that can be solved with fists?"
"That's what the long-tailed monkeys in my world taught me."
Clark and Kara exchanged glances, both seeing despair in the other's expression.
There's no way to communicate with this guy!
His brain only has fighting and eating!
Kara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She pointed at the tattered shorts Tel-Rol was wearing.
"First, put on some clothes!"
"Let's discuss properly how to solve this debt of over two hundred billion!"
Tel-Rol looked down at himself.
"Oh."
He stood up and slowly ambled back to his room.
After a while, he ambled out again.
He was wearing one of Clark's oversized plaid shirts, but not a single button was fastened.
It hung loosely, revealing his muscular chest and abs.
He walked up to Kara and deliberately puffed out his chest.
"Is this better?"
"Kara, why do you keep staring at me?"
"Do you think I have a particularly good physique?"
Kara's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and she grabbed the napkin from the table and threw it at him.
"Get lost!"
Tel-Rol easily caught it and wiped his mouth.
"Tell me, how do we pay it back?"
"I don't have any money."
Clark spoke, a headache forming.
"Tony means for you to work for him."
As soon as Tel-Rol heard the words "work for him," he shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Working is impossible!"
"Working isn't as fun as fighting."
"It's boring."
Kara became anxious.
"You don't get a choice!"
"Either you work, or the three of us go to court together!"
Tel-Rol scratched his head, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
He leaned close to Kara, scrutinizing her face.
Kara felt uneasy under his gaze and instinctively took a step back.
"You... what do you want?"
Tel-Rol stroked his chin and spoke earnestly.
"Kara, you're so beautiful."
"How about... you talk to that Tin Man?"
"Ask him to waive the debt?"
"Isn't that how it always plays out on TV? Hero saves the beauty, and then the beauty offers herself in return or something."
"You go pay him back with your body."