Linda was true to her word. As soon as Aunt Li took the dumplings out of the steamer, the girl appeared at the kitchen door, soaking wet, but her triumphant arrogance was undiminished.
Aunt Li complained, "You've only been gone a moment, how did your clothes get wet? Go back to your room and change quickly. It's cold; don't catch a cold."
"It's fine!"
The girl waved her hand dismissively, full of spirit. Since coming to Earth, she hadn't known what illness was. She skipped and hopped to the steamer, picked up a steaming hot dumpling, threw it into her mouth, and said while eating,
"Where's Luke Shaw? I haven't seen him all day."
Aunt Li smiled, "The young master went out yesterday afternoon. I heard he had something to take care of and will be back in a few days."
"What, do you miss him?"
Aunt Li's face showed an ambiguous smile. She was an experienced person; how could she not see the relationship in the house? A few days ago, when Miss Ferris was here, the two girls had their fair share of open and secret rivalry.
"Miss him, my ass."
Linda snorted heavily, "I want to beat him up, but I don't know where he is."
"That scoundrel, he runs off after screwing people over, can't even find his ghost."
"No, I have to find him."
The more she thought about enduring it, the angrier she got. The more she thought about backing down, the more she felt wronged. Why should he and that pretentious, two-faced, overly dramatic, cunning big-breasted woman, Carol Ferris, be all lovey-dovey, while I'm fighting an unknown alien on the beach in the cold wind, and even got smashed into the sea by a giant sword?
It's too unfair!
"Luke Shaw, you bastard, this isn't over until you explain yourself!"
Linda finished her dumplings in a few bites, shot into the air, and disappeared into the night sky with bursts of sonic booms.
Aunt Li: "..."
What kind of people does the young master attract?! If she were to move in, she'd tear the roof off.
After thinking for a moment, Aunt Li took out her phone and sent Luke a text message, telling him: Linda is very angry, you'd better hide, lest you get beaten into a pig's head... After Sinestro left, Hal was in a state of unease.
He had absolute confidence in his superior, but the strength the girl displayed was too terrifying, practically the ultimate evolution of a muscular Barbie. It was truly hard to say who would win if the two fought.
The more Hal thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, always having a sense that something big was about to happen.
Sure enough, the worst outcome occurred. A heavily injured Sinestro fell from the sky, his left hand twisted irregularly, his right arm swollen like a club, and his entire body covered in wounds, as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.
"Are... are you alright?!"
Sinestro said weakly, "Take me to a quiet place; I need to rest."
Hal nodded quickly, first hiding him in the bushes, then going to the nearest car rental to rent a van to take him home.
Just as they reached the door, the unconscious Sinestro suddenly opened his eyes,
"There's someone in the house!"
Hal was startled. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively asked, "Tom, is that you, Tom? Are you in there?"
He called out a few times, but there was no response. Just as Hal was considering whether to turn and leave, the door opened.
A mountain-like shadow loomed over them. This was an extremely tall and robust middle-aged white man, his arms thicker than Hal's neck. His eyes were cold, devoid of any human emotion, like an ice-cold knife scraping against a person, very uncomfortable.
"Who are you? How are you in my house?"
Hal's voice trembled slightly, and his left hand instinctively gripped the Browning pistol on his belt.
Adam ignored the other party's small gesture and turned back into the house,
"Come in; the young master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Young master?
Hearing these two words, Hal instinctively thought of Luke Shaw. Was the person in the room him? He was looking for me, why? Could it be... He glanced at the severely injured Sinestro, feeling a bit indecisive.
"Go in!"
Sinestro struggled to stand up,
"I also want to meet that Earthling called Young Master Xiao."
Hal nodded, supporting Sinestro as they entered the room.
The bright white light illuminated the dim living room. On the sofa in the middle, in Hal's usual spot, sat a young man with a slightly youthful appearance but a very steady demeanor.
The young man was about seventeen or eighteen, with light green eyes that were different from ordinary people's.
A subtle, almost imperceptible sense of oppression permeated the room, making Sinestro very uncomfortable. He frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Luke for a long time before he said in a deep voice,
"You are Luke Shaw, the one who took Hal's ring."
Luke nodded slightly, both acknowledging and greeting him.
Hal vigilantly said, "What are you doing in my house? You're not welcome here."
Luke smiled, ignoring him, and instead turned his gaze to the seemingly strong Sinestro. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said,
"Linda was still soft-hearted, otherwise you wouldn't have made it back."
As his words fell, Sinestro's body stiffened, and his cheeks twitched uncontrollably,
"This trap, you arranged it."
Luke extended his finger and gently shook it twice, "You can't say that. I merely took a precaution. I didn't expect you to actually fall for it. Ultimately, it's still your problem. Oh, by the way, I haven't asked for your name yet."
"Sinestro!"
"Indeed, you are Sinestro."
Luke scrutinized him, his eyes shimmering with intense curiosity. This was a popular villain in DC Comics, second only to the Joker and Lex Luthor, Hal Jordan's lifelong enemy, a powerful warrior who loved and hated each other until old age.
However, from his current performance, there was nothing particularly outstanding.
"Mr. Sinestro, this afternoon, Vice President Dick Cheney told me that you got my name from him. To avoid unnecessary casualties, I arranged this meeting."
"It happened suddenly, so it's inevitably a bit abrupt, but fortunately, the outcome is good."
"Now, we can talk. What do you, the leader of the Green Lantern Corps, want with me?"
Sinestro said in surprise, "You actually know about the Green Lantern Corps?"
Luke's face immediately darkened, "Don't speak to me with that arrogant tone you use when communicating with low-level indigenous civilizations; I might not be able to resist killing you."
Sinestro's expression froze. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said,
"It seems you know a lot."
"The Green Lantern Corps isn't some minor character; knowing about it is nothing to be surprised about. However, I'm very curious: the mission of the Green Lantern Corps is to protect, embodying noble attributes like kindness, justice, courage, order, and peace, belonging to the side of justice and preventing any evil acts. Yet, you, as the leader of the Corps, massacred the Fourth Mechanized Infantry Division, causing over a hundred soldiers to die tragically, and even kidnapped Vice President Dick Cheney, forcing him to reveal my name."
"Do the Guardians not care about your actions? Or has the nature of the Corps changed, no longer guarding justice, but instead succumbing to evil?"
As these words fell, Hal and Sinestro's expressions changed simultaneously.
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