Who is Mr. Fang?

"We know nothing about him, right? If he really doesn't intend to harm us, then he should return to his own race and take on the responsibilities he should bear. If he refuses, maybe we should send him back. Louise from the Planet Daily knows who he is. I think she's the one we should question..."

After Zod's arrival on Earth, the entire world fell into panic. The next day, the media was flooded with reports about the arrival of the extraterrestrial.

Most people's viewpoint was that they hoped Clark would take the initiative to step forward and shoulder the responsibilities he should bear, rather than implicating them or making the entire world bear the consequences.

The extraterrestrial's technology frightened the governments around the world. They managed to control the entire global network in a short time, a method that was beyond imagination.

Until now, they still couldn't figure out how the extraterrestrial breached the Earth's network.

In this situation, if a war broke out between the two sides, the odds of Earth's victory were not high. Therefore, governments around the world were taking action to locate the extraterrestrial known as Kal-El.

The fastest to act was undoubtedly the U.S. FBI, and they had already identified the target—Louise, who had contact with the extraterrestrial and even knew who he was.

"Mom, I'm going out for a while..."

After informing his adoptive mother, Clark left Kent Farm.

At this moment, Clark was very perplexed. He aimlessly walked on the road, not knowing if he should trust humanity or surrender to pacify the situation.

Recalling the various unfair experiences he had encountered since childhood, thinking about those despicable individuals he had encountered before, but at times like this, Clark would remember the teachings of his adoptive father.

Unconsciously, Clark arrived at a lakeside. On the other side of the lake stood a church. Just as Clark was about to head to the church, he suddenly noticed a young man fishing by the lake.

The young man was dressed in all white, exuding an elegant and noble temperament. He appeared to be quite young, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and emitted a charismatic aura.

"Sir, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Please, have a seat."

The young man turned around and smiled at Clark. His composed and graceful smile seemed to possess a kind of magic that gradually calmed Clark's mood.

Following his instructions, Clark walked over to the young man's side and sat down to his right.

"Sir, my name is Clark. May I know how to address you?"

"I am Fang, you can call me Mr. Fang. You seem burdened. If you don't mind, would you like to talk to me? Perhaps I can help you."

Clark fell into silence at the suggestion. With his mind-boggling state, he really wanted to confide in someone.

After a moment of silence, Clark sighed.

"I don't know where to start. The ship that appeared last night, they are actually looking for me..."

"Oh!"

Mr. Fang didn't seem surprised, as if he had known all along.

"What do you want to do?"

"Aren't you surprised?"

Clark was somewhat taken aback. Could it be that this Mr. Fang wasn't surprised by his identity as an alien? After all, he was from another planet.

But looking at Mr. Fang's demeanor, Clark knew he wasn't an ordinary person. He decided not to dwell on this small issue.

"I am not surprised. Tell me your thoughts."

"You really aren't surprised? Then, I want to surrender to General Zod. Even if I surrender, he won't keep his promise. If my surrender can save Earth, I won't hesitate to do it. However... I don't know if humans can be trusted..."

Mr. Fang didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gently pulled the fishing rod, and a three-pound red carp was pulled out.

"Good luck today. This is the seventh one."

After speaking, Mr. Fang released the carp back into the water. Then, he turned to look at Clark.

"You are feeling confused now? You don't know what to do?"

"Yes."

"Everything in the world is relative. If you want others to trust you, you must first trust them. Since you don't trust others, why should others trust you?"

Seeing Clark deep in thought, Mr. Fang spoke again.

"Actually, why do you care about other people's opinions? Trust needs time to cultivate and prove. As long as you wholeheartedly give, human trust will follow."

"Mr. Fang, you're right. I don't trust humans, so why should humans trust me?"

Taking a deep breath, Clark suddenly realized that if he wanted others to trust him, he needed to trust them first.

"Mr. Fang, thank you for resolving my confusion. I think I know what to do now!"

"Go ahead and do what you need to do."

"Then I won't disturb you, Mr. Fang."

"Go ahead."

Mr. Fang waved his hand, engrossed once again in his fishing.

With a wry smile, Clark thought that Mr. Fang was truly an extraordinary individual. While others were worried about the invasion of extraterrestrials, he was leisurely fishing here.

After Clark left, Mr. Fang shook his head and muttered a few words to himself.

Once Clark left, he immediately returned to Kent Farm.

"Louise..."

Clark's expression suddenly froze. Due to his super hearing ability, he naturally couldn't be kept in the dark about Louise being captured by the FBI.

After a moment of consideration, Clark proactively contacted the FBI.

After arranging a meeting point, Clark put on his suit and flew to the designated location to meet with the U.S. military.

The subsequent events were mostly the same as in the original plot. Clark agreed to surrender, and that afternoon, the military established contact with the extraterrestrial spacecraft and arranged a meeting location with the extraterrestrial.

In the afternoon sun, outside a certain military base, armored vehicles and tanks were lined up, ready to move.

Suddenly, a fighter jet descended from the sky.

After the fighter jet landed, Fiora led a Kryptonian soldier out of the aircraft.

As they approached Clark, Fiora came to a halt. "Kal-El, I am Vice Commander Fiora, representing General Zod's greetings to you!"

Clark didn't say anything, he simply nodded.

Without paying further attention to Clark, Fiora bypassed him and headed toward the military personnel.

"Who among you is the commander?"

"I am."

"General Zod hopes this woman will accompany us."

"What you want are your fellow Kryptonians. You never said you wanted to take one of our people."

At this moment, a military officer stepped forward, directly opposing Fiora.

Fiora sneered, an expression of disdain in her eyes, thinly veiled.

"Do you want me to relay your words to General Zod?"

"I don't care how you relay it to him!"

"Foolish humans, do you think this is a request? You..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The Kryptonian soldier following Fiora suddenly coughed lightly.

Seeing Fiora's gaze, the Kryptonian soldier whispered.

"Vice Commander, please mind your words. After all... after all, Mr. Fang is also a human..."

"Hmph!"

Thinking of Mr. Fang also being a human, Fiora refrained from using the words "foolish humans."

The dreadfulness of Mr. Fang was something they had all experienced!