Chapter 80 I think you are a failure in learning!

Looking up at the calendar on the wall, he remembered that there seemed to be a meteor shower recently?

If it was this meteor shower, he had to prepare early.

The next day.

Peter sat in the living room, watching the news about Gotham.

"Currently, the riots in Gotham have calmed down."

The host reported the latest news, "The Gotham police raided the terrorists' laboratory last night and found the antidote for the biological virus. The conflict and chaos were quelled by the Gotham police at the lowest cost."

Then, Gotham Police Chief Nathaniel Barnes appeared on the screen, telling the media about the police's achievements.

After turning off the TV, Peter cast his eyes on A Zu downstairs.

"John?"

Peter called the naughty child, "I think we need to talk."

A Zu walked up to Peter nervously, "Okay, Dad."

He tried to recall if he had made Peter angry recently.

Watching horror movies secretly?

Or accidentally breaking Peter's fishing rod?

But he couldn't blame himself for the fishing rod. Clark said his "spinning bait" was very effective, so he stole Peter's fishing rod to go fishing.

"I heard that you called a gypsy 'gyp' yesterday. Do you know that 'gyp' is a racist term? This is a completely racist term, John, why do you call them that?"

Peter decided to correct this kid's racial concept.

Who did this kid learn racial knights from?

As for the obsession with Mexican Day of the Dead skeletons, it is still within the controllable range.

"Sorry, Dad, I heard them say that gypsies always fool people around, and there will be stealing babies and other messy things"

Azu's expression was very sincere, "Dad, I won't do it next time."

"Remember what Dad said to you? Don't look at things with prejudice. It will prevent you from correctly and objectively understanding the world and distance you from others."

"I know, Dad."

Azu nodded subconsciously.

"But I heard that they can tell fortunes, tell fortunes through tea leaves, or by looking at the bottom of a wine glass, Dad, is that true?"

Azu asked curiously.

Peter didn't know much about the gypsy's divination.

Although he thought that most people might be liars, he hesitated when he thought that this was the American comic world.

After a cough, he said to Azu ambiguously: "Destiny has its own specific way of operation, specific rules, and sets special requirements for those who are able to peek into the mysteries of fate. I don't think this is absolute."

Azu nodded, "Ms. Nancy on Canal Street claims to be a gypsy who can tell fortunes, but everyone says she is a liar."

Azu shared the news he heard with Peter.

"Many people say she is selling goods. Crystal balls, purple tassels, wind chimes, pungent incense, and fat cats lying on pillows are all the goods she puts in the window."

"Do you know her, John?"

"No, but I have seen her. She doesn't look like a gypsy at all. She looks more like a notary. No, she looks more like a little supervisor at the church bakery bazaar. She wears a light gray-blue wool sweater, red hair, and a pair of reading glasses on her nose."

Peter nodded, touched his hair and stood up. "It's almost noon. Dad has to cook for you. We can talk about the gossip about Ms. Nancy in the evening."

When Azu heard that Peter was going to cook himself, his little face immediately turned bitter.

After eating the food cooked by Martian Hunter, he didn't want to eat Peter's food anymore.

But under the pressure of Peter's power, he didn't dare to say "Dad's food is not delicious", so he could only accept it silently with a bitter face.

Smallwell, near the Susquehanna River

Lionel Luther was inspecting the construction site accompanied by everyone.

The Luther Group plans to build an industrial park here.

Because of the wildfire, the construction of the park building was temporarily stopped. Today is the day for the industrial park to resume construction.

"Hey, you can't go in."

The security guard at the construction site stopped a man dressed as a local aboriginal.

"This is the land owned by my people for more than a thousand years. Why can't I enter?"

The old man with bronze skin and a loose round hat said to the other party with a serious expression: "You should not occupy this land."

"I'm just a security guard. I don't know much about the disputes on your land."

The security guard said that he didn't care about these disputes.

His current job is to prevent the other party from entering.

Just as the two were arguing, Lionel Luther heard the voice and came over.

"Sir."

After seeing the boss coming, the security guard immediately turned around and greeted him respectfully.

Leno looked at the old man with a serious face, "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Are you their leader?"

Leno nodded, "I think so. I am Leno Luther."

"Very good, then I will talk to you. Do you know that this land has been guarded by our ancestors for generations?"

"Not very clear, Chief, but the procedure for our purchase of land is legal, and the purpose of our construction of the industrial park is to help more people here find jobs. I want to help the people in this town, that's all."

The chief looked into Leno's eyes, "It sounds like I'm preventing the people of the town from living a better life, Mr. Luther, but my eyes are sharp, and I can tell who is a wolf in sheep's clothing at a glance."

Leno was emotionally stable and did not get angry because the other party said he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Mr. Chief, believe me, I can solve the problem properly, and we can coexist peacefully."

The chief shook his head without waiting for the other party to finish, "Please forgive my skepticism. Every time we are asked to coexist peacefully with you, we are either killed or driven to a wild and backward place."

"Anyway, Mr. Chief, we will solve the problem. I will send someone to contact you later. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After Leno said a few words to the other party, he turned and left.

As he walked towards the office, he asked the person in charge, "Are they indigenous people?"

"Yes, local indigenous people, a nearby tribe, some people think they are descendants of gypsies, a tribe formed by intermarriage with Incas, old-fashioned and believe in the gods of nature, which is their tradition."

The person in charge explained to Leno, "They have protested several times for this."

Leno nodded and said seriously, "Then deal with them. I don't want to see any accidents in the progress of the project. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

After giving instructions to the person in charge, Leno turned and looked at where the chief was.

He found that the other party had not left yet and had been standing there watching him.

Leno shook his head, dispelled the strange feeling in his heart, and turned to leave.

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