The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

An ordinary scientist capable of traveling through time and space might sound a bit like showing off, but in American comics, there are quite a few scientists with this kind of technology. In fact, ordinary time travel can't even touch the edges of major events anymore.

Moreover, the Justice League has encountered quite a few people from the future or the past. If Yang Le's other half didn't have speed exceeding the Flash, they really wouldn't have treated him with such importance.

With Martian Manhunter sharing his memories, there's no need to keep asking questions. Although the possibility of Yang Le faking his memories can't be ruled out, even J'onn J'onzz, a master of mental abilities, couldn't detect anything unusual about Yang Le. Batman knows he definitely won't be able to find any flaws in the other man in the short term.

Batman isn't arrogant enough to think he's better than Martian Manhunter in this regard. Instead of wasting time dragging this out, it's better to monitor him secretly. Time will provide answers; those with a guilty conscience will eventually reveal themselves.

"What are your plans?" Superman asked. Most of the people they've encountered from other universes were invaders; they haven't seen many pacifists like Yang Le.

"I'll probably find a city to settle down in," Yang Le said, dusting himself off. "Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal or disruptive."

"Want to come to Metropolis? Not to brag, but it's the best city in the world," Superman invited with a smile. If anyone else said that, Yang Le might think they were afraid he'd do something bad and wanted to keep an eye on him, but coming from Superman, it really might be a sincere invitation.

"I beg to differ," the Flash said, walking over with several hot dogs in his hands. "The best city is definitely Central City."

"No, no, no," Green Lantern said, putting his arm around the Flash's shoulders and subtly taking the most deluxe hot dog from his hand.

Ignoring the Flash's dissatisfied noises, Green Lantern continued, "Coast City is your only choice."

Then several other heroes chimed in, each touting the city they were stationed in. It's clear these heroes have a strong sense of belonging to their cities, which is what sets them apart from the heroes of Marvel. After all, most Marvel cities are real and mostly located in New York.

It's like in Korea, you can run into a celebrity every few steps. While it might not be that exaggerated in Marvel's New York, the probability of encountering a superhero is definitely higher than winning the lottery.

This leads to Marvel not having too much description of cities. Except for a certain tin man who often cleans up after the good guys, no one else mentions the city very often.

Even those superheroes named after countries don't say things like 'Make the country great again'.

Except for Wonder Woman and Batman, almost all the Justice League founders invited Yang Le. Wonder Woman didn't because her birthplace, Themyscira, forbids men from entering. And in terms of understanding the world outside Themyscira, all the superheroes present naturally knew more than her, so she didn't speak.

As for Batman, well, Gotham, enough said.

"Thank you all for the kind invitations," Yang Le said with a smile. "To be honest, I'd like to visit every city, but I have some things to do before that."

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Old Huang walked out of his rental house, his eyelids drooping, and anyone could see he wasn't in high spirits.

"What's wrong, Old Huang?" A tenant on their way to work happened to bump into him. "Hasn't Yang Le come back yet?"

Old Huang sighed and said, "Not yet, it's been a day and a night."

"Did you call the police?" the tenant asked.

"I'm considering whether to call the police or not," Old Huang said subconsciously, patting his pocket where his phone was. "After all, you know Yang Le is an unregistered resident. Whether the police find him or not, it's not good news."

"That's true," the tenant sighed as well. "Not finding him is one thing, but finding him is even more trouble, both for him and for you."

After saying that, the tenant said goodbye to Old Huang. He had to go to work, and he was just an ordinary neighbor to Yang Le. He hadn't even figured out his own life yet, and meddling in other people's affairs would only cause trouble. After all, who knows why Yang Le disappeared.

Old Huang didn't say anything else, just stood at the stairwell, took his phone out of his pocket, and hesitated, looking at the fingerprint-covered screen. To put it bluntly, Old Huang could completely ignore the disappearance of an unregistered resident like Yang Le. No one would care if someone like him, who didn't even have an identity, disappeared, not even the police.

But Old Huang still felt guilty. You can see from the fact that he took in Yang Le a few months ago that although Old Huang's identity is that of a landlord who often plays the villain in film and television dramas, his heart is not bad at all. Although he can't be called a great philanthropist, he can still be considered a good person.

The tenants in the building have more or less received his care, which is why no one owes him rent. The relationship between the tenants and the landlord is very good. Occasionally, Old Huang's wife would complain to him, saying that he always caused trouble.

After thinking for a long time, Old Huang finally decided to call the police. Nothing is more important than human life. If he didn't take care of this matter today, Old Huang estimated that he would live in guilt for the rest of his life.

Old Huang gritted his teeth, lit up his phone, and forcefully tapped the dial pad with his finger, about to press the emergency call, when a sudden voice startled him and he threw his phone out.

A hand caught the flying phone. Old Huang looked up along the hand, and a figure he had been thinking about day and night appeared in front of him.

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"What's wrong, Uncle Huang? Did you miss me so much that you gave me such a big gift as soon as we met?" Yang Le said with a smile, handing the phone to Old Huang.

Old Huang was stunned for a few seconds, and didn't come back to his senses until the phone was handed to him. He snatched the phone and said angrily, "You street punk, disappearing for a day and a night is trying to scare people to death! I almost called the police to arrest you!"

"I haven't broken the law, why would you call the police to arrest me? You should call the police to find me, right?" Yang Le found it funny; he was a five-star good citizen.

"You're an unregistered resident, what's the difference between calling the police to find you and arresting you!" Old Huang glared at Yang Le. "Stop talking nonsense, give me the rent quickly."

"My bad, my bad," Yang Le readily admitted his mistake. "Here, it's all here."

Old Huang took the envelope Yang Le brought and frowned. After opening the envelope and roughly counting the money, he said, "This isn't right, A-Le. You gave too much. Are you going to pay for the next few months together? Where did you get so much money?"

"This is exactly what I'm going to tell you next," Yang Le said seriously. "I've recovered my memories, so I'm going to leave. Thank you for taking care of me these past few months, Uncle Huang. The extra money is a thank you."