290: Chapter 292 Jiang Yueying: I Want to Marry Superman!

The bridge door of the luan niao starship was rudely pushed open once again.

Jiang Yueying rushed in like a whirlwind. Her petite face, inheriting five parts of Jiang Chen's wickedness and five parts of his refinement, was currently filled with the stubbornness of a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

Behind her, a young man wearing a tight blue and red jumpsuit with a huge, glowing "S" logo on his chest followed cautiously.

The young man was quite handsome.

His facial features were sharp, his eyes electric, and his body emitted a faint, blue electromagnetic fluctuation. He didn't even make a sound when he walked; every step seemed to be measuring the ground.

"Dad!"

Jiang Yueying pulled the "young man" to Jiang Chen and pointed at him excitedly, "This is the superhero I just picked up... no, encountered, on the outskirts of Centaurus!"

"His name is Kal, he can fly! And he can fire that kind of super heat beam! He is simply a living Superman!"

"I want to marry him!"

Jiang Chen nearly sprayed out the mouthful of Mars special tea he had just taken.

He put down his teacup, and his gaze scanned the guy who called himself "Kal" like an X-ray.

[Name: Kal-El]

[Race: Centaurus Silicon-based Superpowered Lifeform.]

[Evaluation: This is a top engineer who was completely conquered by Jiang Chen's previous "Spicy Stick Diplomacy" and is trying to achieve "inter-species strategic cooperation" through marriage.]

Jiang Chen twitched his lips.

Another scheming boy?

Are aliens these days this competitive when chasing girls? They're even resorting to marrying into the family?

"Yo, Superman?"

Jiang Chen leaned back, folded his hands over his abdomen, and looked at the young man in the blue and red jumpsuit with a punchable look, "Are you from Krypton? Or are you a Superman certified by our Civil Affairs Bureau?"

The young man was clearly overwhelmed by Jiang Chen's aura and couldn't breathe. Although he possessed a silicon-based body comparable to stellar energy, in front of Jiang Chen's eyes, which seemed capable of rewriting the laws of the universe, he felt like a wage earner standing before a king.

"I... I am..."

He spoke nervously, his voice hoarse but pleasant, "I am a mechanical modifier from Centaurus, Kal."

"I am sincere about Miss Yueying!"

"We silicon-based lifeforms have long lifespans, and I can accompany her until the end of the universe!"

Jiang Chen sneered and didn't buy it at all.

What end of the universe?

What sincerity?

This thing sounded like it wanted to abduct his daughter and take away the core technology of the Dragon Nation along the way.

Jiang Chen stood up, walked around this "Superman," and even extended his index finger to flick the glowing blue "S" logo on his chest hard.

"Clang!"

It was the sound of metal hitting metal, crisp, dull, and full of power.

"Not bad strength."

Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction, but his eyes instantly turned cold, "Is this your capital? Silicon-based skin? Reflective logo?"

He pulled Jiang Yueying behind him, blocking the other party's eager gaze.

Jiang Chen approached the young man, lowered his voice, and his tone carried a chilling majesty:

"Young man."

"On Earth, if you want to marry my daughter, there are rules."

"I don't care about betrothal gifts, but looking at your physique..."

He looked the other party up and down, a wicked and malicious smile curling on his lips:

"You look quite durable."

"You keep saying you're Superman, but are you punch-resistant?"

"If you can't even handle my 'family affection test,' then how can you say you can protect my daughter?"

The alien youth looked confused: "Family affection test? What is that?"

Jiang Chen smiled. He turned his head and waved at Zhao Gang, who was already rubbing his hands nearby, his knuckles cracking loudly.

"Zhao Gang."

"Here!"

Zhao Gang was like a tiger out of a cage, carrying the violent aura that could only be trained on the Wasteland battlefield, walking step by step towards that "Superman."

"Bring up that 'Hydraulic Crusher' we just upgraded, the one specifically used to test the compressive strength of mechs!"

"I want to give this 'Superman' from outer space a sincere... marriage test."

Jiang Chen played with the remote control in his hand, his "I'm doing this for your own good" smile making the alien youth's heart beat wildly.

"Don't be nervous."

Jiang Chen patted the youth's shoulder, the force so great that the other party almost stumbled, "If you can withstand 1,000 tons of hydraulic pressure, then you are a member of our family."

"If you can't..."

Jiang Chen lowered his voice and whispered two words in his ear:

"That's perfect. We're short on meat... for hotpot tonight."

The alien youth's face instantly turned paler than paper. He looked at the hard-labor aliens around him who were already prepared with demolition equipment, and then looked at Jiang Chen's "not joking" expression.

He finally realized.

In this Earthling's logic.

Dating? That's a small matter.

Whether you can keep your life is the biggest matter.

At this moment.

Netizens in the live broadcast room, watching this pitifully arranged "Superman," were laughing their heads off.

[Hahahaha! God Jiang is really ruthless!]

[This is the so-called: Want to marry my daughter? First ask my pressure tester if it agrees!]

[Superman: I originally wanted to conquer this planet, now I just want to go home alive.]

[God Jiang: Don't be afraid, as long as you are a real Superman, this is called... wear resistance test!]

Jiang Chen ignored the farce in the live broadcast room.

He turned around and looked at the deep space outside the window.

He could feel that sense of peeping getting closer and closer.

Perhaps in the next second, those real hunters would pass through the star gate and descend before him.

"It seems that this so-called 'playing house' is coming to an end."

Jiang Chen squeezed the Law of Causality handle, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

No matter what civilization you are, no matter how strong you are.

On my home turf.

If you are a dragon, coil up for me.

If you are a tiger, lie down for me.

Even if you are a god...

you must first pass my daughter's test!

"Alright, stop spacing out."

Jiang Chen waved at the alien prince who was almost paralyzed with fear, "Hurry up and start."

"I still need to go see how many parts those troublemaking aliens have left... enough for me to buy my daughter a new school bag."

Jiang Chen strode towards the command room.

His back, under the lights, appeared lonely, yet incredibly arrogant.

He was not worried about failure.

Because he had long been prepared, the despairing logic prepared for these aliens—

"Alright, don't be afraid."

He turned back, and toward the trembling alien prince, revealed a menacingly kind smile:

"If you can't withstand the pressure... I won't kill you."

"At most, it will just mean that for the rest of your life... you can only... move bricks on the construction site."

With an order, the base's crusher roared into motion, preparing to give this "Superman" a unique... marriage interview.