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"Excuse me, what crimes are you talking about?" The stranger moves toward Superman, grabbing him by the wrist. Superman yanks hard, expecting his wrist to be jerked free. Only it isn't, the hold the stranger has on his wrist remains, locked on tight. Superman is puzzled for nothing has ever been able to best his strength provided by the yellow sun of his adopted planet. "This isn't funny ... now let go before I get rough."

"Does it look like I am laughing, Superman?", the stranger says. "Give it your best shot." Superman throws a fist with his free hand, the stranger's jaw his intended target. Superman puts his whole core behind the blow and is nearly twisted in half when his fist passes right through the strangers face, his arms now crossed over one another. The stranger, still holding onto Superman's wrist with one hand, grabs him by the shoulder and faces the Man of Steel so that they are again face to face. "My turn."

The stranger throws his free fist and when his it connects with Superman's jaw, the man of steel is staggered in midair, the only thing holding him aloft is the strangers grip on his wrist. Superman shakes his head, trying to clear it from the blow that has almost knocked him senseless.