A bar full of bright lights and dancing lights.
After escaping from home, Clark the Zombie walked in. Unable to accept the reality, he now wanted to get drunk and forget everything.
I heard that when you are drunk you can stop thinking about anything.
"You are only eighteen years old. State law prohibits the sale of hard liquor to you."
The bartender glanced at Clark's ID, then looked up and asked, "Want a beer?"
"As long as it's wine."
After taking back his ID, the distraught Clark urged the bartender to bring it up quickly.
Men and women were dancing passionately on the dance floor, and some people were playing drinking games excitedly in the booths.
All the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him. Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf lost from the pack.
An indescribable discomfort fills my heart.
"Is everything fake?"
Recalling the scenes of past life with my parents and younger brother.
He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to the planet where he grew up.
When he was a child, Clark wondered why other people couldn't lift trucks and would get hurt if they fell from several floors. His parents and brother were also different from him. Now he has the answer.
Because he has no blood relationship with his father and brother.
"I'm just an alien monster that was picked up by my parents."
At the dimly lit bar, Clark's eyes were red as he stared blankly at the name Clark Kent on his ID card.
His last name is not Kent at all, and even his name shouldn't be in this form. He should have a name that is weird and difficult to pronounce to earthlings.
There are billions of people on earth, but not one of them is his kind, and not one place is his hometown...
"Why?"
Clark, emotionally agitated and extremely unstable, clenched his fists in anger. Was this God's trick on him?
Why is he not an Earthling? Why can't he be a blood relative of his parents and brother?
How he wished that everything his father told him today was false, and that he could still taste the apple pie his mother had carefully made when he woke up tomorrow morning, and still ride the school bus with his brother and argue on the way to school, and then come back to help his father with some farm work, so that his life could be plain and fulfilling.
"Why did my life suddenly break down?"
If he was suddenly told this bad news, how could he go back to that home and enjoy the love of his parents with peace of mind?
Confused and angry, Clark suddenly had an urge to vent his anger by punching and destroying something.
Just at this moment.
"Clark!"
A hand patted his shoulder.
"It's really you."
Clark turned his head and saw Whitney and several team members holding beers in their hands and wearing unfriendly smiles on their faces, like hounds who saw a weak rabbit, surrounding him vaguely.
"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"
Whitney held a beer in one hand and put her other arm around Clark's neck, as if they were very intimate, but her arm was secretly exerting force.
"Whitney, don't bother me now."
To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched so hard that it hurt, did not move at all. His body seemed to be made of steel, and he pushed Whitney's hand away.
Although he was about to destroy something to vent his anger when someone came up to provoke him, the future Superman, who had been well taught by Jonathan and his wife for more than ten years and had a kind heart, resisted the urge to fight back.
"I have good news for you, Clark."
Whitney was knocked back and the beer in his hand spilled onto the ground. He felt humiliated in front of everyone and was very angry.
"I've decided that you're the scarecrow this year!"
He signaled with his eyes to several football players to put down their beers and take Clark away by force.
"I told you, don't mess with me!"
The loud rock music in the bar rang into Clark's ears. He suddenly stood up and grabbed Whitney's collar, anger in his eyes, and he could hardly control his urge to attack.
But suddenly, Whitney's collar was ripped open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.
The radiation of kryptonite enveloped him.
"ah..."
Clark's divine power was rapidly drained away, and he looked uncomfortable and painful. The blood vessels in the hand close to the kryptonite even bulged abnormally and turned green, as if he had been poisoned.
In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, and knocked the weak man to the ground with a punch, then straightened his clothes with contempt.
"So what if I piss you off, Clark."
He squatted down, grabbed Clark, and his low voice was full of jealousy and ferocity.
"I've noticed the way you look at my girlfriend, and I know what you're thinking.
Whose girlfriend do you think she is?"
With the high school football tournament approaching, Lana gives her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace she has worn since she was a child, hoping to express her love for him and help him overcome all obstacles in the tournament, win the championship, and be discovered by scouts.
As a result, Clark once again experienced the power of kryptonite.
"You really want her necklace?"
Noticing that Clark was feeling uncomfortable and staring at the necklace on his neck, Whitney thought that he was jealous and sour, so she sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.
"Then I'll give it to you. You can only be so close to Lana."
"Take him away."
He stood up and called a few football players to carry Clark, who was in even greater pain, away through the back door.
There are too many people here, so Whitney plans to take Clark to a remote cornfield and teach him a lesson.
"I will teach you to put away your wishful thinking!"
Suddenly, a voice that seemed to be without any emotion was heard.
"Where are you taking Clark? Whitney."
"David?"
Seeing a figure with his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket slowly walking towards him, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.
"Since you came here on your own initiative, I'll take you with me."
Let Clark see how he implicated his brother because of his inappropriate thoughts.
David's face remained calm, as if he hadn't heard what he was about to do.
"David, go."
Clark, who was held up awkwardly and too weak to even stand, saw his brother holding back the pain and quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."
Whitney was in a group of five people, each of them was a strong member of the school football team, and he didn't want to see his younger brother being bullied.
[Clark's anxiety +18, regret +13, ...]
"I originally thought that you might not be able to bear what happened today, and that you might degenerate and take another path, causing some trouble for your family."
Ignoring Whitney and the others, David looked at him, raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly.
"It seems that I was overthinking it, Clark."
Even when facing a few high school students holding kryptonite, he was still defeated.
"superior."
Seeing him ignoring her, Whitney couldn't help but feel angry.
"Let him see how powerful you are."
Two tall, muscular rugby players with ferocious looks on their faces pounced on him from the left and right like wolves and tigers, punching him.
The commotion at the bar finally attracted some people's attention. Many people looked over, clapped and cheered, enjoying the fun.
"Okay, fight!"
Fights often happen in places like bars.
David stood where he was, swaying his body to easily dodge the fist of the first person who attacked him, and then punched back with lightning speed.
Bang!
The football player's eyes bulged out, his face turned red like a cooked lobster, he fell to his knees, holding his stomach in pain, and spitting out saliva.
Another one rushed forward with his fist raised, but David turned around and elbowed him beautifully. It was as if he was hit on the head by a baseball bat. He fell to the ground uncontrollably and fainted.
"oh!"
In less than two seconds, he defeated two opponents in an instant. Some people in the bar were so surprised that their eyelids jumped and they applauded.
"pretty!"
This young man is so amazing, is he a professional fighter?
[Clark's shock +8, astonishment +9...]
David ignored the emotional reminders that he often omitted. Whitney stood there in a daze, looking at the two team members who were knocked down in disbelief.
"you..."
Clark was even more surprised, he never knew his brother had this side.
"Let's go together."
Whitney rushed towards David along with two of the team members who threw Clark to the ground.
Bang bang bang!
David's steps were as light as a butterfly. The three men couldn't touch a corner of his clothes. His fists were as powerful as bee stings. He knocked them down easily and neatly with three punches while strolling in the garden.
The three men fell to the ground with bruised faces and noses.
"impossible."
Whitney covered his chest in pain, as if his ribs were broken. He gritted his teeth, struggled, and rushed towards David.
He's just a guy who doesn't dare to participate in any activities on campus!
"Just lie still, Whitney,"
As soon as he got up, David kicked him down like an adult bullying a child, and walked towards Clark by casually walking past him who was unable to get up.
"When you push too hard, your skin color will show.
But to deal with these people, you don't need to use more strength than an ordinary person."
The people watching the fun in the bar saw him coming and didn't want to cause trouble so they all stepped back and made way for him.
Can a retired Navy SEAL be that good?
"Where did you learn to fight? Dai... David."
Long-term exposure to kryptonite can even be life-threatening for Kryptonians. Clark's neck had abnormal blue blood vessels bulging, his face turned pale, and he asked in surprise, enduring the pain.
He never knew that his brother had such amazing fighting skills.
"On TV."
David replied calmly, pulling the necklace off his neck.
"On...TV?"
Clark didn't expect this to be the answer. Seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped holding on, rolled his eyes and passed out.
David put the necklace into his trouser pocket, carried the tall Clark with ease, turned around and left the bar, and everyone made way for him.
Even though the fight affected business, the bar owner didn't dare ask David to stay.
Walk some distance.
Under the cold moonlight, we arrived at the deserted street.
Clark, who was on David's shoulder, woke up drowsily, realized that this was the way home, and struggled to start.
"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"
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