The bar is full of feasting and dancing lights.
After escaping from the house, Clark walked in. Unable to accept the reality, he just now wanted to get drunk and forget everything.
I heard people say that you can think about nothing when you are drunk.
"You are only eighteen years old, and the state government's law stipulates that we cannot sell you hard alcohol."
The bartender glanced at Clark's ID card and raised his eyes, "Do you want a beer?"
"As long as it is alcohol."
Withdrawing the ID card, Clark, who was devastated, urged the bartender to bring it up quickly.
On the dance floor, men and women danced with enthusiasm, and someone in the booth was excitedly playing drinking games.
All the hustle and bustle has nothing to do with him. Clark only feels lost and lonely, like a lone wolf lost with a pack of wolves.
An unspeakable pain filled my heart.
"Is everything fake?"
Recalling the scenes of my past life with my parents and younger brother.
He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to this planet where he grew up.
When he was a child, Clark wondered why other people couldn't lift the truck and would be injured if they fell from several small buildings. His parents and younger brother were also different from him. Now he has the answer.
Because he has no blood relationship with his father and younger brother.
"I'm just an alien monster picked up by my parents."
Beside the dimly lit bar, Clark's eyes were red, and he looked absently at the name of Clark Kent on his ID card.
His surname is not Kent at all, and his name shouldn't even be in this form. It should have been a name that was weird to people on Earth.
There are billions of people on the earth, none of them are his kindred, and no one here is from his hometown...
"Why?"
Clark clenched his fists angrily, emotionally, and extremely unstable. Is God fooling him?
Why was he not from Earth, why couldn't he have been someone who is connected by blood with his parents and younger brother?
How much he wished that everything his father told him today was false, that he could still taste the apple pie carefully made by his mother when he wakes up tomorrow morning, still go to school with his younger brother bickering on the school bus, and come back to help his father with some farm work on the farm, The days are dull and full.
"Why should my life be broken suddenly."
Suddenly being told the bad news, he wonders how he would go back to that home again, and enjoy his parents' love for him with peace of mind.
The confused and angry Clark suddenly had the urge to throw a punch at the wall to vent.
at this time.
"Clark!"
A hand clapped his shoulder.
"It's really you."
Clark turned his head and looked, Whitney and several team members held a beer in their hands, with unfriendly smiles on their faces, as if they saw the hounds of a weak rabbit, and surrounded him faintly.
"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"
Whitney held the beer in one hand, and wrapped his arms around Clark's neck with the other, as if very intimate, but secretly exerted force with his arms.
"Whitney, don't bother me now."
What surprised him was that Clark, whose neck was supposed to be pinched sorely, remained motionless as if his body was made of steel, and he put away Whitney's hand.
Although someone came up to provoke him just as he wanted to vent something, the future Superman, who has been well taught by the Kent couple for more than ten years and has a kind heart in his heart, resisted fighting back.
"I have good news for you, Clark."
Whitney was staggered, and the beer in his hand dangled and spilled on the ground. He was very angry because he felt ashamed in front of everyone.
"I decided that this year's scarecrow is you!"
His eyes signaled several football players to put down their beers together, and they were about to take Clark away by force.
"I said, don't mess with me!" The
loud rock music in the bar pierced his ears, and Clark stood up suddenly and grabbed Whitney's collar, with anger in his eyes, and he almost couldn't help wanting to make a move.
But suddenly, Whitney's collar was ripped open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.
Radiation of kryptonite enveloped him.
"Ah..."
Clark lost his divine power rapidly, and his expression was painful. The hand close to the kryptonite and even the blood vessel which could be seen turned green as if poisoned.
In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, knocked the weak Clark to the ground with a punch and tidied up his clothes contemptuously.
"So what if I mess with you, Clark."
He knelt down and grabbed Clark instead, his voice was low with jealousy and ferocity.
"I've noticed the way you look at my girlfriend. I know what you're thinking. Whose girlfriend do you think she is?"
The high school football game was about to come, and Lana had handed over the meteorite crystal necklace that she had worn since she was a child to her boyfriend. She wants to put her heart into this and bless him to overcome all obstacles in the competition, win the championship, and be discovered by scouts.
As a result, Clark once again tasted the power of kryptonite.
"You want her necklace very much?"
Noticing that the uncomfortable Clark had been staring at the necklace on his neck, thinking that he was jealous and sour, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.
"Then I'll give it to you. This is the only way you can get close to Lana."
"Take him away."
He stood up and greeted several football players, and picked up Clark, who was in more pain and suffering, and took him away through the back door.
There are too many people here, and Whitney is going to take Clark to a remote cornfield and teach him a lesson.
"I'll let you guys know to put away your wishful thinking!"
Suddenly, a voice seemed to have no emotion.
"Where are you taking Clark? Whitney."
"David?"
Seeing a figure walking slowly with his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.
"Since you took the initiative to send it to your door, I will take you with me."
Let Clark watch how he implicated his younger brother because of thoughts he shouldn't have.
David's face was unmoved as if he didn't hear what he was going to do.
"David, go."
Clark, who was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand still, saw his younger brother enduring the pain and quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."
Whitney and his party consisted of five people, all of whom were strong-bodied football players, and he didn't want to see his brother being bullied.
[Frustration +18 from Clark, Regret +13,...]
"I thought you might not be able to bear what happened today, and you fell down and took another path, causing some trouble for the family."
Ignoring Whitney and the others, David looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly.
"Now it seems that I was thinking too much, Clark."
Even facing a few high school students holding kryptonite, he was actually deflated.
"Come on."
Whitney couldn't help being annoyed seeing him ignoring them.
"Let him see how good you are."
Two tall, muscular football players with ferocious expressions rushed forward like wolves and tigers, punching him.
The movement at the bar finally attracted the attention of some people. Many people looked over and clapped and booed. Watching the excitement is no big deal.
"Okay, let's fight!"
In places like bars, fights have always occurred frequently.
David stood on the spot, swaying his body to avoid the fist of the first person to hit him first, and the backhand hit was as fast as lightning.
Boom!
The football player's eyes were bulging, his face was as red as a boiled lobster, and he knelt down while clutching his stomach in pain, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.
The other rushed forward with his fists raised, and David turned his elbows neatly. He seemed to have been hit in the head by a baseball bat, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably and passed out.
"Oh!"
In less than two seconds, the two opponents were eliminated in an instant. Some people in the bar jumped in surprise and applauded.
"Beautiful!"
This young man is so powerful, is he a professional fighter?
[Shock from Clark + 8, Stunned + 9...]
David ignored the emotional reminders that he often omitted, and Whitney froze in place, looking at the two players who were beaten to the ground in disbelief.
"You..."
Clark was even more surprised. He never knew that his brother had this side.
"Let's go together."
Whitney and the two players who threw Clark to the ground rushed toward David.
Bang bang bang!
David's steps fluttered lightly like a butterfly, and the three of them didn't touch a piece of his clothes. His fists were as powerful as a bee's sting, and he knocked them down easily and neatly with three punches while walking in the courtyard.
The three fell to the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces.
"Impossible."
Whitney held his painful chest, his ribs seemed to be broken, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and rush to David.
He's just a guy who doesn't dare to participate in any activities on campus!
"Lie down, Whitney,"
as soon as he got up, David kicked him like an adult bullying a child, casually passed him who couldn't get up again, and walked towards Clark.
"As long as I use too much force, the purple skin color will show. But to deal with these people, I don't need more than ordinary people's strength."
The spectators at the bar saw him coming, and they all backed away not wanting to cause trouble, and gave him way.
"Where did you learn to fight? Dai... David."
A Kryptonian who had been exposed to kryptonite for a long time could even be life-threatening. Clark's neck's blue blood vessels swelled out abnormally, his face was pale, and he asked in surprise, enduring the pain.
He never knew that his younger brother had such powerful fighting skills.
"On TV."
David replied lightly, tearing off the necklace around his neck.
"On... TV?"
Clark didn't expect such an answer. Seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped holding on, rolled his eyes, and passed out.
Putting the necklace into his trouser pocket, David lifted the tall Clark with ease, turned, and left the bar, and everyone gave way.
Even if a fight affected the business, the owner of the bar did not dare to ask David to stay.
After some distance.
Under the cold moonlight, they arrived on a deserted road.
Clark on David's shoulders woke up dazedly, realizing that this was the way home, and struggled.
"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"