American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

When Peter returned to the farm, what he saw was Azu standing helplessly in front of the unconscious Clark.

Walking quickly in front of Clark, Peter picked him up and asked Azu: "What happened, Azu?"

"I I didn't mean it"

Azu was obviously frightened, and he stammered, "I accidentally threw the lawnmower into the sky, and it fell down and hit Clark."

"Dad, I...I didn't mean it."

He thought Clark was hit by him and might not be able to move again.

Peter checked Clark's body, and after confirming that Clark was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, John, I know you didn't mean it."

Peter reached up and stroked his hair, "But we have to take Clark to the hospital."

He asked Azu to go to the room and take out Clark's clothes while he drove.

Although he knew that Clark's body of steel could not be sent to a new life by a lawn mower, he still went to the hospital for a check-up just in case.

At Smallville Central Hospital, the doctor was examining Clark's body when Jonathan and Martha pushed the door open and came in.

"Clark!"

When Martha saw Clark cooperating with the doctor obediently, she came over excitedly and hugged him.

"Great, Clark you're okay."

The doctor put down the stethoscope and said to Martha: "Mrs. Kent, Clark is in good condition now. Nothing is wrong."

"Thanks."

Martha thanked the doctor profusely.

Peter next to him pushed Azu, who had his head lowered.

Azu walked to Martha anxiously, "I'm sorry, Auntie, it was me who caused Clark to be injured."

Seeing Azu's remorseful look, Martha squatted down and held his hand to comfort him: "It's not your fault, John. I know you didn't mean it."

She had seen Azu's laser cutting of a human body when he was a child, and knew Azu's superpowers.

Comforting Azu, she looked at Clark with worried eyes.

Clark was hit by such a heavy lawnmower and was fine, which shows that he is not an ordinary person like Azu.

She originally planned to let Clark go to school soon, but now it seems that she needs to discuss the matter with Jonathan and Peter carefully.

Half an hour later.

Azu followed his father out of the hospital. He had not yet gotten over the feeling of self-blame.

Birds were chirping in the streets and bees were humming.

The air was filled with the fragrance of honeysuckle, and his eyes were bright, but Azu felt in an extremely bad mood.

He hates the sun and the blue sky.

Damn the birds and the bees, why don't you find a nook in the back to hang out?

"Azu?"

The last sentence was muttered by Azu. After Peter heard it, he immediately glared at him, "Did you say dirty words just now?"

This naughty kid can still say dirty words now? !

Is this what he would say at his age?

Azu muttered these words and immediately realized that he had gotten into trouble.

Seeing the unkind look Peter gave him, he immediately became frightened.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I."

He subconsciously protected his butt.

Peter did not attack Azu's butt, but squatted down and asked him: "Tell Dad, who did you learn this sentence from?"

Seeing Peter's serious expression, Azu became even more uneasy.

He knew that when his father's face turned serious, it meant he was angry.

"Sam Jones Jr."

Azu murmured the culprit behind it.

Peter thought for a moment, this was the black boy who lived near Lana's house.

"Don't play with this black boy again."

He didn't like black people.

What if this kid infects Azu with the black man’s ways?

Thinking about how Azu would talk in black slang and fly like a leaf every day in the future, he suddenly felt that his whole person was not good.

"Okay, okay."

Azu nodded.

Soon he remembered something again, "Dad, is Clark the same as me?"

After being hit by a lawnmower, Clark was fine after a short sleep. He felt that Clark was not a normal person.

Peter nodded and said to him: "He is just like you. You are both talented people and you are also brothers."

"but."

Azu said tangledly: "He is not dad's biological son, I am."

He originally thought that his advantage over Clark was that he inherited his father's talent.

Now that Clark has also awakened his talent, he feels that his status may not be guaranteed.

Peter looked at the troubled Azu in surprise.

Does this kid care so much about his own child?

If he knew that he was sent by a spaceship, wouldn't his mentality explode?

I need to find an opportunity to psychologically counsel this kid on his concept of blood relations.

"Yes, Azu, you are daddy's son and you always will be."

Peter comforted him a few words and turned the topic to the lawnmower, "Think about it, Azu, if the lawnmower you threw out didn't hit Clark, would it have killed someone?"

Azu nodded dejectedly.

Peter continued to guide him: "So you want to go to school. If you lose control in a moment, you may hurt your classmates. Isn't this a big disaster?"

Azu said "hmm" and felt that what his father said made sense.

"So...our training cannot stop."

Peter had trained him and Clark to concentrate before, but the effect was not obvious. It seemed that the difficulty needed to be increased.

Padraic Farm at night.

Azu was drinking milk while trying to crush the shells of raw eggs in his hand.

Peter said he had no control over his strength when he was emotional.

So when he drinks milk (Azu will show a perverted expression when drinking milk), he tries to crush the egg shell without crushing the yolk inside.

Although he can do it under normal conditions, when drinking milk, he can't focus on the eggs in his hand.

"Crack!"

Looking at the crushed egg in his hand, Azu held his face and picked up another egg helplessly.

at the same time.

Officer Lane received a call late at night: another jewelry store in the town had been robbed.

When we drove to the jewelry store, the police were already conducting on-site inspections.

"Did that guy do it again?"

Looking at the messy scene, Officer Lane asked the police officer in charge at the scene.

Similar cases, including the robbery of the Luther family bank, have occurred three times today.

"It's very possible that no one can have such strength to tear open the iron door."

The policeman in charge of the scene pointed to the store door that was torn open by sharp claws.

"What is this? A werewolf?"

Officer Lane chuckled and shook his head, "We don't have the legend of werewolves here."

"Is there surveillance on site?"

he continued to ask.

"No, the surveillance was destroyed in advance, so no image clues were left."

"This is really bad!"

As he spoke, Officer Lane walked to the broken glass and picked up a green crystal-sized stone from the ground.

"What's this?"