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

"Then you can die!"

The senior student wearing the ring stretched out his fist to hit Clark.

Clark easily grabbed the opponent's wrist with his dynamic vision that was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Although he wanted to punch this annoying guy in the face as his godfather said.

But he thought of his father's words to him, "Hide your ability."

Clark, who was struggling violently in his heart, did not control the strength of the other party's hand, causing the other party to scream.

"Ah! Damn it! Let go! Let go!"

The student wearing the ring struggled to get his wrist out of Clark's hand.

But no matter how he struggled, his wrist was like being cast in Clark's hand and could not be shaken at all.

The scream woke Clark up from his dream and he immediately let go of the other party's hand.

The student wearing the ring looked at his right hand that was in pain, and he was both shocked and angry.

He did not expect Clark to have such amazing strength.

"Bang!"

The accomplice next to him saw that the boss had suffered a loss, and stepped forward and pushed Clark viciously.

Clark fell heavily to the ground, hitting the metal wire mesh with a dull sound.

Just as several people were about to beat Clark up, the students whose wrists were pinched stopped them.

"Forget it, let's go."

"But, Tang, your hand."

Tang looked down at his swollen wrist, and glanced at Clark with some fear, "This kid is lucky, we still have work to do, let's go."

Although several people were unwilling, they could only leave indignantly.

And Adrian, another classmate who was saved by him, was scared and ran away as soon as he saw Clark's amazing strength.

Clark leaned against the wall with his back and took a deep breath to calm down.

"Are you okay?"

A somewhat unfamiliar figure suddenly stood in front of Clark and stretched out his hand to him.

Clark looked up in surprise and saw a little fat boy with freckles on his face.

"Dal?"

The other party was Dal who bullied him last time and was pushed down the slide by A Zu.

Dal stretched out his hand with a complicated expression and pulled Clark up from the ground.

"That's Don Haggerty, he's in the fifth grade, last time I saw them kick a student onto the road."

After the two walked along the road for a few minutes, Dale lowered his head and said to Clark: "I heard that he wears two big rings on his right hand, one is his brother's high school graduation ring, and the other is one he made himself when he was in the craft class. He often breaks people's lips with the rings."

"Dal, I... I don't understand."

Clark wanted to ask why the other party pulled him up.

Dal stopped, exhaled and looked at Clark, "I saw you and John pushing the school bus to the shore."

Hearing Dale's words, Clark was stunned.

"I didn't tell anyone, not even my mother."

Dal looked at him with awe and gratitude, "Claire's mother said you are God's miracle, God's manifestation, she was so fanatical when she said this."

He stammered to Clark, "That's not a miracle, it's you and John who saved us, I don't think we should thank God, but you."

"Don't worry, Clark, I'll keep it a secret for you, I swear."

As if seeing Clark's worry, Dale took the initiative to promise that he would keep this secret for the two of them forever.

Clark was a little confused, but still thanked him: "Thank you, Dale."

Night.

Don Haggerty rode his bicycle to his home.

The night had not yet completely fallen, and the direction of the road could be vaguely identified.

Riding a bicycle, Don Haggerty looked at the ring made in the handicraft class on his right hand.

There were two intertwined English letters DB engraved on it, DB stands for Dead Bugs, a heavy metal band he admired very much.

He looked away from the ring and looked at the swollen wrist on his right hand.

His originally good mood suddenly turned bad.

He planned to investigate the details of this guy named "Clark" before dealing with him.

The night wind blew and blew on his back. He felt a little cold and suddenly felt uneasy.

It seemed that something was following him behind him, which was getting darker and darker.

His heart was beating so hard, and he always felt nervous when he heard the sound of his heart beating in his ears, wrists and chest.

Sometimes he even felt that this was not a diastolic and systolic pump at all, but a large tachometer in his left chest, with the pointer approaching the red alert zone.

Stopping his bike, Don Haggerty looked back nervously.

Everything behind him was normal.

He turned around after swallowing and continued to pedal his bike forward.

In order to relieve the sudden uneasiness and fear in his heart, he took out his lighter and prepared to smoke a cigarette to relieve his mood.

Although he was a fifth-grade student, he had already learned the skill of smoking without a teacher.

"Click!"

The sound of a lighter being turned on rang out, breaking the dark night.

The next second, a black shadow suddenly pounced on him.

"Bang!"

Don Haggerty, who had no time to scream, was thrown to the ground with a dull sound.

Soon, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

"You seem to be worried, Clark."

Peter, who was having dinner at Padrick Farm, asked Clark, who seemed absent-minded.

"I almost got into a fight with someone, Godfather."

Clark put down his knife, looked up and said to him: "I don't know why, I know I should restrain my thoughts of helping others, but I still can't ignore the difficulties others encounter. I always disappoint people, Godfather."

Peter glanced at Zu, who was also confused, and made sure that the other party should not know what happened to Clark.

"Saving is not a wrong thing, Clark."

"But I don't understand why Dad keeps asking me to turn a blind eye."

Clark got stuck in a dead end because of what happened during the day.

On the one hand, he agreed with his father's "hiding his ability", but because of Dale's words, he felt that he shouldn't think too much about helping others.

Peter asked him: "So you think there is something wrong with Jonathan's words, right, Clark."

"No, I just..."

Clark didn't know how to describe it.

"Your father's most important identity is a father. He is also a human being and a devout believer. He has desires, selfishness, fear, and entanglement. I am the same, Clark."

"As a father, he understands your kindness, so he can accept your talent, but what does this ability mean to other people who have desires, fears, and selfishness?"

Although Peter was a little troubled by Jonathan's stubbornness, he also admitted that he was a responsible father.

"You and John, because of your power, people will believe in you as gods, admire you, and believe in you unconditionally."

"But at the same time, people will also regard you as a threat, fear you, and doubt you without reason because of your power, but most people will never understand you."

"You will gain as much love as you don't understand, and you will gain as much hate as you don't understand."

After a pause, Peter looked into the eyes of the two and said slowly:

"Sometimes in order not to cause greater chaos and sacrifice, you have to be forced to ignore the sacrifice in front of you. This is what Jonathan is trying to teach you, Clark, just as if you didn't push the school bus at the beginning, there would be no kidnapping incident later."

The two boys were shocked to hear Peter say so much for the first time.

After a while, Clark asked Peter: "Godfather, do you think so too?"

Peter shook his head, "Not absolutely."

He picked up the coffee and said to the two: "I won't ask you to sacrifice, nor do I want you to be gods who are loved and hated by others."

He doesn't have the same awareness as Jonathan.

"Dad."

A Zu suddenly raised his head and said in a firm tone: "If necessary, I can sacrifice for Dad."

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