The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Friday, the weather was sunny.

The three Clarks arrived at school on time, and then separated to their respective classes.

They had thought it would be an uneventful day as well, but they didn’t expect it to happen in a way that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Charles pressed his stomach and ran into the bathroom. When he was released, the world became brighter.

He dragged his chin with both hands and cleaned his inventory slowly.

He wasn’t in a hurry to get to class, he had legitimate reasons, and besides, he hated the old man who was in class.

Always naming him to answer questions, wasn’t he just jealous that he was smart and cute?

Just after deciding to linger for five minutes, he would lift his pants and leave. By the way, to welcome the lunch break, the door of the bathroom was opened, a series of footsteps sounded, and then there was a sound of conversation.

“Physical education, physical education! Damn Clark is really an eye-catcher.”

“Every project is completed perfectly, it makes me sick.”

“Yeah.”

Hearing this, Charles laughed darkly.

It was his brother, so of course he was good.

Just as he was proud of that, he heard the man outside turn his words around and say something that made him furious.

“Turner also hates Clark because of what happened to Hope, and is planning to teach him a lesson after class later, are you guys going?”

“Really?”

“Of course it’s true, I plan to go, what about you guys?”

“How can I miss something so interesting?”

“Then let’s go, class will be over soon.”

“Go, go, go!”

“Make sure to give him a good show!”

The footsteps were far away, Charles hurriedly wiped his ass, pushed open the door of the cubicle with his pants and looked, and after seeing those people were not there, he quickly ran outside.

These people were so annoying that they tried to bully his brother.

Although he knew Clark’s strength, even if these people ten times more is not an opponent, but Clark out of the fight is another issue.

“You must not be so stupid as not to fight back!”

With a whisper, Charles ran toward Eric’s classroom.

The bell rang, and when the teacher walked out of the classroom, Charles immediately rushed in and dragged Eric, who was full of puzzlement, out.

“What are you doing?”

Eric looked at the angry Charles and panicked a little.

Could it be that he wanted him to pay back the money?

Thinking of this, Eric righteously said, “I’m telling you, I don’t want money, I want…”

“Shut up!” Charles glared back at Eric and quickly said, “There are a lot of people who are looking for trouble with Clark.”

“What? Looking for trouble with brother?” Eric’s eyes glared and backhandedly dragged Charles, saying anxiously, “Then why are you dawdling?”

They were anxious, with their knowledge of Clark, if someone bullied Clark, because of the fear of poor force control, Clark would not fight back.

But the Kent family, how will let people bully for nothing?

The two youngsters rushed angrily toward the corner of the school.

Meanwhile, Clark was blocked by a scrawny boy.

“Clark! Help me!”

The boy was full of fear and blocked Clark’s path like a little chicken after a rain shower.

Clark looked at the other boy gently and said, “What is it?”

The boy was from their class and was usually bullied, and Clark had helped him twice before.

The boy said nervously, “Can I come with you?”

Clark nodded and followed the boy.

But the further he walked, the more Clark’s brow furrowed.

Further on, there was the alleyway in the school.

The rumours about the place were, of course, known to him, so ……

It was a trap.

So, he stopped in his tracks.

The boy leading the way turned around in panic, then looked into Clark’s calm eyes and said in alarm, “Come on, why don’t you go, you’ll be there soon.”