The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 103: What did you say?

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Looking at the sarcastic faces, Belle said angrily: "Quick! Clark! Say something!"

Clark looked calm.

He has seen this kind of thing so often that he has long been used to it.

But when the girl looked at the silent Clark, the anger in her eyes gradually turned into astonishment.

Why don't you speak

If it were anyone else, he would have retorted long ago.

"Don't you know it yet? He is a softie!"

"Hahaha!"

"Coward! Coward!"

"Shh!"

Listening to the ridicule, the shock in Belle's eyes turned into disgust and confusion.

Why don't you talk back

Could it be said that this is really a weakling? Did she make a mistake

Clark put on his headphones, threw the ball at his feet, stood up and walked out of the playground.

"Haha, he is a weakling! His father must also be a weakling to raise such a useless thing!"

Clark paused and turned to look at the boy who just spoke.

The boy looked at Clark mockingly, made a gesture, and said: "Come on, you coward, help me kick the ball over here! Be good!"

Clark took a deep breath, turned up the volume of the music, and stepped towards the ball.

Seeing this scene, Belle covered her mouth in surprise and disgust.

She really was wrong about Clark.

She had just transferred here, and she noticed the unique Clark at first sight, but she didn't expect Clark to be such a weak person.

Clark looked at the taunting boy, stood still in front of the football, and then... raised his feet!

"Whoosh!"

The black and white football flew past the boy's face with a strong wind, and then disappeared.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, and he looked at Clark in horror, while others also looked at Clark in shock.

That kick just now was too scary. If the football hit their faces...

Just thinking about it for a moment made these boys shiver unconsciously.

"Ha, hahaha! Did the kick go wrong? I thought you were so powerful! Return the ball to us!"

The boy swallowed and laughed at Clark again.

Clark stepped over.

"What do you want to do?"

The boy puffed up his chest and stared at Clark, while other people came over and surrounded Clark.

"what did you just say?"

Clark took off his headphones, looked at the other person and asked gently.

The boy looked at his companion, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I said you are a weakling!"

Clark shook his head and said, "No, what did you just say about my dad?"

"A cowardly son raised by a cowardly father, haha!"

Clark put on his headphones, and the rock music in his ears became more and more intense and violent, as if it was about to explode, but Clark became more and more calm, and his blue eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake.

Then, when no one expected it, he raised his hand...

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

The boy who spoke was slapped in the face by Clark and fell to the ground.

His head didn't explode, he didn't faint, he was just confused and his head was buzzing.

"How dare you hit me!"

The boy looked at Clark angrily and tried to stand up, but his legs were a little weak.

Clark nodded and said, "Yes, I will beat you."

"Fuck them all!"

The boy roared.

Seeing this, the boys who were stunned by Clark's slap clenched their fists and rushed towards Clark.

Clark raised his hand...

"Snapped!"

"Pop!"

"Bah bang bang!"

Clark is fair when it comes to one slap per person, and even under his control, the power of each slap is guaranteed to be exactly the same.

A few seconds later, people fell to the ground around Clark. They covered their right faces in unison and looked at Clark in horror, as if they were seeing a demon. Some even had tears in their eyes because of fear.

Clark looked down at the people and said, "Does it hurt?"

A group of boys nodded quickly.

Clark said calmly: "It hurts, just cry for me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand again.

Seeing this, the boys were actually so scared that they cried.

Clark put down his hand, looked at the other people on the playground who were already dumbfounded, and said to Belle who was already dumbfounded not far away: "Hey, Belle, you should call the teacher."

Belle turned around and ran away with a blank mind.

On the football field, Clark stood quietly, surrounded by his peers who were either sitting or lying on the ground crying. The scene was very spectacular.

Looking at this scene, Clark murmured: "In the future, no one will say those exaggerated words, right?"

He glanced at the people who were crying but did not dare to move, and raised his hands again.

The children quickly shut up.

Clark whispered: "Remember?"

Everyone nodded.

"The teacher will come soon, what do you say?"

Clark said calmly.

"Just say you can play football!"

"It fell!"

"I beat myself!"

Clark nodded.

He just didn't want to get to know them in general. After all, they were just kids of thirteen or fourteen years old.

But if you say he can, if you say his father, that's not okay.

His father told him that kindness is nature and kindness is a choice.

When his kindness is trampled on by others, and his kindness is regarded as weakness by others and becomes more excessive, he can put away his kindness and use his fists.

However, the strength of the fist must be controlled well.

Soon, the teacher came here.

When he asked, the children who were frightened by Clark gave their own reasons, but no one said that it was Clark who hit him.

The teacher could only call them to the office.

But no matter what he said, the kids were afraid to admit that Clark did it.

The image of Clark just slapping someone really scared them.

In the end, the matter had to be dropped.

After letting the children leave, the teacher looked at their backs as if they were fleeing, sighed and shook his head.

"Clark!" The teacher called to Clark and said with concern: "If they want to trouble you in the future, you can tell the teacher."

Clark nodded and said, "Thank you, teacher."

After saying that, Clark turned and left.

Tell the teacher

Then the teacher will definitely call the parents, and it will be those parents who will be beaten in the end.

Clark shrugged.

After school, Clark got on his car and rushed home.

What happened today had no impact on him, because he had encountered it many times over the years and was already used to it.

Suddenly, he stopped the car and looked towards an alley outside the school gate.

There were several tall and strong kids there who looked like high school students. They were surrounding two boys with obvious slap marks on their faces and pushing them hard.

With Clark's keen hearing, he could hear that they were trying to steal money.

Clark parked the car, picked up a few stones from the roadside, controlled his power, and threw the stones at the legs of the older children without anyone noticing.

Accompanied by several screams, the older children covered their legs and fell to the ground. The two boys who were robbed looked around in panic, turned around and ran away.

Clark looked at the two people's backs, smiled faintly, got on his car, and rushed home.