"I don't eat sugar!"
Clark shrank his hand, avoiding the Joker's hand.
Suddenly, he remembered the story his father told him, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen something interesting, and he said loudly: "You want to kidnap me with candy, you are not a good person, you are a human trafficker!"
The clown's eyes widened.
Damn this little thing!
Seeing that there were people around him attracted by Clark's cry, he felt fierce in his heart, grabbed Clark forcefully, held Clark in his arms, and ran away.
Clark looked at the other person angrily and said, "Let me go, or I'll be rude to you!"
"You're welcome?" The clown sneered: "In a moment, I'll let you know what you're welcome."
Clark opened his mouth, and the Joker thought Clark wanted to cry for help, so he hurriedly covered Clark's mouth.
Clark rolled his eyes and raised his fist.
The clown sneered. He could hit him a hundred and eighty times with just this small fist, and he wouldn't even blink.
but…
"boom!"
Clark punched the Joker in the chin.
The clown's eyes popped out, he screamed, and fell backwards. Before he hit the ground, several teeth flew out.
"Bah! Bah!" Clark jumped off the clown, opened his mouth to spit, and muttered: "Your hands smell so bad!"
The Joker covered his broken jaw, looked at Clark in horror, and whimpered.
When the people around saw this scene, they gathered around curiously.
Seeing this, the clown got up from the ground in horror, covered his mouth, and was about to run away.
Clark rolled his eyes and shouted: "Catch him quickly! I don't know him, he wants to take me away!"
Hearing this, the people around him couldn't understand what happened, and immediately stopped the other party. Some of the hot-tempered ones even used their fists to greet each other's face affectionately.
Clark chuckled, got out of the crowd, pretended that nothing happened, and sat down on the bench obediently.
"Huh?" Raven, who walked out of the bathroom, looked at this scene, frowned, walked quickly to Clark, and said, "What's going on? Are you okay?"
Clark shook his head, wiped his mouth with his little hand, and said, "Auntie, take me to wash up."
With that said, he jumped down from the bench, dragging the confused Raven with him and ran towards the bathroom.
…
When the stars dotted the sky and complemented the lights of Las Vegas, turning the area into a paradise, the three of them were soaked in the night fog and fell from the sky.
"Let's go have a drink! Celebrate Stryker going to hell."
As soon as they got off the plane, Remy LeBeau extended an invitation to the two of them.
"Hiss!" Logan took a deep breath of cigarette and said, "No problem!"
The two looked at Mike.
Mike shrugged and said, "I have to see my son."
He hadn't seen the little guy for almost two days, and he already missed his cute little face.
Logan patted Mike on the shoulder to express his understanding, but Remy LeBeau looked at Mike in surprise: "Are you already in the grave?"
"Haha... you can do it too."
Mike waved to the two of them, turned around and left, saying, "See you again when you have a chance."
Logan yelled, "Thanks, Mike."
Mike paused, turned to Logan and said, "Call me if you have any trouble."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mike quickened his pace and disappeared into the night under the gaze of the two people.
Rose Hotel.
Mike pushed open the door and walked in. He came to Clark's door. When he was about to open the door, he paused, straightened his clothes, patted his face, and then took out the key and opened the door.
"Whoosh!"
A long and powerful leg kicked toward Mike's head like a whip.
Mike's eyelids twitched, but he didn't mean to avoid it.
Sure enough, the leg stopped next to Mike's ear.
"Aren't you afraid of being kicked stupid?"
Raven looked at Mike angrily.
Mike smiled.
Raven rolled her eyes and gently rubbed her slender legs on Mike's ears.
Mike was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Raven to do this.
Raven looked at Mike, her slender legs were put on Mark's shoulders, but she slowly leaned over.
at this time…
"dad!"
Clark rubbed his eyes and sat up from his bed, watching Mike scream in surprise, and then froze after seeing the postures of Mike and Raven.
Mike and Raven looked embarrassed.
Clark suddenly closed his eyes and said loudly: "Dad, where are you?"
As soon as he fell down, the quilt was pulled up, and he snored loudly.
"puff!"
Raven couldn't help but laugh, put her legs down from Mike, and muttered: "Little man!"
Mike stepped back, coughed slightly, and said, "He didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"
"Clark is very obedient." He glanced sideways at Mike and said, "Much more obedient than you."
Mike nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work these past two days."
Raven blinked playfully, turned to Mike, and said, "How are you going to repay me?"
"Didn't I rescue someone for you?"
Raven glared at Mike, snorted coldly, pushed Mike away from the door, strode out, and closed the door with a bang.
Mike gave a wry smile.
Clark looked at Mike with his eyes open: "Dad, why is Aunt Raven angry?"
"You'll understand when you grow up."
"Oh, woman!"
Clark sighed and sat up from his bed.
"Haha!" Mike walked towards Clark with a smile, sat on the bed, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "What do you know?"
Clark stuck out his tongue, hugged Mike, yawned, and said, "Let me tell you, Aunt Raven took me to the amusement park today, and she and I..."
Clark's voice became smaller and smaller as he talked about what happened today...
Mike smiled slightly, put the little guy on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and walked into the bathroom.
…
The next day, the sky was clear and sunny, and it was good weather again.
After Mike washed up, he squeezed the toothpaste for Clark. He looked back and saw that the little guy was still hugging the quilt, drooling and sleeping soundly. He coughed lightly and said, "Hey, braised pork."
"Braised pork! Where is it?"
Clark opened his eyes suddenly, yelled, and jumped up.
"Ha ha!"
Clark looked at Mike resentfully and said, "Dad! You lied to me again!"
Patting Clark on the head, Mike said: "Get up, wash up, have breakfast, and then we'll leave."
"Go?" Clark tilted his head and rubbed his eyes: "Are we going home?"
Mike responded.
"But hasn't our home been bombed?"
Mike pulled Clark out of bed and said, "Let's go back to New York."
"Oh..." Clark, who was still confused, widened his eyes, looked at Mike, and said in surprise: "New York?"
"Yes, back to New York."
"But Dad, didn't you say you should go home?"
"There is also dad's home in New York." Mike pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go quickly! Otherwise, you won't be able to catch the plane."
"Oh yeah!"
Clark cheered and trotted towards the bathroom.