The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 103: What did you say?

Chapter 103: What did you say?

Looking at a sneering face, Belle gasped: Quick! Clark! Say something!

Clark had a calm face.

He had seen this kind of thing so many times that he had long been used to it.

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

Why not say anything?

If it were anyone else, they would have returned the favour.

You dont know it yet, do you? Hes a bastard!

Hahahaha!

Soft egg! Soft-ass!

Shhh!

Listening to the ridicule, the astonishment in Belles eyes turned into disgust and incomprehension.

Why didnt you tell me?

Did it mean that this was really a bastard? Had she looked away?

Clark put on his headphones, dropped the ball casually at his feet, and got up to walk outside the playground.

Ha ha, hes a bummer! His father must be a bummer too, in order to raise such a useless thing!

Clark took a step and turned to look at the boy who had just spoken.

The boy looked at Clark mockingly, gestured and said, Come on, wimp, help me kick the ball over! Good boy!

Clark took a deep breath, turned up the volume of the music and then took a step toward the ball.

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

She had really misjudged Clark.

Having just transferred here, she had noticed the different Clark at a glance, but hadnt expected Clark to be such a weakling.

Clark looked at the boy with the mocking face, stood still in front of the soccer and lifted his foot!

Whoosh!

The black and white soccer ball with a gust of wind flew past the boys face and

And then disappeared.

The boys forehead appeared a cold sweat, looking at Clark in horror, while others also looked at Clark in shock.

That kick just now was too scary, if the soccer hit their faces

Just thinking about it, these boys unconsciously shivered.

Ha, ha ha ha! The kick was crooked, right? I thought how good you were! Give us back our ball!

The boy swallowed and laughed at Clark again.

Clark took a step forward.

What do you want?

The boy puffed out his chest and glared at Clark, while the others came over and surrounded Clark.

What did you just say?

Clark asked gently as he took off his headphones and looked at his partner.

The boy looked at his companion and said, with the corners of his mouth twitching, I said you are a soft guy!

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

A softie son raised by a softie dad, Ha ha!

Clark brought up his headphones. The rock music in his ears was getting more and more intense and violent, like it was going to explode, but Clark was getting calmer and calmer, a pair of blue eyes like a frozen lake.

And then, when no one was expecting it, he raised his hand

Pop!

There was a crunching sound.

The boy who had spoken was slapped in the face by Clark and then fell straight to the ground.

The head didnt explode. The person didnt pass out, just a little confused. The head was buzzing.

Dont you dare 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 hit you.

All of you!

The boy roared out angrily.

Seeing this, the boys who were frozen by Clarks slap, clenched their fists and rushed towards Clark.

Clark raised his hand

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

A slap on the wrist for each one, Clark was fair, even under his control. Each slap swung out with a force that was guaranteed to be no less than a hairs breadth.

A few seconds later, Clark around the fallen people, they move in unison covering the right side of their face. They were looking at Clark in horror and even some people have tears in their eyes because of fear.

Clark looked at several people from a high position and said, Does it hurt?

The group of boys quickly nodded their heads.

Clark said indifferently: Does it hurt? Just give me a cry!

Saying that, he raised his hand again.

Seeing this, the boys actually cried out in fear.

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

Belles head went blank and she turned and ran.

On the soccer field, Clark stood quietly, surrounded by sitting, or lying down on the ground of his peers crying in pain, the scene was spectacular.

Looking at the scene, Clark muttered, In the future, no one should say those excessive words, right?

He swept his eyes at the crowd who were crying, but did not dare to move, and raised his hand again.

The children hastily shut their mouths.

Clark said softly, Do you remember?

The crowd nodded their heads.

When the teacher comes later, what will you say?

Clark said faintly.

Just say that the kicker kicked the ball!

Dropped it!

Hit myself!

Clark nodded.

He just didnt want to be general with them, after all, it was just some 13 or 14 year olds.

But talking about him was okay, talking about his father, that wasnt.

His father had said to him that kindness was a nature and goodwill was a choice.

When his kindness is trampled on, and his kindness is taken as weakness by others and becomes more excessive, he can put away his kindness and take out his fist.

But, the strength of the fist should be mastered.

Soon, the teacher came to the place.

When he asked, the children who were frightened by Clark gave their reasons, but just none of them said that Clark hit them.

The teacher could only call them to the office.

But no matter what he said, those kids didnt dare to admit that Clark did it.

The image of Clark just slapping a person was really scary to them.

In the end, the matter could only be closed.

Let the children leave, the teacher looked at the crowd fled like the back, sighed and shook his head.

Clark! The teacher called out 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.

With those words, Clark turned around and left.

Tell the teacher?

Then the teacher would definitely call the parents, and the parents would be the ones who ended up getting beaten up.

Clark shrugged his shoulders.

After school, Clark got on his bike and headed home.

What happened today didnt affect him in any way, because he had encountered it quite a few times over the years and had long since gotten used to it.

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

There were several tall, strong, big kids who looked like high school students, were surrounding two boys with obvious slap marks on their faces, pushing hard that they.

With Clarks keen hearing, he could hear that they were robbing money.

Clark parked the car, picked up several rocks from the roadside, controlled his power, and threw them at the legs of the older kids without anyone noticing.

With several screams, the older kids fell to the ground with their legs covered, and the two boys who were robbed looked around in panic and turned to run.

Clark looked at the backs of the two men, smiled faintly, got on his car and hurried toward home.