Chapter 8 I’m overthinking it (3k)

A bar full of feasting and dancing.

After escaping from home, Clark's walking dead walked in. Unable to accept the reality, he now wanted to get drunk and forget everything.

I heard people say that when you are drunk you can think about nothing.

"You are only eighteen years old, and state law prohibits the sale of hard liquor to you."

The bartender glanced at Clark's ID, raised his eyes and said, "Want a beer?"

"As long as it's wine."

After taking back his ID, Clark, who was in despair, urged the bartender to get it quickly.

On the dance floor, men and women were dancing with passion, and there were people in the booths playing drinking games excitedly.

All the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him. Clark only felt lost and lonely, like a lone wolf lost with the pack.

Unspeakable pain filled my heart.

"Is everything fake?"

Recalling the scenes of my past life with my parents and younger brother.

He never belonged to that family, and he didn't even belong to the planet he grew up on.

When he was a child, Clark once wondered why others could not lift a truck and would be injured if they fell from several floors of a small building. His parents and younger brother were also different from him. Now he has the answer.

Because he has no blood relationship with his father and younger brother.

"I'm just an alien monster picked up by my parents."

Beside the dimly lit bar, Clark's eyes were red and he looked absently at Clark Kent's name on his ID card.

His surname is not Kent at all, and his name should not even be in this form. He should have a name that is weird in the eyes of earthlings.

Among the billions of people on the earth, no one is his kin, no one is his hometown...

"Why?"

Clark, who was extremely emotionally unstable, clenched his fists angrily. Was this God fooling him?

Why is he not from Earth? Why can't he be a relative connected by blood with his parents and younger brother?

How he hoped that everything his father told him today was false. When he woke up tomorrow morning, he could still taste the apple pie carefully made by his mother. He could still ride the school bus to school with his brother and bicker with each other, and come back to help his father with some farm work. The days are dull and fulfilling.

"Why should my life be suddenly shattered."

Suddenly telling him this bad news, how could he go back to that home and enjoy his parents' love for him with peace of mind.

The confused and angry Clark suddenly felt the urge to vent his anger by punching and destroying.

at this time.

"Clark!"

A hand patted his shoulder.

"It's really you."

Clark turned to look, and saw Whitney and several team members holding beers in their hands, with evil smiles on their faces, as if they saw the weak rabbit's hounds, vaguely surrounding him.

"Clark, why are you drinking alone here?"

Whitney held a beer in one hand and put her arm around Clark's neck, as if very intimate, but her arms were secretly strong.

"Whitney, don't bother me now."

To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched so painfully, remained motionless. His body seemed to be made of steel, and he opened Whitney's hand.

Although someone just wanted to destroy something to vent, someone came up to provoke him, but the future Superman, who has been taught well by the Jonathans for more than ten years and has a kind heart, resisted and did not fight back.

"I have good news for you, Clark."

Whitney was staggered, and the beer in his hand sloshed and spilled to the ground. He felt humiliated in front of everyone and was very angry.

"I've decided that this year's scarecrow will be you!"

His eyes signaled several football players to put down their beers and take Clark away by force.

"I told you, don't mess with me!"

The loud rock music in the bar penetrated his ears. Clark stood up suddenly and grabbed Whitney's collar. There was anger in his eyes, and he could hardly control his desire to take action.

But suddenly, Whitney's collar was pulled open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.

Kryptonite radiation enveloped him.

"ah……"

Clark lost all his divine power rapidly, and his expression was uncomfortable and painful. The hand close to the kryptonite even had abnormal blood vessel protrusions that turned green, as if he had been poisoned.

In the flickering light, Whitney didn't notice this, punched the weak man to the ground, and straightened his clothes in contempt.

"So what if I mess with you, Clark."

He knelt down and grabbed Clark, his low voice filled with jealousy and ferocity.

"I have long noticed the way you look at my girlfriend, and I know what you are thinking.

Whose girlfriend do you think she is? "

The high school football game is coming soon, and Lana gives her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace she has worn since childhood, hoping to show her love and protect him from overcoming obstacles in the game, winning the championship, and being discovered by scouts.

As a result, Clark once again tasted the power of kryptonite.

"You really want her necklace?"

Noticing that the uncomfortable Clark had been staring at the necklace around his neck, thinking that he was jealous and sour in his heart, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him severely.

"Then I'll give it to you. You can only get so close to Lana."

"Take him away."

He stood up and greeted several football players, then lifted Clark, who was even more miserable, out of the back door.

There are many people here, and Whitney is going to take Clark to a remote cornfield and teach him a lesson.

"I will teach you to put away your wishful thinking!"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have no emotion came.

"Where are you taking Clark? Whitney."

"David?"

Seeing a figure walking slowly with his hands in the pockets of a brown jacket, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.

"Since you took the initiative to send me to my door, I will take you with me."

Let Clark see how he implicated his brother because of his inappropriate thoughts.

David's expression remained calm, as if he didn't hear what he was about to do.

"David, let's go."

Clark, whose body was awkwardly held up and was too weak to even stand firm, saw his brother endure the pain and quickly shouted, "You can't beat them."

Whitney was in a group of five, each of whom was a strong football player. He didn't want to see his younger brother being bullied.

[Eagerness from Clark +18, Regret +13,...]

"I originally thought that you might not be able to bear what happened today, so you would degenerate and take another path, causing some trouble for your family."

Ignoring Whitney and the others, David looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said slowly.

"Now it seems I was overthinking it, Clark."

Even facing several high school students holding kryptonite, he was still defeated.

"superior."

Seeing his attitude of ignoring her, Whitney couldn't help but feel angry.

"Show him how powerful you are."

Two tall and muscular rugby players with fierce faces pounced on him like wolves and tigers, one on the left and the other on the right, punching him.

The movement at the bar finally attracted the attention of some people. Many people looked over, clapped their hands and cheered, and it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Okay, let's fight!"

Fights always happen in places like bars.

David stood on the spot, swaying his body to avoid the fist of the first person, and struck out with a backhand as fast as lightning.

Bang!

The rugby player's eyes were bulging and his face was as red as a cooked lobster. He clutched his stomach in pain and fell to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

The other one rushed forward with his fist raised. David turned around and elbowed neatly and beautifully. He fell to the ground uncontrollably as if he had been hit in the head by a baseball bat, and passed out.

"oh!"

In less than two seconds, two opponents were eliminated in an instant. Some people in the bar jumped in surprise and applauded.

"pretty!"

This young man is so powerful, is he a professional fighter?

[Shock from Clark +8, astonishment +9...]

David ignored the emotional reminders that he often omitted, and Whitney froze in place, looking at the two players who were beaten down in disbelief.

"you……"

Clark was even more surprised. He had never known that his brother had this side.

"Go together."

Whitney charged at David along with the two team members who threw Clark to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

David's steps were as light as a butterfly, and the three of them didn't touch a corner of his clothes. His fists were as powerful as bee stings. He knocked them down easily and neatly with three punches while strolling in the courtyard.

The three of them fell to the ground with bruises and swollen faces.

"impossible."

Whitney held his chest in severe pain. His ribs seemed to have been broken. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and rush towards David again.

He's just a guy who doesn't dare to participate in any activities on campus!

"Just lie still, Whitney,"

As soon as he got up, David kicked him over like an adult bullying a child. He casually passed him, who was unable to get up, and walked towards Clark.

“Whenever you apply too much force, your skin color will show.

But to deal with these people, it doesn't take more than ordinary people's strength. "

The people watching the excitement in the bar saw him approaching, and they all backed away to make way for him if they didn't want to cause trouble.

Can retired Navy SEALs be so good?

"Where did you learn fighting? Dai...David."

For Kryptonians, long-term exposure to Kryptonite can even be life-threatening. Clark's blue blood vessels in his neck burst out abnormally, his face turned pale, and he endured the pain and asked in surprise.

He never knew that his brother had such powerful fighting skills.

"On TV."

David replied calmly, pulling off the necklace from his neck.

"On...TV?"

Clark didn't expect such an answer. Seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped holding on, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Putting the necklace into his trouser pocket, David carried the tall Clark with ease, turned around and left the bar, and everyone gave way.

Even if there was a fight that affected the business, the bar owner did not dare to ask David to stay.

Go some distance.

Under the cold moonlight, we arrived on the deserted road.

Clark on David's shoulder woke up in a daze, realized that this was the way home, and struggled.

"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"

There is something going on at home, I owe a thousand words, I will make up for it later.