Chapter 37 Gray’s Plan

late at night.

In a gym full of iron equipment, a figure is sitting on a stool, holding a dumbbell in his hand and swinging slowly.

"ah!"

He frowned and used his arms to lift the dumbbell.

But there was a pain from the bones that were connected in the hospital.

"hiss."

Whitney gasped. The pain prevented him from holding the dumbbell tightly. He only heard a "clang" and the dumbbell hit the floor with a dull sound.

"Shet!"

Whitney roared and stood up, kicking the dumbbell away angrily. Geno's cold face flashed in his mind, his eyes full of resentment.

"Geno Luther! I must take revenge!"

If it weren't for Geno, he would still be the captain of the football team and still a popular figure on campus.

"interesting."

A cold voice sounded behind him, Whitney was startled, her body trembled, and her eyes fell on the transparent glass.

He saw a man in a black jacket standing behind him with his arms folded.

"G-Grey?"

Whitney was a little surprised at Gray's changes. The previously short and ugly little man had not only grown taller, but his cheeks had also become soft and smooth.

But then he thought of the news that had spread throughout the town in the afternoon: Mrs. Ted had been killed, and the murderer seemed to be her son Gray.

I'm staying with a murderer!

"You, what do you want to do?"

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his teeth were chattering, and fear was growing in his heart, as if countless ghosts were surrounding him, making the air in the room cold several degrees.

Gray waved his hand: "Haha, don't be nervous, Whitney."

He licked the corner of his mouth: "Originally, I planned to eat you to regain my strength, but I changed my mind."

"You hate Keno and I hate him too. We are friends."

While talking, Gray opened the refrigerator in Whitney's house, picked up the cold beef, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Whitney also hates Keno, which makes Gray plan to let Whitney go.

After eating and drinking, Gray wiped the raw meat foam from the corners of his mouth.

"I hope you will rot in your stomach tonight."

After threatening Whitney with cruel eyes, Gray slowly opened the window.

"Wait a minute!" Whitney gritted her teeth and suppressed her fear: "You mean you hate Gino, but what about Clark?"

Gray frowned slightly, rotated his neck a terrifying 180 degrees and turned to stare at Whitney. Under the other's frightened gaze, Gray said quietly: "I hate it too."

As a love rival, Gray couldn't see the love for Lana in Clark's eyes, but Lana was his, and any man who dared to touch Lana would die!

"Okay, I can help you." Whitney's eyes gradually became firmer.

"help me?"

Gray sneered and looked at Whitney from bottom to top, as if looking at another piece of indescribable garbage.

"Wait a minute, I know Clark's weakness!" Whitney could see the contempt in Gray's heart, but he still endured the humiliation and said: "My ex-girlfriend once had a necklace."

"Shut up!" Gray frowned, stretched out his arm and tapped Whitney: "Call her name!"

Whitney gritted her teeth: "Well, Lana once had an emerald necklace that she wore every time. I found that whenever Lana was close to Clark, his face would turn extremely pale."

"It seems." Whitney recalled the scene every time Lana was close to Clark: "It seems that every time Clark is close to Lana, she will be very weak."

"Until this morning Lana and I broke up and she met Clark, but Clark wasn't affected in any way."

"And that day, Lana happened to lose her necklace."

Whitney gave her own reasoning, and it was logical.

Listening to Whitney's explanation, Gray raised his brows, and flashed through his mind the scene where he observed Lana every day. It seemed that as long as Lana came close to her with that necklace, Clark would be weak.

Thinking back to the scene where he was violently beaten by Geno tonight, Clark was able to take a punch from Geno, which meant that the opponent was not an ordinary person.

While thinking about it, a vicious plan was brewing in Gray's mind.

With a cruel smile on his lips, Gray stared at Whitney and said, "Describe the appearance of that necklace in detail."

Whitney thought for a moment and said: "Listen to Lana, that necklace is a memorial left to her by her family. Every night, it emits a dazzling green light. It looks like an agate stone or an emerald. It's very strange. A kind of stone.”

As Whitney's description became clearer and clearer, Gray couldn't help but smile, thinking that there were such stones in the glass box where he cultivated bugs.

"I understand." Gray interrupted Whitney rudely, leaping lightly and disappearing into the night outside the window.

Run, run like crazy.

The road beneath my feet, the trees around me, the air around me.

Everything passed by at an extremely fast speed.

The strong wind blew his short sleeves into hunting gusts, and Clark kept swinging his arms, whistling and piercing the air like a bullet in the dark night.

Clark ran aimlessly.

His eyes were confused, memories flashing through his mind.

Gino's anger, Lana's disappointment, Gray's ridicule, and his father's teachings.

"What a fool I am!"

Suddenly, Clark stopped, and his stagnant body caused some wind to tremble on the branches and leaves of the big tree in the distance.

"ah!"

Clark raised his fist and punched the tree trunk hard.

"Bang!"

The terrifying force instantly shattered the tree trunk, sending sawdust flying.

Clark wildly waved his fist and hit the broken tree.

"What should I do? What is right?"

His father told him to be a kind person, respect life and protect the weak.

But Gino told him that he should treat his enemies without mercy and kill them all.

The confrontation between two different ideas made Clark's young heart full of confusion.

He could only vent this anger on himself, and even though he said "I'll handle it myself", he didn't know how to investigate Gray's traces, let alone catch Gray.

Therefore, Clark can only blame himself for not being decisive and smart enough.

"Bah bang bang!"

The fist struck the tree trunk, making a thunderous sound that spread far and wide through the air~

Until the poor tree couldn't withstand the angry swipes of the Kryptonian, and soon turned into a pile of broken wood chips, which were blown away by the breeze.

"Huhu."

Clark put away his fists, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"In a bad mood?"

A voice sounded behind itself.

Clark's eyes narrowed, he grabbed a tree trunk and threw it behind him without looking back.

Clark turned around and stared coldly at Gray's flickering figure under the moonlight.

"Murderer, how dare you appear in front of me?"

"Of course it's because I missed you, Clark."

Gray's waist and abdomen twisted and turned in an exaggerated manner, driving his upper body to avoid the wooden thorns that came like javelins. With a vicious smile on his face, he took out a few stones with green light from his pocket.

"I believe you will like the little gift I brought you."