Morning.
Kent Farm.
"Latest news from Smallville: Around midnight local time, a large truck carrying gasoline overturned on the highway, causing a fire."
"According to the local police investigation, the two deceased were the truck driver and a high school sports teacher from the area. It is reported that the sports teacher was a very good football coach."
Jonathan put down the newspaper in his hand, sighing slightly. "Another person has died in town."
Jonathan couldn't shake the feeling that someone died in town every so often, as if it were under some strange curse. He wondered if it was just his imagination.
At the dinner table, Clark visibly froze when he heard Coach Watt's name.
Recalling seeing Jino last night, he had a bad premonition.
It was highly likely that Coach Watt had been killed by Jino.
"I'm full."
Clark sighed, finished his peanut butter sandwich, grabbed his backpack, and left the farm.
He was preoccupied, and the reason was simple.
Clark felt that Coach Watt had been killed by Jino.
But Clark also felt that Jino must have had a reason for killing Watt.
So, Clark was conflicted. He wanted to tell his friend not to kill people indiscriminately, but remembering what happened with Gerry, Clark felt he had no right to tell Jino what to do.
Tossing his backpack onto the passenger seat, Clark got into the driver's seat and started the SUV Jino had given him.
Ever since his big argument with his adoptive father, Jonathan had fixed the SUV to mend their relationship.
Clark was lucky, to say the least; that punch had only burst the radiator, not the engine.
Smallville.
Dream Bank was located in a yellow commercial storefront in the center of town.
Creak!
The door opened, and Jino walked into the bank with a red backpack, a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Mr. Jino?"
The bank manager, sitting in his office, hastily hung up the phone. The Luthor Family was a highly valued client of the local bank.
The chubby manager was a little surprised by the sudden arrival of the young man.
Usually, if the other party needed money, he would just get a call, and he would arrange for someone to deliver the money.
"How can I help you?"
A warm smile spread across the manager's face. He showed his pearly whites and extended a hand in a gesture of friendliness.
"Oh, it's nothing much." Jino ran a hand through his hair, smiling as he shook the manager's hand. "I'd like to close my account at the bank and withdraw all my money."
"What?!" Hearing Jino's words, the manager's face filled with horror. "Please, please tell me, is there something you're dissatisfied with regarding our bank?"
"Please, you must tell me! We will definitely improve!"
The manager's fear was understandable. If the bank's biggest depositor left, his position as manager would be coming to an end.
"Do I need to explain what I do to you?" Jino frowned, staring coldly at the manager.
"Of, of course not."
The manager gave a forced laugh, inwardly cursing his luck, as he walked towards the counter. "How much do you intend to withdraw?"
"Hmm, I'll take it all out."
"All of it?"
The manager frowned, looking Jino over. "You have a full five hundred thousand dollars in your account. If you withdraw it all at once, you might not be able to carry it all by yourself."
The smile on Jino's face stiffened slightly, and he stammered, "Then, then just fifty thousand dollars?"
The manager eyed Jino suspiciously, quickly pulling out a ledger. "Please sign here."
"Alright."
Jino scrawled his name illegibly.
The manager picked up the check and then looked at Jino's handwriting from thirteen years ago in the cabinet.
The former was messy and scrawled, while the latter was elegant and flowing.
These two sets of handwriting didn't look like they were written by the same person at all!
The manager narrowed his eyes slightly, his suspicion growing.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed on Jino's face. "Mr. Jino, may I see your driver's license?"
Hearing the manager's words, Jino's face stiffened, then he smiled. "Of course."
His hand reached into his backpack. The next second, Whoosh!
Jino held a dark American Iaido in his hand, his handsome face twisted in savagery. "Give me the money now! Move it!"
"Vroom!"
Clark was driving his SUV along the small town road, a route to school he'd traveled countless times before.
"Ding-a-ling!"
A piercing alarm blared from a bank by the roadside.
"What's going on?" Clark frowned, glancing towards the street.
He saw his friend Jino sprinting away with a red backpack.
"Jino?"
Clark stopped his truck, blocking Jino's path. "What are you doing?"
Clark knew Jino; even if he was running, Jino wouldn't be this slow.
"Get out of the way!" Jino glared at Clark, who was blocking him, and shoved him with both hands.
"Thud!" Clark didn't even have time to react, flying backward and crashing through a roadside window. He lay sprawled and disoriented among the mannequins, staring blankly at Jino's retreating figure.
Clark rubbed his eyes. The scene around him turned black and white. He saw a running skeleton, and what astonished him most was that the bones were almost terrifyingly soaked in a dark green color. It was carrying a school bag and running further and further away.
Clark scratched his head, brushing off the glass shards. Under the shop owner's murderous gaze, he mumbled in confusion, "What was that all about?"
Smallville High School.
During the first indoor physical education class.
The substitute teacher clapped his hands, urging them, "Hurry up, hurry up and climb!"
"Today's task is to climb up and climb down. That's how you complete the task."
Several thick ropes hung high in the air. Students climbed to the highest point and then descended according to the teacher's instructions.
Boys and girls were divided into two groups. In the boys' line, Clark, looking worried, said to Jino, "Something strange happened this morning. I saw you rob a bank."
"Me?" Jino was amused by Clark's words, pointing to his own cheek, then rubbing his temple. "I don't think today's April Fool's Day. That joke isn't funny."
Him, the great young master of a major family, an American second-generation rich kid, someone who could be a chaebol in Korea—he'd go rob a bank?
Jino teased in a playful tone, "Maybe someone was impersonating me."
Hearing Jino's words, Clark looked thoughtful. "Maybe it really was an impersonator."
Clark leaned closer to Jino, mysteriously asking, "Jino, have you felt... anything like that recently?"
"Anything like what?" Jino frowned, subtly increasing the distance between himself and Clark.
"Uh, like discovering you've awakened new abilities."
Clark moved closer to Jino again, lowering his voice as he recounted everything that happened that morning.
"After I found out I had powers, I saw that person's bones were green, and they were smaller than an adult male's. That imposter was pretending to be you."
Listening to Clark, Jino's face showed interest. "Green bones? That's intriguing."
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