Although he really wanted to immediately beat up the group of people in front of him, Clark still held back.
"Hey, listen, the police are on their way. If you don't want trouble, leave now!"
Suppressing the urge to act, Clark spoke directly to the other party.
The leading strong man glared fiercely at Clark, then motioned for his subordinates to leave.
"Lana, are you okay?"
After the other party left, Clark immediately came over to help Lana, who was lying on the ground.
"I'm fine."
Lana let out a breath, still shaken, her face showing fear.
Seeing Lana's expression, Clark gritted his teeth and instantly made a decision.
A few Xiao Hunhun walked out of the Talon Club, laughing and heading towards an alley.
"Did you see the silly look on her face? Haha, she looked like a frightened quail. If you touched her, she might even make a sound like a quail."
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding people burst into laughter upon hearing this.
Laughing, they looked up and suddenly found a figure standing in front of them.
Clark, with a dark expression, blocked the group of people.
"Hey, look who it is, our Mr. Speed Demon is here. As soon as he saw his little girlfriend fall, he ran faster than anyone. I thought the name Speed Demon should suit your identity well."
The slightly overweight, big-headed strong man leading the group mocked Clark.
"I don't want to see you at the Talon Club, understand?"
Clark warned the other party.
"Hey, listen up, country bumpkin!"
After hearing Clark's threat, "Big Head" reined in the smile on his face and leaned into Clark's face, "We'll go wherever we want. In fact, we plan to come back tomorrow."
Clark shook his head, preparing to leave, "I'll only warn you once. Next time, I won't do this."
"Huh? I got it."
"Big Head" didn't seem to have any intention of letting Clark leave, "Are you really into that hot manager chick? Too bad she's just a dirty, slutty bitch!"
"Hmph!"
Clark, who had just exhaled, stopped in his tracks, his right hand clenching into a fist.
Bang!
The fist landed squarely on "Big Head's" face, knocking him directly to the ground.
Seeing their big brother get hit, the remaining Xiao Hunhun paused for a moment before immediately attacking Clark.
The guy closest to him kicked Clark but bounced backward.
With just a gentle push from Clark, several charging Xiao Hunhun were immediately shoved into the corner, hitting a trash can with a dull thud.
The guy knocked to the ground by Clark, due to Clark controlling his strength, wasn't seriously injured.
Staggering to his feet, he sneered and continued to taunt Clark, "What? You think you can scare me? Country bumpkin!"
Clark's patience had completely run out. He grabbed the other person's collar and lifted him into the air.
"Want coffee? Go somewhere else!"
Grabbing the other person's collar, he threw "Big Head" out.
With a bang, "Big Head" flew directly out of the alley, crashing heavily onto a slowly moving police car by the roadside.
The windshield was smashed by his body, creating cracks like a spiderweb.
Screech!
The police car immediately slammed on its brakes, and an elderly female officer got out.
The moment he saw the officer, Clark realized he was in trouble and immediately turned to make a run for it.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he found Lana standing not far in front of him, looking at him with surprise.
"Freeze!"
The female officer had already entered the alley, her pistol aimed at Clark.
"Hands on your head!"
Clark turned around, a bit bewildered, wanting to explain something, but the officer immediately shouted at him tensely: "Don't move! Hands on your head, now!"
She looked as if she would shoot if he didn't comply.
Clark glanced at Lana beside him, then obediently complied, putting his hands on his head and kneeling on the ground.
Kent Farm.
Jonathan explained to the female police chief, "Chief, we know our son. He would never be the kind of person to intentionally harm someone. Whatever he did, it must have been what he believed was the right thing to do."
"What could possibly require throwing a person onto my car?"
The old officer smiled and said to Jonathan, "I've seen your son's previous records, Mr. Kent. He appears at crime scenes more often than detective Eliot Ness. Although I've only recently been transferred to Smallville and am nearing retirement age, I'm not blind."
Saying this, she glanced at Clark, who was sitting on the sofa with his head down.
Martha exchanged glances with her husband.
Eric, standing near the window, continued to drink his coffee.
After a moment of silence, Martha explained, "Clark gets involved in police cases because he wants to help others."
The female officer nodded, took off her police hat, and said, "Perhaps he has some kind of hero complex, but even heroes must obey the law. I will charge him with illegal fighting!"
"What does that mean?"
Jonathan asked, frowning.
"A fine of 1500, but the specific situation will be decided by the judge!"
When Clark heard the fine amount, he immediately stood up, "That's impossible, we can't pay that!"
"Or we can make a deal, Mr. Kent."
The female officer looked directly into Clark's eyes, "You can also do community service, saving the world by picking up trash! Also, there's one most important thing: if the person you injured sues you, your compensation amount might be even higher!"
After speaking, she twirled the hat in her hand, put it on, and turned to leave.
After the chief left, the whole family fell silent.
Eric put down his coffee cup. He wasn't surprised that Clark had hit someone.
What surprised him was that the other party had foolishly waited to be caught by the police.
"Don't worry, Clark, it's just some community service."
Martha came over to comfort Clark.
Clark said dejectedly, "Sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have done that."
Martha's words about "just some community service" were quickly overturned.
Because "Big Head," who was beaten by Clark, had a medical report stating "severe cervical spine injury."
And he was demanding one million in compensation!
"Severe injury and pain, and loss of earning capacity."
Clark read the report above, somewhat disbelievingly.
Martha, with her arms crossed, added helplessly, "They said Andy will be incapacitated for life, and he's hired the best lawyer in the country."
Eric stood by, twisting the knife, "You threw him onto the car, Clark, that's an unchangeable fact."
Clark put down the injury assessment report, looked at his parents' worried faces, stood up, and walked to the window.
"Maybe it starts here. Kara once said, 'This is an imperfect race, rule them with your power!' I always thought Kara's words were wrong, but now I think they make a lot of sense."
Jonathan saw that his son's attitude was a bit off, and quickly stepped forward to pour some chicken soup, "Clark, when I was your age, I got into a lot of fights. This isn't a feeling only aliens have. The key is, you have to know the consequences of your actions."
"Yes."
Martha added from the side, "Sometimes a decision you make in a few seconds can affect your whole life."
Jonathan paused, then continued, "Perhaps humans are an imperfect race, but it's this imperfect race that raised you. You're more human than you think."
Clark listened to his parents' guidance and nodded.
What he had just said also carried a hint of anger.
After adjusting his emotions, he said goodbye to his parents and walked towards his room.
As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Eric sitting on his bed in his room.
"You?"
Clark pointed downstairs, then pointed at Eric sitting on the bed.
"Alright, Eric, next time you use your super speed, it's best not to target my room."
"What if I could pay one million for you?"
Eric sat on Clark's bed, leaning forward, and said calmly.
"One million?"
Clark was startled!
"You have a million?!"
"Of course, didn't you go through my room?"
"I..."
Clark said somewhat awkwardly, "I was affected by the red kryptonite ring at that time, Eric, are you really willing to pay one million for me?"
"One million isn't really that important to me."
Hearing Eric say this, Clark actually felt a bit ashamed and began to self-reflect.
"You're really not angry about what happened last time? I kept pressing you about Kara and Krypton, even ignoring my parents' feelings and yours..."
"Clark, your self-reflection is good, but you don't need to do it in front of me."
Eric stood up, preparing to leave, "Or there's a way that doesn't require paying a million."
"What?"
Clark was stunned.
"Anyway, don't worry too much. I'll handle this."
Pushing open the door, Eric said in an unchanging tone.
"Um... thank you, Eric."
Clark sincerely thanked Eric, his expression earnest:
"What I just said about thinking Kara's words made sense was just out of anger. I... I'm an Earthling. I'm just like you, Eric. I see myself as an ordinary kid who grew up on a farm. I've never had a superior attitude."
"Maybe, but you don't have to thank me. I just don't want to see the farm go bankrupt. Also, next time, remember not to get caught by the police when you throw someone out."
After speaking, he ignored Clark's awkward expression and left the room directly.
Late night.
Eric left the farm alone and headed somewhere.
Andy Hawkins, the "Big Head" who extorted one million from Clark, was having a party at his residence with friends.
The neck brace he originally wore was half-opened, casually hanging around his neck. Full of vigor, he drank beer while bragging to his friends about how he had extorted Clark.
His friends around him were all congratulating him on becoming a "millionaire."
Eric pushed open the door and walked in.
The boisterous guys all stopped what they were doing and looked at the unexpected stranger.
"I'm a little confused."
Eric walked up to Andy and asked calmly, "Didn't you break your cervical spine?"
"Who the hell are you? How did you get in?"
Andy reacted and cursed at Eric.
The other few guys also stared at Eric menacingly, clearly ready to act if things went wrong.
Eric still maintained a calm expression, "Or are you just faking the injury?"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab the corrective brace on the other person's neck.
The few people only felt a blur before their eyes, and Andy's cervical spine brace was already in Eric's hand.
"You... how did you do that?"
Andy looked at the cervical spine brace in Eric's hand, then touched his own neck, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
"It seems you can still jump around without your cervical spine brace. I'm Clark Kent's brother. Since you're not injured, how about dropping the charges?"
As soon as Andy heard Eric was Clark's brother, he instantly flared up, "So you're here to be an advocate for your country bumpkin brother, huh? I'm telling you, you'd better get that million ready! If he tries to come near me again, I'll make him rot in prison for a hundred years."
"Mmm-hmm, giving you a million is certainly no problem, provided... you're telling the truth, just like this."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed directly in front of the other person, grabbing Andy's cervical spine area with one hand.
A chilling "crack" sound echoed.
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Andy's eyes widened in terror, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.
He hit the ground with a heavy "thump."
Then there was a dead silence. The terrified Xiao Hunhun looked at the expressionless Eric, trembling as they asked, "You... what did you do to him?"
"Twisted his cervical spine."
Eric casually flicked his hand and said calmly.
"How dare you do that? Aren't you afraid of the police?"
"Clark didn't break his cervical spine, so isn't it normal that his cervical spine is broken now?"
Eric spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"His neck and cervical spine weren't injured, he was faking it! You twisted his cervical spine, you murderer!"
The guy who was good friends with Andy yelled at Eric.
Although his tone was very unfriendly, he didn't dare to step forward and attack.
After all, anyone who had witnessed such bizarre speed and strength would weigh their own capabilities.
"Who knows?"
Eric casually flicked the Nicotiana pollen he had obtained from Dr. Hamilton into the air.
Then he turned and left.
The Xiao Hunhun who inhaled the pollen instantly felt completely clear-headed.
"Hank, I've had enough of you, you slept with my girlfriend and even took a dump on my bed! You think I don't know, but I know better than anyone, you bastard, go to hell!"
Then came the sounds of punching, kicking, and screams.
"Nicotiana" amplifies the evil in people's hearts, making them irritable and prone to anger, even leading to self-destruction.
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