"Andy has dropped the charges against Mr. Kent."
Kent Farm.
Jonathan, Martha, Clark, and the female officer who arrested her, stood talking in the living room.
Eric was in his room upstairs and did not come out.
The female officer said to Jonathan and Martha, "You're lucky. If this process had continued, your lawsuit would surely have ended in failure, but something unexpected happened."
"What unexpected turn?"
Jonathan asked her, puzzled.
"Last night, a violent incident occurred in an apartment on Shell Street. No, it shouldn't be described simply as violence; I think 'violent actions after a mental breakdown' would be more appropriate. Perhaps they were high, or perhaps it was a minor incident that caused trouble. In any case, they attacked each other, some died, some were injured."
The female officer glanced at the silent Clark, "Including Andy Hawkins, who accused you."
"I won't believe this is a mere coincidence, Mr. Kent."
The female officer walked towards Clark, twirling the hat in her hand, "Just as I won't believe it's a coincidence that you always appear at crime scenes, Mr. Clark Kent, I will be watching you."
Putting her hat on, the female officer warned Clark before leaving the room.
"Clark?"
Martha turned her gaze to Clark.
Although she didn't believe her son would be involved in such a violent brawl, she still looked at him inquiringly.
"I don't know, Mom."
Clark looked up and said to Martha, "I've been doing community sanitation activities all day today, busy picking up trash. As for this kind of thing, I'm sorry, I'm as clueless as everyone else."
Although Clark suspected Eric had done it, facing his parents' questions, no matter how innocent he was, he wouldn't expose Eric.
"I believe in our son."
Jonathan came over and squeezed Clark's shoulder, "Clark knows when to do the right thing."
After dealing with his parents, Clark sat on the sofa, gazing at the night outside the window, his expression complex.
Although he had escaped a million-dollar debt crisis, he didn't feel a sense of relief.
Despite being grateful for Eric's help, he subtly felt that such behavior was not right.
After going upstairs, he knocked on Eric's room.
"So you think I did that, Clark?"
"No, I just think—"
Clark hesitated, "You don't have to go to that extent, it would put you at risk. We'll always live in this small town, won't we?"
What Clark originally wanted to say, "You shouldn't kill people," turned into something else.
He didn't know why he had suddenly changed his mind.
Perhaps he subconsciously accepted Eric's approach, believing it was correct?
Or after a series of events, his tolerance and acceptance of Eric had grown, even to the point of approving of his actions?
Whichever it was, Clark felt it was very dangerous.
Just as he was about to say a few words to correct the meaning of his previous statement, Eric responded, "Clark, although I have no psychological burden about directly eliminating the other party, I only admit one thing."
"That is, I dealt with Andy Hawkins. As for other things, they were not in your expectation, and perhaps not in mine either."
Facing Eric's slightly cold words, Clark awkwardly rubbed his nose.
He knew what Eric meant, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter further, so he wisely didn't press on.
"Anyway, Eric, I must thank you."
Clark finally thanked Eric.
Although he somewhat disapproved of Eric's actions, his brother had helped him, and he had to express his gratitude no matter what.
The next morning.
Eric finished breakfast and was about to go to school when he quickly received an unexpected call.
"Eric Kent, that's the person I'm looking for."
The woman on the other end of the phone spoke in a lazy and slightly alluring voice.
"Selina Kyle?"
Hearing the voice of "Catwoman," Eric's brows furrowed slightly.
"I always thought I had lost my raven, Miss Selina. I think you can explain to me why you haven't contacted me recently."
"Of course, that's why I'm making this call. If we don't wait for the float to move when fishing and just reel in, you'll end up with nothing. Do you think I make sense, my—Master?"
The last word, "Master," Catwoman slightly elongated, giving it a sexy tone.
"I heard—"
Eric glanced at Jonathan and Martha, confirming they weren't paying attention, then asked her in a low voice, "I heard Bruce Wayne has been assassinated and hospitalized, so what happened?"
"Bruce once told me that he was infinitely close to a palace built by Owls, but a deeper power behind it stopped him. You know, Batman, who packages himself as a city detective, always likes twists and turns."
Catwoman paused for a moment, then continued, "He called them the League of Assassins. Have you heard that name? My—Boss?"
"League of Assassins?"
Eric's brows furrowed.
Eric was certainly no stranger to such a famous villain organization in the DC world.
The League of Assassins, such an ancient villain group, had countless aliases.
Ninja Master, who causes trouble everywhere, Talia, who will have a relationship with Batman in the future, and Malcolm Merlyn, the helmsman of the Merlyn Group in Star City, all belong to the League of Assassins.
Ninja Master, the leader of the League of Assassins, an entity who calls himself the "Demon's Head," maintains his immortal image by immersing himself in the "Lazarus Pit."
He truly hadn't expected the Court of Owls and the League of Assassins to be connected.
Was it only Gotham's Court of Owls that had a connection with the League of Assassins?
Holding the phone receiver, Eric fell into deep thought.
Previously, by reading and analyzing the documents obtained from the Metropolis Owl Council, he had found no information related to the League of Assassins.
"Eric, are you listening? I haven't received a reply from you for over half a minute. Believe me, cats are creatures with severe lack of patience."
Catwoman on the other end of the phone let out a dissatisfied purr, like a cat.
"So Bruce Wayne was injured by someone from the League of Assassins?"
Eric was silent for a few seconds, then asked the other party.
"I don't know."
Catwoman shook her head on the other end of the phone, "They all wrap themselves up and disguise themselves as assassins. Whether you say they are from the League of Assassins or the Owl's assassins you mentioned, it's pretty much the same, at least I don't see any difference."
"I see."
After Eric finished asking Catwoman about Gotham, he hung up the phone.
What he hoped for was that when the Court of Owls and Bruce Wayne were both injured, he would pick up the spoils of victory and, by the way, enjoy Batman's discomfiture.
But he didn't expect a League of Assassins to suddenly appear.
Sure enough, Gotham's waters are very deep!
It's hard for normal people to survive there, unless they're psychopaths or lunatics.
Hope Batman can make it through!
Eric, for once, showed kindness and prayed for Batman for a second in his heart.
After finishing his call with Catwoman, he walked towards the school.
Football was the most popular sport at Smallville High, but baseball and basketball were also very popular.
Clark's favorite activity on Thursday afternoons was the "Basketball 2V2 Challenge."
He teamed up with Pete to participate in basketball games, but because he was afraid of hurting others if he used too much force, he only dared to shoot from outside.
This was also why Clark was called a "softie" by some people.
As he passed by the wire fence surrounding the baseball field, there was a "bang," and a white baseball, hit for a home run, flew over the protective net, out of the field, and directly towards his head.
Eric, with his keen hearing and perception, naturally easily sensed the baseball hurtling towards him.
He reached out and caught the super-fast baseball.
Looking towards the baseball field, the training baseball team members also saw Eric's beautiful catch and couldn't help but cheer for him.
After glancing at the members on the baseball field and the parents in the stands, Eric casually crushed the baseball in his hand and then threw it backward.
The "rumbling" baseball disappeared onto the school playground.
The cheering baseball team members' voices abruptly stopped.
"Wow, an amazing spring home run!"
Clark, Chloe, and Pete's trio happened to be passing by the baseball field and witnessed Eric's actions. Pete first let out a sigh of admiration.
Seeing Eric unethically crush and throw away the baseball, Chloe let out a giggle, "Although it's a bit funny, that's definitely Eric's style. You'd better not provoke him, or he'll always hit back when you least expect it."
Clark watched Eric's actions and shrugged, "Yes, I know that feeling well."
"Oh, right!"
Clark looked at the baseball coach, "Is that coach new? I remember the last baseball coach wasn't him."
"The previous baseball coach accidentally died from a lawnmower, and the coach before that died from falling into a river. Our baseball team is always full of accidents, so it's also known as the 'Baseball Team Chasing Death.'"
Pete surveyed the surroundings of the baseball team and said with a mix of envy and regret, "I just wonder if this baseball coach will be lucky enough."
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