"No, no, Star-Lord, you will definitely live longer than Father, live a long life."
After a few seconds of Stunned, Peter took a deep breath and asked the other party: "Why do you think so?"
"Because I don't want to experience losing you, Father."
Star-Lord said in a low tone: "Father, do you still remember the tape I gave you?"
"I remember."
"There is a song by a British singer in it."
Star-Lord softly recited the lyrics: "I want to die before you, and never, never see the glory of this perfect day turn dim, or disappear!"
"This way, Father, if I die before you, I won't experience the glory of a perfect day turning dim, or disappearing."
Peter didn't expect Star-Lord's heart to be so delicate and sensitive.
With a complicated mood, he hugged the other party to his chest, "No, Father will not let all this happen, you will never die before Father."
He suddenly remembered what he had said to Mark about birthdays earlier.
He originally thought that birthdays were like a turnstile, taking him further and further, deeper and deeper, until one day, birthdays became irrelevant, and completely devolved into an unavoidable event.
But now, birthdays seem to have a different meaning to him.
Hugging Star-Lord, his gaze looked out at the dark night sky outside the window.
The bright moonlight shone in, casting a layer of silver light on the ground.
The next day, early morning.
Peter called Officer Chandler to inquire about what happened at the Smallville Orphanage.
After the "Lucifer" incident, Chandler felt a bit of awe and distance towards Peter.
Knowing Peter's terrifying nature, he was afraid that the other party would silence him if he was in a bad mood.
"Cough, cough."
Coughing, Chandler, feigning a calm tone, said to Peter: "The Police are investigating this matter, and there are no specific clues yet, but it's very similar to what happened a few years ago, do you remember? That year, people and livestock in the town were successively sucked of their blood, but…"
He hesitated and said: "This is very different, the bodies look like they were naturally air-dried."
"I see."
Peter nodded.
Similar incidents have occurred several times in the town.
Most of them were caused by humans mutated by green kryptonite infection.
This town always has a few pieces of Kryptonite popping up from time to time, as well as mutated Inhumans infected by Kryptonite.
Martian Manhunter was right, Clark's ability to grow up healthy was not just ordinary good luck.
"Clark!"
After hanging up the phone, Peter shouted to Clark, who was still hammering nails outside: "It's getting late, you should go to school."
Clark scratched his head, "Godfather, I don't want to go to school today."
"Why?"
"I want to help you fix the farm."
Clark felt responsible for fixing the smashed farm.
If he hadn't worn the Red Kryptonite ring, this wouldn't have happened.
"I think these workers are already enough."
Peter pointed to the workers who were working diligently around him and said, "Alright, go to school."
Clark wanted to say something more, but seeing Peter's seemingly unnegotiable expression, he finally nodded with a bitter face.
Smallville, Talon Club.
Chandler, who had finished his call with Peter, breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time he called Peter, it made him tremble with fear.
"Perhaps, I should apply for retirement from the Police in advance."
Muttering a complaint to himself, Chandler drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Sitting next to him was a young man wearing a baseball cap and a black woolen coat.
If Mark were here, he would immediately recognize this down-and-out young man he had taught a lesson to—Bruce Wayne.
After secretly listening to Chandler's conversation, Bruce stood up.
With his satchel on his back, he walked to the vending machine, inserted coins, and prepared to buy a drink.
As he was about to leave with the drink, he suddenly heard a cry for help from behind him.
Turning around, he saw a scene of several Bikers harassing a female waitress.
"Hey, don't you know there's an Officer here?"
Bruce pointed his finger at Chandler, but was startled to find that the other party had already disappeared.
"Officer? You, a guy who hasn't even grown hair yet, are you looking for death?!"
The Biker's boss looked at him with ill intent.
"Although I don't want to say this, it's clear that I'm about to do it."
Seeing that the Police were useless, Bruce decided to take matters into his own hands.
Upon hearing this, the Biker boss's forehead veins bulged, "Very well! I hope you can maintain this attitude later."
With that, he looked around and waved his hand at Bruce.
The next moment, a group of Biker minions rushed towards Bruce.
Seeing the other party attack him, Bruce immediately dodged the first Black person who pounced on him with agile side movements.
He kicked back hard, and with a "bang," the inner stomach was kicked into a dog's dinner, overturning a wine table, spilling wine everywhere.
His movements did not stop at all, his gaze fixed on the White Biker member who was rushing at the front.
Suddenly lowering his stance and stepping forward, Bruce dodged the White person's punch, then threw a punch, instantly shattering the White person's nose bridge.
The latter was immediately stimulated by the intense pain and lost consciousness.
"Damn it! Quick! Grab him!"
The Biker boss became even more furious when he saw that so many of his minions couldn't subdue the opponent immediately.
Seeing a group of people rushing over, Bruce, adhering to the principle that a wise man avoids immediate danger, immediately fled towards the emergency exit.
Seeing that Bruce seemed to want to escape, the burly Biker boss quickly chased after him.
The other party was like a bull charging through a china shop, rushing towards Bruce, who was trying to escape.
Any customers he touched along the way were bumped left and right by his elbows, tables clattered, and drinks spilled everywhere.
For a moment, the customers in the bar screamed in surprise and fell into chaos.
After escaping through the emergency exit, Bruce quickly discovered that the alley in front of him was a dead end.
"Alright, I knew it wouldn't be that easy."
Bruce put down his satchel, flexed his wrists, and punched the "bull" rushing towards him in the left face with force.
To his surprise, the other party's thick skin was like that of a strong bear, and he actually withstood his attack!
The Biker boss's face showed a cruel smile, then he moved closer and wrapped his thick arms tightly around Bruce, as if to crush him.
Under the immense force, Bruce only felt blood rushing to his head, and his senses were like a balloon filled with blood, constantly expanding, growing larger and larger.
Bruce, whose neck was being choked, did not lose his composure.
Enduring the oppressive numbness of his five senses, he forcefully threw his head back, his forehead violently hitting the other party's nose.
This impact caused the Biker boss to let out a wail, winning Bruce more room to shake.
Finally, under the other party's painful loss of strength, he broke free from their control and struck the other party's eye socket with an elbow, delivering a heavy blow.
With a "bang"!
The dizzy Biker boss fell heavily to the ground, his strong body shaking the ground.
Half an hour later.
Bruce stood at the farm gate, carrying his backpack.
Looking at the messy farm in front of him, he was stunned.
Had Patrick's house been terrorized?
Or had he made a mistake?
He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully compared the address.
"Hey, Patrick."
Just then, Peter walked out of the living room, and Bruce, seeing Peter whom he hadn't seen in over three years, greeted him excitedly.
Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, Peter looked up at the other party.
What he saw was a tall, handsome, and noble young man.
"You are…"
Peter walked towards him in confusion, asking in an uncertain tone: "You are… Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes, My Lord, I am Bruce Wayne."
Bruce excitedly gave him a hug, "I really didn't expect, My Lord, that after so many years, you haven't changed at all."
"Actually, I'm not old."
Peter coughed and sized up Bruce Wayne, who had grown into an "Adult" in front of him.
Although Bruce often wrote to him over the past three years.
But he had never met the other party, so he didn't recognize him immediately.
"I really didn't expect you to grow so fast."
He didn't expect that in just three years, the down-and-out teenager from the rain had grown so tall.
Peter asked him: "Are you an adult, Bruce?"
"17, still a few months away from adulthood."
Bruce replied to him with a smile.
"So…"
Peter glanced at the satchel in his hand, "Are you planning to run away from home?"
"No, I've passed that age."
Peter doubted his words, "Really? The Bruce Wayne in my impression has always been that stubborn and rebellious teenager."
"I'm also rebellious this time."
Bruce explained to Peter: "I plan to travel around the World. Although I can learn a lot in Gotham, I think there are many people and things in this World that I need to experience on my way to achieving my goals."
"Uh-huh."
Peter nodded, "So your first stop is here?"
"This is my starting point, My Lord."
Bruce looked at the farm, which looked like it had been bombed, and asked somewhat awkwardly: "My Lord, can I still stay here for a few days?"
Star-Lord looked at Bruce, who was working with the workers on the farm, with suspicious eyes.
"Father, is he a Biker?"
Star-Lord saw the other party's satchel and dusty clothes, thinking the other party was a Biker from somewhere.
"To be precise, he's going to be a Biker."
Peter looked at the skilled Bruce and explained to Star-Lord.
"Then he must have no Father and Mother."
Saying that, Star-Lord looked at Bruce with pity.
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