A bar with bright lights and bright lights.

After escaping from his home, Clark walks in the Walking Dead, unable to accept reality, and now wants to get drunk and forget everything.

I heard people say that when you get drunk, you can think of nothing.

"You're only eighteen years old, and state law doesn't allow you to sell liquor."

The bartender glanced at Clark's ID and raised his eyes, "Do you want a beer?" ”

"As long as it's wine."

Retracting his ID, a dejected Clark urges the bartender to pick it up quickly.

On the dance floor, men and women danced with emotion, and there were people on the booths excitedly playing drinking games.

Everything in the hustle and bustle has nothing to do with him and him, Clark only feels lost and lonely, like a lone wolf lost with the wolves.

Unspeakable discomfort fills my heart.

"Is everything fake?"

I think back to the scenes of my past life with my parents and younger brother.

He never belonged to that family, or even to the planet where he was raised.

As a child, Clark wondered why other people couldn't lift trucks, could get hurt when they fell from a few floors, and his parents and younger brother were different from him, but now he has the answer.

Because he is not related to his father and brother at all.

"I'm just an alien monster picked up by my parents."

At the dimly lit bar, Clarke's eyes were red and he looked distractedly at Clark Kent's name on his ID.

His surname is not Kent at all, and even the name should not be in this form, there should be a tongue-twisting name that seems strange to earthlings.

Billions of people on the planet, none of them are of his kind, none of them are his hometown......

"Why?"

Emotionally agitated and extremely unstable, Clark clenched his fists in frustration, was this God's fool on him?

Why is he not an earthling, why can't he be a relative who is connected to his parents and younger brother by blood.

He hopes that everything his father told him today is fake, that he can still taste his mother's elaborate apple pie when he wakes up tomorrow morning, that he still rides the school bus with his younger brother to go to school, and that he comes back to help his father do some farm work, and that his life is dull and fulfilling.

"Why is my life going to be broken all of a sudden?"

Suddenly told him the bad news, how he was going to go back to that home again, and enjoy his parents' love for him with peace of mind.

Confused and angry, Clark suddenly felt the urge to throw a fist and sabotage to vent.

That's when it happened.

"Clark!"

A hand clapped him on the shoulder.

"It's really you."

Clark turned his head to see Whitney and a few of the team members with beers in their hands, and a bad smile on their faces, as if they had seen a hound with a weak rabbit, and surrounded him faintly.

"Clark, why are you drinking here alone?"

Whitney held the beer in one hand and wrapped the other around Clark's neck, as if very intimate, but his arm was secretly strained.

"Whitney, don't bother me now."

To his surprise, Clark, whose neck should have been pinched, did not move, his body was made of steel, and he opened Whitney's hand.

Although someone just wanted to sabotage something to vent, someone came up to provoke, but the future superman, who had been well taught by Jonathans and his wife for more than ten years, endured it and did not fight back.

"Good news for you, Clark."

Whitney was staggered, and the beer in his hand spilled to the ground, and he was furious to feel embarrassed in front of everyone.

"I've decided that this year's scarecrow will be you!"

Eyes motioned for several rugby players to put down their beers together, and they were about to forcibly take Clark away.

"I said, don't mess with me!"

The bar's rock music was loud, and Clark jerked up and grabbed Whitney by the collar, his eyes lit up with anger that he could barely control his desire to strike.

But suddenly, Whitney's collar was ripped open, revealing a familiar green crystal necklace.

Radiation belonging to kryptonite enveloped him.

"Ah......h

Clark's divine power was rapidly drained, his expression was uncomfortable and painful, and the hand close to Kryptonite even had abnormal blood vessels protruding into green, as if he had been poisoned.

Whitney didn't notice this in the shaking light, and threw his fist to the ground, arranging his clothes in contempt.

"What if I mess with you, Clark."

He crouched down and grabbed Clarke, his voice low with jealousy and ferocity.

"I've noticed the way you look at my girlfriend, and I know what you're thinking.

Whose girlfriend do you think she's on? ”

The high school football tournament is approaching, and Lana gives her boyfriend the meteorite crystal necklace she has worn since she was a child, hoping to send her heart and bless him for overcoming obstacles all the way in the tournament, winning the championship, and being tapped by scouts.

As a result, Clark tasted the power of kryptonite again.

"You really want her necklace?"

Noticing that Clark had been staring at the necklace around his neck, thinking that he was jealous and sour, Whitney sneered and hung the necklace around his neck, humiliating him fiercely.

"Then I'll give it to you, and you can only be so close to Lana."

"Take him away."

He stood up and beckoned to a couple of rugby players, picking up an even more distressed Clark and carrying him through the back door.

There were a lot of people here, and Whitney was going to take Clark to the middle of nowhere, and teach him a good lesson.

"I'll let you put away your wishful thinking!"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have no emotional fluctuations came.

"Where are you taking Clarke? Whitney. ”

"David?"

Seeing a figure with his hands in the pockets of his brown jacket walking slowly, Whitney was a little surprised and then sneered.

"Since you took the initiative to send it to the door, I will take you with me."

Let Clark see how he implicated his brother because of thoughts he shouldn't have.

David's face didn't move, as if he didn't hear what he was going to do.

"David, let's go."

Clark, who was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to stand still, saw his brother endure the pain and quickly shouted, "You can't beat them." ”

Whitney's group of five, each of them a sturdy football varsity player, didn't want to see his brother being bullied.

[Eagerness +18, Remorse +13 ,......from Clark]

"I thought you might not be able to bear today's events, fall down the other path, and cause some trouble for your family."

Ignoring the Whitneys, David looked at him, raised an eyebrow and said slowly.

"Now it seems like I'm overthinking, Clark."

Even in the face of a few high school students holding kryptonite, they can actually eat deflated.

"Up."

Seeing his gesture of ignoring himself, Whitney couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Let him see how good you are."

The two tall and muscular rugby players with fierce faces pounced on them like wolves and punched them.

The movement on the side of the bar finally attracted the attention of some people, and many people came over and clapped their hands, and it was not a big deal to see the excitement.

"Okay, hit!"

Fights have always been a regular occurrence in bars.

David stood still, shaking his body to dodge the punches of the first person who hit him at will, and his backhand shot was lightning fast.

Boom!

The rugby player's eyes bulged out, his face flushed like a boiled lobster, and he fell to his knees in pain clutching his stomach and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

The other rushed up with a fist, and David spun back to his elbow neatly and beautifully, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably as if he had been hit in the head by a baseball bat, and passed out.

"Oh!"

In less than two seconds, the two opponents were solved in an instant, and some people in the bar jumped in surprise and applauded.

"Beautiful!"

This young man is so powerful, is he a professional martial artist?

[Shock +8 from Clark, Stunned +9......]

Ignoring the emotional reminders he often omitted, Whitney froze in place, looking incredulously at the two team members who had been beaten.

"You ......"

Clark was even more surprised, he had never known that his brother had this side.

"Let's go together."

Whitney and the two team members who threw Clark to the ground rushed at David.

Bang bang bang!

David's steps flew as light as butterflies, the three of them didn't touch the corners of his clothes, his fists were as powerful as bee stings, and he easily knocked them down with three punches in a leisurely stroll.

The three of them fell to the ground with blue noses and swollen faces.

"Impossible."

Whitney clutched his chest in severe pain, his ribs seemed to be broken, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and rush to David.

It's just a guy who doesn't dare to participate in any activities on campus!

"Lie down, Whitney,"

As soon as he got up, David raised his foot and kicked him over like an adult bullying a child, casually past him who couldn't get up again, and walked towards Clark.

"If you push too hard, your complexion will show up.

However, to deal with these few people, it is not necessary to use more strength than ordinary people. ”

The people who watched the excitement in the bar saw him coming, and they all retreated if they didn't want to cause trouble, so they made way for him.

Can a retired Navy SEAL be that good?

"Where did you learn martial arts? Wear...... David. ”

Kryptonians who have been exposed to kryptonite for a long time are even life-threatening, and the cyan veins in Clark's neck are not blooming abnormally, his face is pale, and he asked in pain and surprise.

He never knew that his brother had such a powerful fighting skill.

"On TV."

David replied lightly, ripping off the necklace around his neck.

"Electric ...... On TV? ”

Clark didn't expect such an answer, seeing that his brother was fine, he finally stopped holding on, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

The necklace was tucked into his trouser pocket, and David easily picked up the tall Clark and turned to leave the bar, and everyone gave way.

Even if someone got into a fight and affected the business, the owner of the bar didn't dare to ask David to stay.

Get out of the way.

In the cold moonlight, I arrived on the road where no one was around.

Clarke, on David's shoulder, woke up in a daze, realized that this was the way home, and struggled.

"Put me down, David, I don't want to go back!"