MTL - The Father of Superheroes-Chapter 40 trouble

On Friday, the weather is fine.

The three Clarks arrived at school on time and then went to their respective classes.

They thought that today would also be a dull day, but they didn't expect something to happen today that they will remember for the rest of their lives.

Charles pressed his stomach and ran into the bathroom, and the moment he was released, the world became brighter.

He dragged his chin with his hands and slowly cleared the inventory.

He wasn't in a hurry to go to class, he had valid reasons, and besides, he hated the old man who was in class.

Do you always ask him to answer questions, isn't it just jealous that he is smart and cute?

Just when he decided to linger for five minutes, put up his pants and leave, and greeted the lunch break by the way, the door of the bathroom was opened, a series of footsteps sounded, and then a chatter sounded.

"Physical class, gym class! Damn Clark is so annoying."

"Every project is done perfectly, it really makes me sick."

"yes."

Hearing this, Charles secretly laughed.

That is his brother, of course he is great.

Just when he was proud of it, he listened to someone outside and said something that made him angry.

"Turner hates Clark very much because of Hope. He plans to teach him a lesson after class later, will you go?"

"real?"

"Of course it's true, I plan to go, how about you?"

"How can I miss such an interesting thing!"

"Then let's go, the get out of class will be over soon."

"Go, go!"

"Be sure to look good on him!"

As the footsteps faded away, Charles hurriedly wiped his buttocks clean, pushed open the door of the compartment with his trousers up, and glanced at the door. Seeing that those people were not there, he quickly ran out.

These people are so annoying that they want to bully his brother.

Although he knows Clark's strength, even if these people are ten times more powerful, they are not opponents, but whether Clark can make a shot is another problem.

"Don't be so stupid that you don't fight back!"

With a whisper, Charles ran towards Eric's classroom.

The bell rang, and when the teacher walked out of the classroom, Charles rushed in immediately and dragged Eric out, who had an inexplicable face.

"What are you doing?"

Eric looked at the angry Charles, a little flustered.

Do you want him to pay back the money?

Thinking of this, Eric said righteously: "I tell you, do you want money, do you want..."

"Shut up!" Charles looked back at Eric and said quickly, "There are many people who are looking for trouble with Clark."

"What? Trouble with my brother!?" Eric glared at him, dragged Charles with his backhand, and said anxiously, "Then why are you dawdling?"

They were very anxious. With what they knew about Clark, if someone bullied Clark, he would not fight back because he was afraid that he would not be able to control his strength.

But how could the Kent family be bullied for nothing?

The two little guys rushed towards the corner of the school angrily.

Meanwhile, Clark is blocked by a thin boy.

"K, Clark! Help me!"

The boy blocked Clark's way with fear on his face, like a chick after the rain.

Clark looked at each other gently and said, "What's the matter?"

This boy was in their class and was often bullied. Clark had helped him twice before.

The boy said nervously, "Can you come with me?"

Clark nodded and followed the boy.

But the further he walked, the tighter Clark's brows became.

Going further, it is the alley in the school.

Of course he knew about the rumors there, so...

This is a trap.

So he stopped.

The boy who led the way turned around in a panic, then looked into Clark's calm eyes, and said in a panic, "Come on, why don't you go, it's coming soon."

Clark still looked at each other quietly, and said calmly: "Why?"

Why take advantage of his kindness and kindness.

"Why why!" The boy said nervously: "I don't know what you are talking about, didn't you promise to help? Hurry up!"

"Humph!"

With a soft snort, Clark turned around.

"You can't go!" The thin boy cried out in a broken way, blocking in front of Clark, looking at Clark fiercely, and emphasizing again: "You can't go!"

Clark paused and said, "That's a trap, since I know it, why go there?"

"You, I..." The boy stared at Clark, unable to find a reason for Clark to take the initiative to go.

If it was him, he wouldn't go either.

Clark pushed the boy away and strode away.

Just then, the boy's frightened voice sounded.

"They said they would beat me up if I couldn't take you there, and they said they would take my pants off and tie me to the school gate."

Clark paused, turned and walked towards the boy again, and said, "You're ridiculous, you don't want to fall into the abyss, so you push others into the abyss? Then what's the difference between you and them?"

The boy lowered his head.

"It was good to stop me just now."

The boy looked up sharply at Clark.

Clark continued: "If you had the courage just now to fight, maybe it wouldn't be the result now."

With that said, Clark took the initiative to walk towards the alley.

The boy looked at Clark's back and whispered, "Why are you still going?"

"Because this matter is because of me after all, I have to solve it."

With the words, Clark disappeared around the corner and walked into the alley that the students called the dark thorns.

Sure enough, nearly ten children were already waiting for Clark.

Clark stopped and looked at the children around him, his eyes flat.

Looking at Clark's appearance, Turner, a black boy with curly hair, yelled, "It's just this ghost look, it really makes me sick, what do you think you are?"

He didn't see the expected appearance of fear, which made him very unhappy.

Clark pouted and said, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Teach me a good lesson for him!"

Looking at the rushing children, Clark took a deep breath and squatted in the corner with his head in his arms.

The fists fell like raindrops, but Clark, who was holding his head, even wanted to laugh a little.

He is weak and weak, not even worthy of scratching him. If he fights back, he may die if he is not well controlled.

But these guys dare to shoot at him, their father is going to be unlucky...

Thinking of the parents who had been taught by his father in recent years, Clark mourned for their father.

"damn it!"

Seeing that Clark didn't even scream, Turner, who took the lead, felt as if he had been humiliated, and turned around and angrily picked up the steel pipe on the side.

This thing was meant to scare Clark, but now...

He walked towards Clark angrily, raising the steel pipe in his hand.

"stop!"

With two angry shouts, Eric and Charles appeared at the entrance of the alley.

They looked at the fist that fell on Clark and the steel pipe that was about to fall, with angry eyes, and then there seemed to be a sound of something breaking in their bodies.