บท 104: The Father of Superheroes Chapter 103: What did you say?
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Staying humble when you get somewhere up the mountain of success will define you as a person. It is easy to stay nice when you are still trying.
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Looking at the sarcastic faces, Bailey said angrily: "Quick! Clark! Say something!"
Clark looked calm.
He had seen this kind of thing a lot, and he had long been used to it.
But the girl looked at the silent Clark, and the anger in her eyes gradually turned into astonishment.
Why don't you speak?
If it was anyone else, they would have paid it back long ago.
"You don't know yet, he's a softie!"
"Hahaha!"
"Soft egg! Soft egg!"
"Shh!"
Listening to the laughter, the astonishment in Belle's eyes turned into disgust and confusion.
Why don't you pay me back?
Is this really a soft egg? Did she look away?
Clark put on his headphones, threw the ball at his feet, got up, and walked outside the playground.
"Haha, he's a soft egg! His father must be a soft egg too, to raise such a useless thing!"
Clark paused and turned to look at the boy who had just spoken.
The boy looked at Clark mockingly, made a gesture, and said, "Come on, bum, help me kick the ball over here! Be good!"
Clark took a deep breath, turned up the volume of the music, and stepped towards the ball.
Seeing this scene, Bai Li covered her mouth in surprise and disgust.
She really got Clark wrong.
She had just transferred here, and she noticed the different Clark at a glance, but she didn't expect Clark to be such a weak person.
Clark looked at the sneering boy, stood in front of the football, and...raised his feet!
"Whoosh!"
The black and white soccer ball flew past the boy's face with a gust of wind, then disappeared.
A cold sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, looking at Clark in horror, while the others also looked at Clark in shock.
The kick just now was horrible, if the football hit them in the face...
Just thinking about it, these boys shuddered unconsciously.
"Ha, ha ha! Kicked crooked? I thought you were so good! Return our ball!"
The boy swallowed and laughed at Clark again.
Clark stepped over.
"What do you want to do?"
The boy puffed out his chest and stared at Clark, while the others came over and surrounded Clark.
"What did you just say?"
Clark took off his headphones and looked at the other party and asked a gentle question.
The boy looked at his companion, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "I said you were a softie!"
Clark shook his head and said, "No, what did you just say about my dad?"
"The soft egg son raised by the soft egg father? Haha!"
Did Clark put on his headphones? The rock music in his ears became more and more violent as if it was about to explode, but Clark became more and more calm. A pair of blue eyes were like frozen lakes.
And then? When everyone didn't expect it? He raised his hand...
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound.
The talking boy was slapped in the face by Clark and fell directly to the ground.
The head didn't explode? The person didn't pass out, just a little dazed. The head was buzzing.
"You dare to hit me!"
The boy looked at Clark angrily and wanted to stand up, but his legs were a little weak.
Clark nodded and said, "Yes, I hit you."
"Give it all to me!"
The boy roared loudly.
Seeing this, the boys who were stunned by Clark's slap clenched their fists and rushed toward Clark.
Clark raised his hand...
"Snapped!"
"Clap!"
"Clap clap clap!"
One slap for each person? Clark is fair, even under his control. The power of each slap is guaranteed to be no different.
A few seconds later? The people around Clark fell to the ground. They covered their right cheeks in unison. They looked at Clark in horror, as if they had seen a demon, and some people even had tears in their eyes because of fear.
Clark looked down at a few people and said, "Does it hurt?"
A group of boys nodded quickly.
Clark said lightly: "It hurts? Just cry for me!"
Saying that he raised his hand again.
Seeing this, the boys actually cried out in fear.
Clark put down his hand, looked at the other people on the playground who had been dumbfounded, and said to Bailey who had been dumbfounded not far away: "Hey, Bailey, you should call the teacher."
Belle turned and ran with a blank head.
On the football field, Clark stood quietly, surrounded by peers who were sitting or lying on the ground crying bitterly. The scene was spectacular.
Looking at this scene, Clark muttered: "In the future, no one will say those excessive things, right?"
He glanced at the people who were crying but didn't dare to move and raised their hands again.
The children hurriedly shut their mouths.
Clark whispered: "Remember?"
The crowd nodded.
"The teacher will come in a while, what do you say?"
Clark said lightly.
"Just say you can kick the ball!"
"Fall!"
"I hit it myself!"
Clark nodded.
He just didn't want to get to know them in general, after all, they were just thirteen or fourteen-year-olds.
But say he can, say his father, that's not going to work.
His father had told him that kindness was nature, and kindness was a choice.
When his kindness is trampled on, and his kindness is regarded as a weakness by others and becomes more excessive, he can put away his kindness and show his fists.
However, the strength of the fist must be mastered.
Soon, the teacher came here.
When he asked, the children who were frightened by Clark gave their reasons, but none of them said that Clark had beaten him.
The teacher could only call them to the office.
But no matter what he said, the kids were afraid to admit that Clark did it.
The scene where Clark just slapped a person really scared them.
In the end, this matter had to be over.
After letting the children leave, the teacher sighed and shook his head as he watched the backs of everyone fleeing.
"Clark!" The teacher stopped Clark and said with concern: "If they want to trouble you in the future, you can tell the teacher."
Clark nodded and said, "Thank you, teacher."
When the words fell, Clark turned and left.
tell the teacher?
Then the teacher will definitely call the parents, and it is the parents who will be beaten in the end.
Clark shrugged.
After school, Clark got into his car and headed home.
What happened today does not affect him~www.mtlnovel.com~ Because he has encountered it many times over the years, he has long been used to it.
Suddenly, he stopped the car and looked at an alley outside the school gate.
There were a few tall and sturdy big boys who looked like high school students, surrounded by two boys with obvious slap prints on their faces, pushing them hard.
With Clark's keen hearing, he could hear that they were robbing money.
Clark parked the car, picked up a few stones from the side of the road, controlled his strength, and threw the stones at the legs of the older children without anyone noticing.
Accompanied by several screams, the older children fell to the ground with their legs covered. The two boys who were robbed looked left and right in panic, turned around, and ran away.
Clark looked at the backs of the two of them, smiled lightly, got into his car, and hurried home.
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