Chapter 36: Clark's Powers Are Discovered
"..."
Lex Luthor's smile stiffened slightly. Clark patted his shoulder to ease the awkwardness and chuckled.
"Lex, life doesn't have to mean ruling the world to be meaningful."
Across the way, Clark caught sight of Lana's figure, a graceful silhouette. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and he was about to step forward to greet her.
Another familiar figure appeared: Whitney was with Lana.
The day's football practice had ended. Whitney had heard Lana would be there and had gotten a ticket himself, following Lana in hopes of reconciling with his ex-girlfriend.
Seeing that their relationship seemed to have eased a bit, and they were chatting from time to time, Clark's expression darkened.
"Life still needs a bit of drive, don't you think, Clark?"
Lex Luthor patted his shoulder in return.
"Only warriors who dare to charge forward will be favored by ladies."
He suggested with a smile, wanting to get closer to Clark by advising him on how to pursue girls.
Setting aside other matters, he was indeed somewhat grateful for Clark saving his life.
"I'm going to get some air."
Nearby, Lana was wearing a pale pink long dress. A beautiful green gemstone necklace hung prominently on her fair neck, visible from the outside. Clark said dejectedly.
David shook his head secretly. This was what he got for his own actions.
Ignoring Clark, he continued to wander around the exhibition hall. There were still a few Egyptian artifacts that weren't gaudy and dazzling like that armor, possessing a unique ancient charm.
...
"You still want to run?"
In the park's bushes, Jax Fran's face was fierce as he punched someone to the ground.
"I can't find it. I don't know where the company's confidential client files are. Please let me go." the bleeding man pleaded.
"Since you don't want to work for me, prepare to spend a few years inside."
He roughly flipped the man over, pulled out handcuffs, and threatened him fiercely.
Everyone has secrets they don't want seen.
Jax Fran was a detective who operated between light and shadow, controlling people to do his bidding by digging up their secrets.
However, being a detective was just his job; what he truly loved were those crisp, green banknotes.
As long as there was profit to be made, he would stop at nothing.
Whoosh!
He exited the museum and descended the steps.
Clark took several deep breaths of fresh air, looking up at the surrounding dense forests of steel and towering buildings.
"Compared to the small town, this place is so prosperous it's like another world."
His gaze shifted. The streets were empty at night, silent and desolate.
Under a bus stop sign not far away, a homeless man in tattered clothes lay on a reclining chair with his small dog, shivering as he slept.
"Well, it doesn't seem that different after all."
A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Screech!
A public bus approached from not far away. Just as it neared the bus stop sign.
Suddenly, the driver seemed to have a heart attack. His face turned pale, he felt dizzy and fainted, the steering wheel swerved, and the bus headed straight for the bus stop sign. It was about to smash the sign and crush the homeless man on the chair.
"No!"
At the critical moment, Clark's eyes widened. He instantly crossed dozens of meters, positioning himself between the bus and the bus stop sign.
He reached out his hand to stop the bus, intending to shield the homeless man.
Sometimes, the body reacts faster than the brain. Clark forgot one thing, and his face changed dramatically.
Under the immense inertia, a bus weighing over ten tons should have crashed heavily into him, shattering the car's front. He could save the homeless man, but the driver would not survive.
"No!"
At the critical moment, just as the collision was imminent and it was too late, a peculiar, hidden force field generated and enveloped the entire bus.
Bang!
The speeding bus stopped abruptly as if it had hit a solid copper wall. However, only the part where Clark's hand made contact was slightly dented.
The homeless man was spared from being crushed into a pulp, and the driver was also unharmed.
"This..."
Clark breathed a sigh of relief, staring blankly at his palm.
How did I do it?
This isn't scientific at all!
"So, have you changed your mind?"
From the bushes far away, after a fierce round of punches and kicks, Fran took a breath and, like an owl tormenting its prey, asked with a sinister expression, "So, have you changed your mind?"
"I... I..."
Bang!
Before the man could answer, there was a loud noise. He looked up and then saw an unbelievable scene.
After being stunned, the driver's painful groans brought him back to reality.
Clark quickly tore open the car door, entered the bus, picked up the driver who was having a heart attack, and disappeared from the spot in a flash, rushing to Metropolis General Hospital.
Seeing Clark disappear from the spot, Fran's face showed surprise. He dropped the person he was beating, quickly came to the front of the bus, looked at the clear dent, and then at the driver who had vanished.
He looked around the empty street.
He was very sure he wasn't hallucinating, and his heart couldn't stop racing.
Everyone has secrets.
And this time, he seemed to have discovered a huge secret!
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"So, kids.
Does the prosperous Metropolis make you reluctant to leave?"
In the morning, at the dining table, Jonathan and Martha were eating, and Martha smiled.
"The museum was great, but..."
Coming down from upstairs, Clark hesitated to speak.
"What?" Jonathan stopped his soup spoon.
Sitting down, David handed over a newspaper and said softly, "There was just a small incident."
News headline—"Out-of-control midnight bus nearly crushes a homeless man."
"I stopped it."
Clark recalled the bizarre scene from last night and still couldn't understand what had happened.
"Are you okay, Clark?" Martha asked anxiously.
This was a mother's concern. Clark, with his steel body, was naturally fine. He scratched his head.
"I'm fine, Mother."
"Clark, you saved a life. I'm very proud of you."
After reading the newspaper, Jonathan frowned, "But, did anyone see you?"
That was the bustling Metropolis.
"It was late at night, and there was no one on the road. Everyone was in the museum, so the sound didn't startle them."
"The newspaper didn't mention any witnesses, so it should be fine," Martha comforted him.
"That's good then," Jonathan smiled.
"Go eat and head to school, kids. You'll miss the school bus soon."
David had already heard the whole story from Clark last night and knew it was probably his bio-force field at work.
It wasn't surprising that Superman could fly, as it was also due to his bio-force field.
It was just that Clark was a bit panicked and had developed a new, strange ability. He hadn't paid much attention in class all morning.
When noon came and school was out.
Clark, pulling David along, planned to go to the woods on the outskirts of town to explore his new ability, just in case it went out of control.
As they passed a small alley in town.
"Clark Kent, David Kent, right?"
A middle-aged figure slowly walked out, showed his badge, and had a playful smile on his face, like a hyena that had found carrion. He blocked their path.
"Gentlemen, Metropolis Detective Jax Lalan. We need your assistance in investigating a traffic accident."
"Traffic accident!"
Hearing a police officer from Metropolis, Clark's heart tightened.
Was it because of last night's accident?
But why would they be looking for him?
Seeing the other party's smug expression, as if he had caught someone's tail, David narrowed his eyes.
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