American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 48: As Much Love as Hate
"Then go to die!"

The senior student, wearing a ring, stretched out his fist and punched Clark.

Clark's dynamic vision, which far exceeds that of ordinary people, allowed him to grab the opponent's wrist easily.

Although he really wanted to do as the Godfather said and punch this annoying guy in the face.

But when I think about what my father told me, "Hide your abilities."

Clark, struggling violently in his heart, failed to control the strength of his grip on the other person's hand, causing the other person to scream.

"Ah! Damn it! Let go! Let me go!"

The student wearing the ring struggled to free his wrist from Clark's grasp.

But no matter how he struggled, his wrist seemed to be cast in Clark's hand and could not be moved at all.

The scream woke Clark up from his dream and he immediately let go of the other person's hand.

The student wearing the ring was shocked and angry as he felt the pain in his right hand.

He didn't expect Clark to have such amazing strength.

"Oh!"

The accomplices nearby saw that the boss had suffered a loss, so they stepped forward and pushed Clark viciously.

Clark fell heavily to the ground, hitting the metal wire fence with a dull thud.

Just as several people were about to beat up Clark, the student whose wrist was pinched stopped them.

"Forget it, let's go."

"But, Tang, your hand."

Tang looked down at his swollen wrist, and glanced at Clark with some fear, "This kid is lucky. We still have work to do. Let's go."

Although they were unwilling, they could only leave indignantly.

Another classmate who was rescued by him, Adrian, was so scared when he saw Clark's amazing strength that he ran away immediately.

Clark leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Are you ok?"

A somewhat unfamiliar figure suddenly stood in front of Clark and extended his hand to him.

Clark looked up in surprise and saw a little fat boy with freckles on his face.

"Dar?"

The other party was actually Dal, who bullied him last time and was pushed down the slide by A-Zu.

Dahl stretched out his hand with a complicated expression and pulled Clark up from the ground.

"That's Don Haggerty. He's in the fifth grade. Last time I saw them kick a student into the street."

After the two walked along the road for a few minutes, Dahl lowered his head and said to Clark: "I heard that he wears two big rings on his right hand. One is his brother's high school graduation ring, and the other is one he made himself when he was in a craft class. He often breaks people's lips with the rings."

"Dar, I. I don't understand."

Clark wanted to ask why the other party pulled him up.

Dahl stopped, exhaled and looked at Clark, "I saw you and John, pushing the school bus to the shore."

Clark was stunned when he heard what Dahl said.

"I didn't tell anyone, not even my mom."

Dahl looked at him with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Claire's mother said you are a miracle from God, a manifestation of God. She was so enthusiastic when she said this."

He stammered to Clark, "That was not a miracle. It was you and John who saved us. I don't think we should thank the Lord, but you."

"Don't worry, Clark, I'll keep it a secret for you. I swear."

As if seeing Clark's worry, Dahl took the initiative to promise that he would keep the secret for the two of them forever.

Clark was a little confused, but he still thanked him: "Thank you, Dale."

night.

Don Haggerty rode his bicycle home.

The night has not yet completely fallen, and the direction of the road can be vaguely discerned.

Don Haggerty, riding a bicycle, looked at the ring on his right hand that he made in the handicraft class.

There are two intertwined English letters DB engraved on it. DB stands for Dead Bugs, a heavy metal band he admires very much.

He shifted his gaze from the ring to his swollen right wrist.

His originally good mood suddenly turned bad. He planned to investigate the background of this guy named "Clark" and then deal with him.

The night wind blew on his back, and he suddenly felt uneasy because of the slight chill.

It seemed as if something was following me behind the increasingly dark background.

His heart was beating so fast that hearing it in his ears, wrists, and chest always made him nervous.

Sometimes he even felt that this was not a diastolic and systolic pump at all, but a large tachometer in his left chest, with the needle approaching the red alert zone.

Stopping his bike, Don Haggerty looked back nervously.

Everything is normal behind me.

He swallowed, turned around, and continued pedaling his bike forward.

In order to ease the sudden anxiety and fear in his heart, he took out his lighter and prepared to smoke a cigarette to calm his emotions.

Although he is a fifth-grade student, he has already learned the skill of smoking without any guidance.

"Crack!"

The sound of a lighter being turned on was heard, breaking the dark night.

The next second, a dark shadow suddenly pounced towards him.

"Oh!"

Don Haggerty didn't have time to scream as he was thrown to the ground with a dull thud.

Soon, a strong smell of blood filled the air.

"You seem to be worried? Clark."

Peter, who was having dinner at Padrick's farm, asked Clark, who seemed distracted.

"I-I almost got into a fight with someone, Godfather."

Clark put down the knife, looked up and said to him, "I don't know why. I know I should restrain myself from helping others, but I still can't ignore the difficulties others encounter. I always disappoint others, Godfather."

Peter glanced at the equally confused Azu, confirming that the other party probably didn't know what happened to Clark.

"Saving is not the wrong thing to do, Clark."

"But I don't understand why Dad keeps asking me to turn a blind eye."

Clark was in a dilemma again because of what happened during the day.

On the one hand, I agree with my father's "hiding his own abilities", but because of what Dahl said, I feel that maybe I shouldn't think too much when helping others.

Peter asked him, "So you think there's something wrong with what Jonathan said, right, Clark."

"No I just."

Clark didn't know how to describe it.

"Your father's most important identity is a father. He is also a human being and a devout believer. He has desires, selfishness, fear, and entanglement. I am the same, Clark."

"As a father, he understands your kindness, so he can accept your gift. But what will this ability mean to other people who have desires, fears, and selfishness?"

Although Peter was a little troubled by Jonathan's stubbornness, he also admitted that he was a responsible father.

"You and John, because of your power, people will believe you as gods, look up to you, and have unconditional faith in you."

"But at the same time, people will see you as a threat because of your power, fear you, and doubt you without reason. However, the vast majority of people will never understand you."

"You will receive as much love as you don't understand, and you will also receive as much hate as you don't understand."

After a pause, Peter looked into their eyes and said slowly:

"Sometimes, in order to avoid causing greater chaos and sacrifice, you are forced to ignore the sacrifice in front of you. This is what Jonathan is trying to teach you, Clark, just like if you didn't push the school bus in the beginning, there wouldn't be the kidnapping incident later."

The two boys were a little shocked as they heard Peter talk so much for the first time.

After a while, Clark asked Peter: "Godfather, do you think so too?"

Peter shook his head. "Not absolutely."

He picked up the coffee and said to the two: "I will not ask for your sacrifice, nor do I want you to become gods who are loved and hated by others."

He doesn't have the same awareness as Jonathan.

"dad."

A Zu suddenly raised his head and said in a firm tone: "If necessary, I can sacrifice for Dad."

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