I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

“With the law in place, we can hand him over to the police station, where he will be sentenced and receive the punishment he deserves.”

He did not deny that Jerome should be sentenced to death, but no one should be above the law and life.

"You let him see your face."

David stopped talking and strode toward Jerome, who had just managed to stand up from the ground.

"my face?"

Do you think a regular prison can hold him?

"When he gets out, will he retaliate against you?"

David wasn't worried about the tough-skinned Clark, but he countered that revenge could also be taken from those closest to the person in question.

"If he followed you to our house..."

When his parents were mentioned, Clark's expression changed, as he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten all along.

He finally understood why his brother had immediately threatened to kill him.

Clark touched his face, realizing that in his haste he had forgotten to conceal his identity.

Swish!

Jeremy showed no fear when facing Clark, but when David walked toward him with an icy aura, he felt a strange unease, as if he were a gentle elephant, the difference between him and a deadly lion.

He could tell from David's deathly cold eyes that David's threat to kill him was not just empty words.

Would someone who has witnessed his abilities and is still confident enough to come and kill him be an ordinary person?

Stab it!

A surge of electricity erupted, and before Jeremy could even raise his hand in a surprise attack, David vanished from his spot without even blinking.

Thanos's abilities do not include super speed; his speed is only close to the speed of sound.

But that's enough.

"To prevent future troubles, your execution must be brought forward."

David, along with his voice, came to the startled Jerome and effortlessly lifted him into the air, gripping his neck with one hand as if he were a chick.

Like being choked by iron clamps, Jerome struggled to breathe, his face turning bluish-purple, and his legs weakly kicked in mid-air.

"You...what kind of monster are you?"

Staring at David, whose skin had turned purple, he widened his eyes in horror, struggling to grasp David's hands, desperately activating his abilities in the face of death.

"Let...let me go!"

Stab it!

The terrifying electric current struck David's hand, turning half of his sleeve to ashes, but it did not shake his slender body, which was as strong as steel, in the slightest.

"David, what do you look like?"

Caught between his parents and murder, Clark was already torn. When he saw his brother's sudden change in demeanor, he froze in shock, his mouth agape.

How did you become like this?

"You're not the only one with secrets, Clark."

David glanced at Clark and replied.

He could have snapped Jerome's neck at any moment, but he deliberately didn't; he had a theory.

Clark quickly realized that this wasn't the important thing right now.

He left a blur in place, flew over quickly, and grabbed his wrist.

"Put him down, brother."

He hurriedly tried to stop David.

To his surprise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry David's hands off.

From a force strong enough to make an ordinary person let go, to a force strong enough to bend a steel rod as thick as an arm, the road beneath his feet could not withstand the weight and cracked under his force.

David's body remained motionless, like an unshakeable mountain.

"How did you do that? Are you really David?"

Startled, Clark dared not exert any more force upwards, fearing he might hurt his brother, who suddenly seemed incredibly mysterious to him.

“Listen, David, you can’t kill him.”

Some lines, once crossed, are hard to retract. If your father and mother were here, they wouldn't approve of you doing this.

Then, his expression turned serious. He stared into his brother's eyes and earnestly begged him to put the person down.

Clark was now filled with regret for not having considered things more thoroughly.

But he didn't want his brother to have to pay the price of murder to clean up the mess.

"Think about what our fathers and mothers would think if they knew this, David."

One second, two seconds... the two stared at each other.

"Okay, we can spare his life."

When his parents were mentioned, David seemed to soften his stance, and he put Jerome down.

"However, I want to take a precaution just in case."

Bang!

After saying that, he slapped Jerome on the back of the head, but he didn't use much force.

It felt like being hit hard on the back of the head with a baseball bat. Before he could react, Jerome fell straight onto the cold, hard road, his eyes closed and motionless.

"Did you still kill him?"

Clark quickly checked on the situation; Jerome was still breathing, but he couldn't wake him up no matter how he called.

"I turned him into a vegetable in case he did something bad again."

"what?"

Hearing his brother's nonchalant words, Clark looked up in disbelief: "David, you..."

"Are you suggesting that this is also vigilante justice, and that's unacceptable?"

David immediately raised an eyebrow and asked a question in return.

"I……"

Clark honestly believes that's the case.

To beat someone into a vegetative state to prevent retaliation is an extremely cruel approach.

But considering that this incident was caused by his own negligence, and that his younger brother had listened to him and not killed the other party, should he still scold and reprimand his brother?

Clark was speechless and unable to utter a word.

"Let's leave it at that. Take him anywhere that can be treated and don't get involved in this anymore."

David glanced at the newly formed vegetative state patient on the ground, then turned and left.

[Fear from Jerome +0.04, Anger +0.03, Hatred +0.004...]

A steady stream of emotional points is coming in.

"Sure enough, although a person in a vegetative state cannot wake up, their brain is still conscious."

This would be better for him than killing Jerome.

"I dropped him off at the entrance of the town hospital."

Carrying Jerome on his shoulder, Clark disappeared from the spot. A second or two later, David returned, his voice deep and muffled.

"Now we're going back to school, just in case someone finds out we're missing."

David glanced at Clark, whose movements were only vaguely visible when he left, and said.

“My strength and defense are definitely far superior to Clark’s at this moment, but Clark has a significant advantage in speed.”

He was a little curious; if he didn't use Kryptonite, he wondered who would win if he fought Clark now.

"David, what's wrong with your health?"

Catching up with his brother, Clark had a complicated expression and a series of questions to ask. David had suddenly revealed too much today, and he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know his brother very well.

Chapter 13 Don't Bite Me

Tall and thin like a praying mantis, with messy hair and round-framed glasses, Grek was considered a freak at school because of his hobby of collecting insects. He was timid and always avoided people's gaze.

Even the school bully wouldn't want to bully someone who spends all his time hanging out with filthy insects.

As night deepened, Greck, dressed in a black evening suit, returned home sullenly.

He still didn't have the courage to attend the dance, and turned back just before reaching the school.

Recently, he accidentally forgot to close one of the containers where his precious insects lived, and they stung his face with red spots while he was sleeping soundly at night.